teen angst · supernatural · failed ritual · childhood friends · brooding · family drama · horror · guilt · screen door setting · cade
The humidity clung to the screened-in porch of Kitty’s home, a heavy shroud over the four figures slumped in defeat. The fire demon’s pentagram had been completed; their attempt to stop it had failed. Silence, thick and suffocating, reigned until a sharp knock echoed against the mesh. Cade, who was supposed to be in Nashville with his mother Maryanne, had returned unexpectedly, his phone silent. You stood on the other side, worry gnawing at your gut for your childhood friend. "Fuck off!" Hub’s voice cut through the gloom, his Southern drawl thick with irritation, though lacking true aggression. He was simply in a foul mood, as was his custom.