Demons LLC (Damned and Cursed Book 7) by Glenn Bullion Read Free Book Online Page B

it?"
    "Nope."   Alex had seen many horrible things, but he wasn't so hardened that the voice didn't set him on edge.   "And let the fun begin."
    "What do you—?"
    The lone empty chair at the table twitched.   The conversation stopped as everyone turned and stared.   One more twitch, with a little more force.   Then the chair flew across the room.   It sailed behind the couch and crashed into the wall, knocking a picture down with it.
    Everyone at the table stood up.   Keith ran from the dining room and got as close to Alex as he could.   Donna seemed hurt, but only for a moment.   Picture after picture fell from the walls, like they were dominoes.
    "Troy, are you recording this?" Donovan asked.
    "Oh, it's recording," he said, pointing to multiple cameras.   There was excitement in his voice.
    "That's all it will do," Kim said, waving her hands around.   "It's not going to hurt us.   It just wants attention."
    Donna raised her voice.   "Kimberly, what the hell are you talking about?"
    "Mom, just listen to me!   It's not going to hurt—!"
    Kim was proven wrong before she could even complete her sentence.   There was a loud slap, and Donna crumpled to the floor, holding her palm to the side of her cheek.   Jason shouted his wife's name, and tried to circle the table.   He only made it halfway when he flew across the room as well, like the chair.   His head struck the wall first, and he slumped to his side, unmoving.
    The table violently bounced up and down.   Plates of food and glasses fell to the floor.   Over the chaos, Alex could still hear the laughing.
    He stood up, and felt a tugging at his hand.   Keith looked up to him, panic in his eyes.
    "Don't go," he said.
    He reassured him with a smile and gestured to Amy.   "Just stick with my pal Amy here.   Stay right with her."
    Amy returned the smile, but looked no more confident than Keith.
    The scene was a mess.   Donovan cowered in the corner, while Troy was waving another camera around.   Kim cried openly as she squatted in the kitchen doorway.   The table continued to bounce, as if a hundred hands lifted and dropped it constantly.
    Alex hated to admit it, but he never felt better.   He literally fed off fear, and there was no shortage of that in the Felder residence.   It nourished him, made him stronger.   He felt like he could run a marathon.
    "You've got their attention," he called, placing a hand on the table.   "If you've got something to say, go ahead.   I can definitely hear you."
    The activity stopped, as quickly as it started.   The laughing that only he could hear ceased.   The silence by itself was almost creepy, until Donovan kicked a plate trying to stand.
    "Did…you get all that?" he asked.
    Troy nodded vigorously, filming the plates and food on the floor.   "I did."
    Alex shook his head.   Their priorities needed some work.
    "What happened?" Amy said from the couch.
    "It's still shy," Alex said.   "But we're getting there."
    He checked on Kim first.   The girl was trembling, hugging her knees to herself.   Tears ran down her face, but otherwise she was fine.   Donna was slowly pulling herself into a sitting position.   The side of her face was red from the attack, and he thought he could see impressions of fingers start to form.
    "I'm fine," Donna said.   Alex admired her bravery.   "Please, check on Jason."
    Jason, despite having the wind knocked out of him, was on one knee.   He was coughing and gasping for breath.   He'd left a mark in the wall from where his head struck.   Alex grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet.   Jason immediately went to his wife and held her.
    "Is everyone okay?" Amy asked, her voice shaking.   She still stood near the couch with an arm around Keith.
    "Does it look like we're okay?" Kim shouted.
    Alex led Jason and Donna to the couch.   He approached Kim and held out his hand.   She slapped it away and stomped across the room.
    "I'm going to my room."
    "Kim, don't," Donna