Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Dead Rite chapter 19.04

Julie sidled around the kitchen table to get her coffee mug from the cupboard. To the normal eye the table looked much as it ever did, albeit with the small addition of the scratches, but with her spirit sight – that which she could see from her real eye – she could see the darkness within. It was disturbing to think a demon was inside a piece of furniture, though not unheard of. She'd lost count at the number of films she'd seen where someone's life was threatened by a piece of furniture. Often sold to them by Peter Cushing.

Estimating the table legs at just under a meter, she moved the coffee machine five feet away and relaxed slightly. She stood at the far end of the room to sip her drink. How exactly did you exorcise a table.? If the spirit had a particular affinity for wooden objects, could you get the spirit to go into something else? A box of matches? A mug rack? Perhaps a ventriloquist's dummy.

Whatever they managed to seal it in, it ought to be something they could lock away in a deep, dark dungeon where it would stay sealed for fifty years until it was somebody else's problem.

Knowing Harold, though, he'd sell it on eBay and get an excellent price by being perfectly truthful about it.

2 comments:

stephanie said...

*chuckles* Poor, pragmatic Julie. I sympathise with her conundrum.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I think she despairs of them