I was jarred from sleep by a sound that I had to investigate. I live alone so I’m used to things being quiet in my house. It was a bump or a crash and I realized that if it were an intruder, the only guard that I had against harm was my phone that I could use to call the police. My heart raced as I slowly emerged from my room and inched toward to the light switch in the hallway and when it was on, I breathed for the first time to see nothing in my bathroom, the spare rooms, or my kitchen. But there was one more corner to turn, through the doorway to my living room. I clutched my phone tighter and forced my self to look upon the empty room that was just as I’d left it. There was nothing there.
It’s hard to get back to sleep though and I am stuck mulling over the realization that if there is something stalking me, I have nothing for defense. I am free game. Maybe I should get a gun.
To settle my nerves, I decided to give you another preview from Issue 7. Though maybe it’s all of these spooky stories that are putting me on edge.
Excerpt from Silas in Hell Issue 6. Some Saints Go to Hell
by Roy Cureton and Maxwell “Rebel Max” Roberson
Tonight, as Silas breathes deep and braces himself for the coming journey, he wonders if he does what the burning saint asks, then maybe this will all be over. Then his eyes are heavy, and when he opens them again he knows where he is.
The demon guide smiles at Silas eagerly. “I don’t normally do this, but the saint asked so nicely. He has a request that I intend to fulfill. He asked me to show you one of our father’s nasty beasts.”
“Your father? The devil?” Silas asks.
“Call him what you will, but this realm is his. It hasn’t always been, but it has been for long enough that none of us really care about his predecessors. I was curious why the saint would ask me to show you this particular beast, but I visited it earlier and I get it. This will definitely frighten you and I am eager to see your reaction. The fear I encounter in this realm is mostly stale, yours is coupled with a skepticism and ignorance that I hardly see anymore.”
“I believe you now. I don’t understand it for sure, but I accept this as real.”
“You say that, but you have the luxury of returning to your physical body and that keeps your skepticism alive. I have proven myself to you, but I can sense the rationalizations that you employ to maintain your sanity. Nevertheless, this probably won’t shatter that, but I want to see you react. Come.”
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