Invisible Terror Collection Part 14

"Scotty?"

He did not answer.

"Scotty!"

When he reached the corner, he turned back to Becka and tried to flash her that lopsided grin of his. He didn't quite pull it off.

Becka watched as he turned back to the corner. He took a deep breath, hesitated, then said in a loud, controlled voice: "By the power and authority of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I cast all of you out of this house and into the abyss!" Nothing happened. There was no response. The room was as silent as ever. Scott cleared his throat and took another breath.

"I command you to obey me ... now!"

A faint breeze began to stir.

Everyone exchanged looks.

The breeze increased, blowing their hair. Soon it was tugging at their clothes, whipping their jackets. The moaning returned, growing louder and louder as the wind turned into a full-fledged gale. The moans evolved to wailing, then shrieks. The group bent down, some hanging onto one another - anything to keep their balance.

Scott was the first to see it. A slit of light in the corner directly before him. It was no longer than a foot and only a couple inches wide. The wind raced into it. Faster and faster the air roared past Scott and into the hole, until Scott himself started to be pulled in.

"Scotty!"

His footing slipped once, twice. He was losing his balance, being sucked into the opening. He tried to fight it, to pull back, but the force was too great.

Becka raced to his side, grabbing his arm, pulling for all she was worth. Ryan joined her and pulled the other arm. Together they hung on, refusing to let go. It seemed to last forever, though it was probably only a few seconds. Finally the wind died and, as the last of it disappeared, rus.h.i.+ng into the opening, the slit of light vanished as well.

The wind was gone. Everything was still. Only the heavy breathing of Becka, Scott, and Ryan broke the silence.

Scott looked to Becka, then to Ryan, who was flipping the hair out of his eyes. They traded grins. It was over. For real this time. They were sure of it. Becka was the first to hold out her arms. The two guys instantly responded, and they fell into a three-way hug, each holding the others for all they were worth.

The others joined in - Julie, Philip, Krissi, Darryl ... even the Ascension Lady. She had stood off to the side, watching, until they motioned for her to join them. Everyone held everyone else in a ma.s.sive group hug. It had been quite a night. It had been quite a seventy-two hours!

Of course, it wasn't entirely over. Both Becka and Scott knew there would be plenty of questions to be asked and explana-tions to be made. But one thing was certain: The Bible could be trusted. Always.

It said there were not ghosts, only Satan and his fallen angels.

It was right.

It said Chris tians had authority through Christ to beat them.

Right again.

All they had to do was take that authority, use the sword of G.o.d's Word, and wear G.o.d's armor - all of it, including the breastplate of righ teous ness.

Becka and Scott weren't fools. They knew they didn't have to be perfect to face the enemy - they just had to be headed in that direction. And when they messed up, they had to make sure they admitted it and asked Christ to forgive them.

All of these were important lessons they'd learned. Lessons that would help them in upcoming battles. Not that they'd go looking for fights with Satan and his groupies. They knew better than that.

But they knew if and when they were called to help, they would go into battle, willing to fight and, with G.o.d's help, to win. That was a part of being warriors for the Lord.

Only now there were not just two warriors. Becka looked at Ryan and gave him an extra-hard hug. He flashed her that killer smile, the one that always made her stomach do flip-flops, and she smiled back.

Now there were three.

The Guardian.

Book 5.

Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

2 Corinthians 11:14.

Chapter 1.

Well, that was a lot of fun," Scott said as he threw open the door to the old Hawthorne mansion and stepped outside.

"Wha'dya want to do tomorrow night? Duke it out with Satan?

Drop by and visit h.e.l.l?"

The group groaned.

"I feel like I've already been there," Philip said, rubbing his neck.

The others agreed as they headed out of the darkened house and into the brisk early morning air. They still couldn't quite take it all in. What had started off as a simple seance in a deserted mansion had ended up as a major showdown between good and evil.

"I still don't get it," Krissi, the group's full-time beauty and part-time airhead, exclaimed. "I mean, so much stuff was going on; it was like a crazy, mixed-up dream, all jumbled and everything."

Rebecca took a deep breath of the cool air and slowly let it out. No way was that a dream, she thought.

Ryan had been watching her expression, and he reached out and gently pulled her toward him. It had not been a dream for him, either. Or for Scott. The three of them had just fought the battle of their lives. Everyone else had been distracted by illusions and hallucinations, but these three had fought with everything they had. And then some.

It had been close - too close at times - but G.o.d had used the three of them to literally beat back the forces of h.e.l.l.

As they headed down the sidewalk to their cars, Priscilla, the only adult in the group, turned to Rebecca. She hadn't spoken since they left the upstairs room. Now her voice was hoa.r.s.e with emotion. "Becka ... ," she faltered. "Without your help ... if you hadn't shown up ..." She looked down to the ground and shook her head, unable to finish.

Becka nodded. Nothing more had to be said. As a channeler of the spirits, Priscilla had been in the most danger. True, Krissi, Philip, Darryl, and Julie had also been attacked, but their fight was more on an emotional level. The evil had actually entered Priscilla's body, so her battle had been more physical. And more violent.

Julie tossed her thick blonde hair to the side and motioned toward the eastern sky. "Hey, check it out." The horizon was already showing signs of pink and orange. "Can you believe we were in that place all night?"

"It felt longer than that," Darryl said, sniffing loudly.

"Anybody for breakfast?" Scott asked. "I'm starved."

"You're always starved," Ryan joked.

"Hey, we deserve it," Scott said, doing a mock karate kick and a couple punches in the air. "We beat them bad boys bad. If you ask me, it's time for a little victory celebration." Becka winced. She loved her brother. She just wished he would do something about that ego of his. She sighed. Then again, he was a guy, so what could she expect?

"You kids go ahead," Priscilla said. She pressed the remote alarm on her key chain, and her car gave a little beep-bop. "I'm really exhausted."

The group nodded in understanding. Priscilla, better known as the Ascension Lady because of the New Age bookshop she owned, climbed into her white BMW. She turned the ignition and gave a little wave as she pulled off. The group waved back and watched her disappear down over the hill.

Then slowly, one by one, their gazes drifted back to the mansion. There it stood on the hilltop, absolutely quiet, absolutely still. No more shadows fighting in the window, no more screams echoing down the hallway. Everything was normal, just as it should be. Just as it would always remain.

Still, there were the memories ...

"Well," Philip finally broke the silence, "I think I'd better call it a night too." He held a hand out to Krissi and she took it.

"Sounds good to me," she said.

"What about the eats?" Scott asked.

Philip shook his head. "Some other time. Maybe we can get together tomorrow or something."

The others agreed, and Philip and Krissi started across the street toward his car. Halfway there, he turned back to Julie and called, "You riding with us?"

"Yeah," Julie answered, "I'll be right there." She turned to Becka, then reached out to take both of her hands. There was a moment of silence as the two friends held each other's gaze. "I don't know what all happened in there," Julie said quietly, "but I think we'd better talk. The sooner the better." Becka held her look.

Julie continued, "I know we've teased you about your faith and everything, but part of me really takes that stuff seriously.

And if what I saw in there really happened ..." She hesitated, then shrugged. "Well, I just think it's something we need to talk about."

Becka nodded, hiding her excitement. This was something she had wanted to do for months. "Sure." She shrugged.

"Anytime."

Julie gave her a quick hug, then turned and headed for the car.

Philip and Krissi had already climbed inside and cranked up the radio nice and loud. It was an oldies station. There was something about the old-time music blasting into the early morning that seemed rea.s.suring. As though it reminded everyone that the world was still turning, that life still went on.

Ryan pulled Becka closer, and she looked into his blue eyes.

Even though strands of jet-black hair hung in them, there was no missing their gentle sparkle - or that killer smile that always made her knees just the slightest bit weak.

"You did okay," he said, grinning.

"Yeah," she answered softly. "We both did." The grin grew. They turned toward his car, a white vintage Mustang. Scott and Darryl stood beside it, stomping off the cold and waiting. "Yes sir," Scott was saying, "a three-egg omelet and a stack of cakes will do me just fine."

"And a side of onion rings," Darryl added.

"Onion rings?"

Becka started to comment, but the words never came. She wasn't sure if she saw it first or heard it, but an older gray car appeared out of nowhere. It roared over the top of the hill with only its parking lights on.

Becka spun to Julie, who hadn't quite finished crossing the street. The music from Philip's car was so loud she didn't hear the other vehicle.

"Look out!" Becka cried. "Julie, look - " But Julie didn't have a chance. By the time she saw the car, it was on top of her.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion.

Julie tried to dodge the car, but the right headlight caught her in the thigh. The impact flipped her into the air until she was sailing over the hood, headfirst. She turned her face, and for the briefest second her eyes connected with Becka's. They were filled with pain and confusion.

When Julie came down, she missed the hood.

She did not miss the winds.h.i.+eld.

Her neck and left shoulder smashed into the pa.s.senger's side with a dull, cracking sound. She tumbled across the roof, rolling once, twice, before being thrown to the pavement with a loud "Oof!" as the air was forced from her lungs. Then she lay there.

Unconscious. Unmoving.

"Julie!" Becka screamed. "Julie!"

The car never slowed.

By the time the paramedics arrived, Julie had lost too much blood.

Becka had been the first to reach her friend's side. She was the one who insisted n.o.body move Julie in case her neck was broken. She was the one who ordered somebody to find a house and call 9-1-1. And she was the one who used her first-aid training to apply pressure to Julie's open wound and try to stop the blood. But the gash was too deep.

"Stay with me," she whispered into her friend's ear. "Don't go! Stay with me, Jules, stay with me ..." Becka was so involved that she didn't hear the EMS vehicle pull alongside them.

"Please ... there's so much I've got to tell you ..." She didn't hear her friends describing the accident to the paramedics.

"Stay with me! Come on now, fight! You wanted me to tell you about G.o.d, and I will, but you have to stay with me. Oh, G.o.d ... do you hear me? Stay with me!" She barely heard the paramedics speaking to her. "Okay, sweetheart, we've got her now. We'll take over." Becka didn't move. "Please, Jules, don't go, don't go ..."

"Let us in there ... ," the voice insisted, but it wasn't until she felt Ryan's firm hands around her shoulders and heard his voice that Rebecca finally allowed herself to be pulled away.

"It's okay, Beck. You've done all you can. It's okay."

Even then, she wouldn't leave. Her hands were covered with her friend's blood, her jeans were stained, and her cheeks smudged - but Becka remained, not caring how she looked, hovering over the scene. She watched as the paramedics took Julie's fading pulse and read her falling blood pressure. She prayed as they shoved IVs into the collapsing veins, lifted the limp body onto a gurney, carefully slid it into the vehicle, and shut the doors.

The one thing Becka didn't do was cry. Not a drop. Until the ambulance started to pull away. Then the sobs came. Hard and gut-wrenching. She could feel Ryan take her into his arms. She could hear him fumble for the words. But nothing helped.

"Why didn't I warn her?" she choked.

"Beck - "

"She should never have come with us."