D is for Damien
They all waited in the narrow passageway, barely daring to breathe lest they be heard through the thin metal. Right now they couldn't remember how they got there, or where they came from--only that they had to get the D.
"Do you see it?" Tokky whispered.
Damien shook his head in the near-darkness. Little spots of light shone in through the iron grille enclosing the shaft. "I can see a big group of people. There's a scorpion on a curtain, and a large tapestry of the devil. And there's a goat skull with two candles, one red, one black."
"What are they doing?" Kat asked.
"They're kneeling. I think they're worshipping the skull or the tapestry."
"Let me see," Harvey whispered, crawling closer. He leaned against the grille accidentally, and everyone fell out when it cracked open. They landed in a heap on the blood-red carpeted floor.
Looking up, they saw about a hundred or so pairs of Satanic eyes staring at them.
They were definitely in trouble.
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