Chauncey was at home. He made a circle out of salt in his room. Next to his side, an ugly stitched doll he made. He picked her up, pulling at her button eyes and dress made from his tore black jeans. "I just wanna see if you can walk."
He was honestly just testing it. He just wanted to see what would happen if he could do it. Witches came from practice; he could be a witch but being a vampire was… cool. Vampires were cool, they looked good, had movies. Twilight wasn't that great, but he knew vampires. He told them at school, 'You could be the next Edward Cullen.' And they punched him in the face.
He placed down Joelle in the middle of the salt circle. He lived in Louisiana, how hard was it? He didn't know much about voodoo, but it was similar. He knew, you needed an outline. Check. Next you needed someone willing or unwilling. Check. He assumed a doll would work.
"Ok Joelle, let's see if this works." Probably not, he told himself. But if it did, would the doll try and kill him? Well, he kept a knife from the knife next to him in case. He picked it up and threatened Joelle, "Don't try no funny shit."
Where the doll was sitting, a bible laid next to her. He picked it up and turned to a verse in the bible. Again, he was just trying stuff. Genesis 4:9-11
Then the Lord said to Cain, "Where is Abel your brother?" He said, "I do not know; am I my brother's keeper?" And the Lord said, "What have you done? The voice of your brother's blood is crying to me from the ground. And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother's blood from your hand.
He turned the book upside down and read it.
·puɐɥ ɹnoʎ ɯoɹɟ pooๅq sˌɹǝɥʇoɹq ɹnoʎ ǝʌᴉǝɔǝɹ oʇ ɥʇnoɯ sʇᴉ pǝuǝdo sɐɥ ɥɔᴉɥʍ ʻpunoɹɓ ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ pǝsɹnɔ ǝɹɐ noʎ ʍou puⱯ ·punoɹɓ ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ ǝɯ oʇ ɓuᴉʎɹɔ sᴉ pooๅq sˌɹǝɥʇoɹq ɹnoʎ ɟo ǝɔᴉoʌ ǝɥꓕ ¿ǝuop noʎ ǝʌɐɥ ʇɐɥM" ʻpᴉɐs pɹoꓶ ǝɥʇ puⱯ "¿ɹǝdǝǝʞ sˌɹǝɥʇoɹq ʎɯ I ɯɐ ;ʍouʞ ʇou op I" ʻpᴉɐs ǝH "¿ɹǝɥʇoɹq ɹnoʎ ๅǝqⱯ sᴉ ǝɹǝɥM" ʻuᴉɐꓛ oʇ pᴉɐs pɹoꓶ ǝɥʇ uǝɥꓕ
The salt on the carpeted floor began to spark. He read it again, the salt sparked again. Once more he read, upside down. Smoke started filling the room. "Shit mama finna kill me!" he got up to stomp on the salt circle. He messed it up, kicking salt away from the doll.
"Find me a body." Told an eerie high pitch tone. Chauncey looked below his feet; the doll turned it's head. "Give me yours."
"Oh no," he kicked the doll. "You're not invited."
"LET ME IN!" the house shook. "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!"
The spirit within was clearly upset, he scooped her up and threw her in his old toy box. She continued, "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!"
"I'm not letting you in anywhere," he pushed the top of the box down, the box jerked and rumbled. Despite not being able to push against it through the doll's small body, the spirit was enough. Chauncey sat on top of the box. His breathing hitched; his room was right next to the front door of the house.
His mother's head turned to him, "What is that in your room?"
"Nothing mama," he grinned sheepishly. She sniffed the air, "Did you burn something in here?"
"I haven't been in the kitchen."
"It smells like onions…" she walked into the living room and sat down her pink purse. "How have you been, cher?"
"Fine… my headache cooled down after some aspirins." The box under him stopped wobbling. "How many did you take?" asked his mother going into the kitchen. "Uh, about five."
"Give me her…" said the doll in the toybox. He beat the top with his fist, "Shut up."
"Envy…" it sung.
"Chauncey! What you want to eat tonight?" the dolls hand scratched out of the box, not a fabric limb. But a set of claws and dark-skinned appendage. The claws scratched Chauncey's leg deeply. Blood dripped on the cream-colored carpet. "Ow!"
The hand retracted into the box, "Tasty." The girly high pitch tone switched into a more masculine tone. "I want your sweet blood!"
"No!"
"Chauncey!" his mother called. "You better answer, little bitch." Mumbled the beast.
"Hold on mama!" he hurried to the kitchen. "I—uh—want some, uh, chicken?"
"Ain't got none of that sweetie, spaghetti or hamburgers?" She said with her hands on her hips. "Oh, I guess… uh—" his mind preoccupied with the evil in his room. "Hamburgers!" he said quickly.
"Ok," she went into the refrigerator and grabbed the pack of thawing hamburger meat. "The folks at church miss you. Especially Ms. Roche," she said and then mumbled under her breath, "Two faced ass stank."
Chauncey snorted a laugh; he rolled his eyes. "How come you go to church happy and come back mean?"
"Ain't nothing but the devil at that church, honey." Chauncey backed out of the kitchen to the corner of the wall. He peeked at his open room and the monster stared back at him, his eyes grew big. A set of huge snarling teeth, his drool made a pool on the floor. A set of black wings flapping on its back. To him, it reminded him of a dead roach.
It was nasty looking.
"Hey, mama," just to make conversation. "Can I have a dog?"
"Absolutely not Chauncey, what happened to the hamster?"
"I don't know how he got flushed down the toilet."
Faith looked at him with her lips up, "Really? What about the piss in the toilet?"
"Mama, I told you. I went to the bathroom at night. I wasn't thinking turn on the lights." He did the first time he went in the bathroom and turned them off hiding his sins. The demon snickered loudly, "He lying!"
Faith jolted; she instinctively grabbed the frying pan off the stove. "Chauncey," her voice hushed. "Come here." He clearly couldn't hide it much longer as the beast began creeping out the room. "Mama… I got somethi—"
"Boy come here," he went towards his mother. "Hide under the sink." She opened the door to the bottom. "Mama I really gotta tell you something. The reason I skipped church—"
"Chauncey!" she barked, he got to the floor and crawled under the sink. "Stay there, don't come out until you hear me knocking." He could just barely fix under the sink. His legs close to his chest.
Faith crossed into the living room; she dropped the frying pan. Her heart sunk; her fingers trembled. The beast opened it maw, "SINNA!"
Chauncey thought to himself…. He should have gone to church.