“I’m going to need an army.”
Charley Brewster had been a coward for three weeks.
Charley picked up his phone. It was fully charged now. 6:02 AM. He scrolled to a contact he’d never thought he’d use again. fright night -2011-
Charley slid out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat—the one with the nail through the barrel, Peter Vincent’s idea. The one he’d laughed at. He didn’t laugh now.
The ancient vampire’s mirrored eyes widened. “What have you done?” “I’m going to need an army
He swung the bat at the nearest torch. It clanged off—but the flame jumped. It landed on the marble floor and did not go out. Instead, it spread. The black marble drank it like oil.
“Then learn.”
She looked nothing like Jerry. Where he had been sharp and modern, she was ancient and worn smooth as river stone. Her skin was the color of old ivory. Her eyes had no pupils—just twin mirrors reflecting Charley’s own terrified face back at him.
The flames found the veins of red in the marble and raced toward the throne. The sewn-mouth creatures screeched soundlessly. The woman shrieked—a sound that cracked the remaining wall between worlds. 6:02 AM