What is now waiting for them in the basement of End House?
The group slowly descended
the narrow staircase, down to the basement of End House—definitely the last place that any of
them ever wanted to visit again. The basement was cold and drafty. The one
light bulb seemed to be broken. They were forced to climb down the long flight
of slippery stairs in darkness.
At the bottom they were
faced with Father John—or a facsimile of Father John with glowing green eyes. He was elevated a
few feet off the floor, floating in space over a huge roaring fire dug deep into the ground.
Linda asked him, “Why are
you here, Father John? It’s not safe to be here. It would be much safer for you
at the church.”
Great question, thought Mike, his
temper fraying to its bitter end. He was astonished at how stupid humans could
be.
Father John lifted up his
right arm and began to throw one flaming ball of fire after another in their direction. The balls never hit them, since Todd had simultaneously lifted up his
owns arms to block the fiery barrage. The red-hot balls were left suspended in
air between them and the priest.
His arms fully extended
out in front of him, desperately holding the balls in place, Todd yelled out, “I can’t hold off these things forever! I need help quickly! Like right now!”
Sam ran behind the priest
and placed his palms on either side of the Father’s temples and closed his own
eyes.
The priest slowly lowered
his arms and the extinguished fire balls began to drop—one by one—in slow
motion to the floor. Father John followed soon after: falling unconscious to
the ground where the fire had been raging just moments before.
“Where did Father John get
the power to control fire? I had thought he was human and a good man,” Linda said. “No brains”
constantly had to have things explained to her. Couldn’t these people ever
think for themselves? That’s
why we’re always getting into trouble.
“The Father is still good,
but he’s being controlled: he’s being used as a vessel. He doesn’t even understand what’s going on,” Todd said. “Look! He’s waking up! Let’s see if he remembers anything!”
Father John stood up and
groggily looked around. He asked, “What am I doing here? The last place I remember
being was at church. How did I get here? Did I hurt someone?”
No, Father, we just had a party and you were the clown.
While Todd helped him to
his feet, he explained to the priest that he had been used as a vessel of The Dead to frighten them
away but luckily, no one had been hurt. The Father couldn’t recall anything
that had happened to him; the last thing he remembered was being alone in the
church.
“What should I do now? I
could join you in battle against the evil vampires.”
“Father John, the best
thing for you to do would be to return to the church and pray for all the lost
souls down here and all the innocent souls who’ve gotten themselves unwittingly
involved in this crazy situation,” David said.
The priest told everyone
how sorry he was for trying to hurt them, and then hurried back to church.
All that praying is certainly going to help us in this situation,
Maybe Todd and Sam will be more practical
than his silly friends and be able to wipe out The Dead—before anyone else gets
hurt or killed.
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