Demonspawn by Glenn Bullion Read Free Book Online Page B

“Alex, we've known each
other since we were five. What do you think? Tell me what the hell
is going on.”
    I thought about the absurdity of what I saw.
A woman, a ghost , waving at me across the school gym floor
where two hundred couples danced.
    “I'm not sure I trust myself right now.”
    I walked up the stairs. I heard Cindy take a
deep breath behind me and follow me. My own footsteps sounded
ominous in the hallway. Cindy's heels sounded just the same. I felt
her grab my hand from behind.
    We made it to the door guarding the upstairs.
It creaked as I pushed it open slowly. The lights were off on the
second floor. I guess no one felt the need to turn them on,
considering the dance was in the gym.
    “Christ. Who knew school could be so scary,”
Cindy whispered behind me.
    There was some light coming from our left. I
turned and felt my breath get caught in my chest.
    Susan stood there, about halfway down the
hall. She was looking into the only lit classroom on the floor.
    Cindy poked her head out under mine. We both
were looking in the same direction, but we weren't seeing the same
thing.
    “Wow. Miss Munroe teaching Spanish late
tonight?”
    “You don't see her, do you?”
    “See who?”
    I didn't respond, as there was no need to.
The only thing Cindy saw was light from a classroom spilling out
into the hallway. I saw that, plus a woman who was dead, murdered
by her husband who had been possessed by a demon.
    Susan turned her head toward me. She smiled,
but I could see there was no happiness in it. She gestured with her
head toward the classroom.
    Then she was gone.
    “Let's go see what's up,” Cindy said, and
took a step in front of me.
    “Whoa, whoa.” I grabbed her shoulders to stop
her. Then I took the lead.
    “Wow, Alex. You're my hero.”
    We walked toward the classroom, moving as
quietly as we could. As we drew closer we could hear some sounds.
It took me a moment to recognize it as moaning. I heard some
rubbing, then what sounded like a belt coming off.
    Cindy smiled. “Looks like someone couldn't
wait till the dance was over. Let's see who it is.”
    Somehow, deep down, I knew who at least one
of them was. I tried to reach out and stop Cindy, but I was too
late. As her face went into the light I watched her amused smile
turn to shock and horror.
    She stood up and stormed into the room.
    “What the fuck is this?!”
    I was a step behind her. I already had an
idea of what I'd see. Daryl was sitting in Miss Munroe's chair. His
shirt was unbuttoned and his belt on the floor. Straddling his lap
was Tiffany Sears, a senior whose reputation with the guys was well
known. Her dress was pulled up to her hips, revealing white
panties, and one strap was off. I can only imagine what the scene
would be like if we came five minutes later.
    “Cindy!” Daryl said. His eyes said it all. He
quickly forced Tiffany off his lap. She straightened her dress.
“Look, I can explain-”
    “Can't anyone get any privacy anymore?”
Tiffany said.
    I didn't even have the chance to be stunned
before Cindy gave Tiffany a look that could kill.
    “You're in a fucking school classroom,
bitch!”
    “Don't you call me a bitch!”
    Tiffany slapped Cindy with an open palm.
Daryl started to get out of his sex-chair. I managed to take a step
forward before Cindy struck back, although it wasn't with an open
palm. She punched Tiffany square under the eye. Tiffany reeled back
a few steps and fell on her ass.
    I was surprised to see Daryl raise his fist.
He had a dangerous look in his eye, and he was looking at
Cindy.
    He never had a chance to swing, although I
believe that's exactly what he was gonna do. I was in front of
Cindy faster than I would have thought possible. I had a hand
around Daryl's throat and the other locked around his wrist. Daryl
was a few inches taller than me and could easily have broken my
grip. But he didn't. Seeing him raise his fist to my best friend
made my mind go blank. His knees actually buckled before