“Well, let’s go then. The longer we are in here the better the chance of getting caught.” Vin grabbed the key ring Mike was holding and made his way outside.
Mike locked up the house, and followed after Vin.
When the door to the house closed, a gust of wind, made by the door, blew a piece of paper off the desk. Underneath this piece of paper was a black leather-bound book with a pentagram on the cover. This five-pointed pentagram was bright red, like it had been drawn in blood. This symbol began to glow in the darkness.
When Mike reached the garage door, he stopped, because he couldn’t hear or see his buddy. “Vin, where are you?” He asked, leaning into the garage.
Vin jumped out of hiding, banging two pieces together of the loudest thing he could find.
Mike, of course, jumped. “You dumb son of a bitch! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Wuss,” Vin replied, smiling.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will hear that?” Mike asked, remembering how terrified Vin had once been of getting caught.
Vin shrugged it off as no big deal, and turned his attention to the car.
“What do you think?” Mike asked.
Through the curtainless windows, the full moonlight fell onto the car like a spotlight, giving it a ghost-like glow . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.