This time, the edge sank into something soft. The demon whirled, but not before a spray of black fluid splattered across the wall. It vanished for a split second, leaving Jesse wondering where the hell it had gone to, then reappeared again in the entrance to the bathroom, lunging for Jesse’s legs with spindly arms that looked like they would snap at the slightest pressure.
Jesse jumped, bending his knees so the arm sliced through the air beneath him. As soon as he hit the ground, he brought the sword down. The sharp blade sliced cleanly through the limb, but it didn’t deter the demon from slapping him with its other spider-like appendage. Jesse shouted at the contact. It stung like a thin whip across his ribs.
The thing hissed, nothing resembling words though it looked like its mouth-like opening was forming them. Before his eyes, it faded, the dresser it stood in front of all of a sudden visible.
History taught him to remain vigilant. Alert. Even as the seconds passed.