The End

[The former tropical storm "Christine", now classified as a category 5 hurricane is fast approaching the Gulf coast with it being suspected to hit Florida as the first state among many others. Please stay indoors as the storm could arrive here at any moment. Be safe and God bless.]

A news alert was going off from the pocket of a shadowy figure making it's way in the dark rainy night along an abandoned pathway in the woods. It could be seen along closer inspection that the dark figure was really a malnourished, dirty, and pale teenage boy. 

The boy looked to be about 14 with sickly skin and dull eyes that appear as if they had seen all the darkness of the world. He wore tattered clothes that seemed to have been used for centuries and shoes that had holes everywhere. This boy's name was Oliver and he did not have a last name since he was abandoned on the side of a highway at birth. He was rescued by police officers and brought to an orphanage that was well known for their loving and caring operations. However behind closed doors, it was far from it. Countless beatings were endured all the while he was on the brink of starvation. So at 9 years old - he simply left and has been living on the streets ever since.

" This is probably gonna be worst than the hurricanes from last year. Better prepare to find a more suitable place than the one I have now."

As Oliver made his way out of the woods and to a run down neighborhood, he began to think of new ways to survive. "These clothes are done for and these shoes will probably break apart in my next few steps. It seems like tonight I'm gonna have to go back to that place." 

Even though Oliver was homeless he was still able to manage by robbing from a store or two and stopping by a homeless shelter. But if he was ever in immediate need of emergency items he always went to the place where anything could be found. Old Cleo's. 

This was a mansion where a huge amount jewelry, clothes, shoes, and any items a person might covet. There was a problem with this place though: It was haunted. At least according to the people in town. Oliver has been there tons of times but has never seen any ghost, ghoul, or thing of the sort. According to the townspeople, a century ago - an old witch named Cleo used to live there and kidnap children to use them as resources in her demonic spells. Until one day she was hunted by the parents of the kids and was gunned down in the basement. Oliver being a skeptical person however, just thought that it was a story used by local drug lords to keep police away from their "secret" hideout. And he was headed straight for this place.

About ten minutes later

Does it look scarier now cause of the rain, or have I not been paying enough attention to details?

Something is definitely wrong with this place.

"Augh why am I letting this shit affect me now." 

Right in front of Oliver was a huge mansion dwarfing over all the homes in the neighborhood. Vines and trees covered almost all of the white mansion while holes were in the walls and windows were shattered. The overall creepiness of this place could put it in the top ten scariest places of America. But it wasn't the appearance that particularly creeped out Oliver, it was the suffocating presence the house was now emitting in this storm. It felt as if he were to walk in there: he would certainly die.

"Maybe it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to turn back"

Oliver was just about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard a gunshot ring in his ear. He turned around slowly and saw a group of burly middle aged men with the one in the front holding a rifle in the doorway. They were dressed in dark lavender robes and had weird blood red symbols marked on all of their chests. Their eyes seemed to hold a type of madness in them as if they weren't looking at Oliver but a type of prey.

WHAT THE FUCK 

Oliver was about to turn around and run when his vision started swimming. He tumbled over on his first step and vomited about a liter of blood.

"Blech"

The last of his strength finally escaped him as he lied down in his own blood. Seeing that something was wrong he finally realized that the gunshot from earlier had struck him right in his midsection. "p - p -plea - please let m-me go" He could only weakly speak those words before more blood came out of his mouth.

As he was slowly dying the men in front of the mansion were just staring at him smiling. "You should be glad" one of them said. "You're our first sacrifice in this new city" "Our lord has chosen you." As the man spoke Oliver's eyesight and hearing kept blacking in and out but he could barely make out what he was saying. 

"BLESS THE LORD OF SACRIFICE" The whole group of men started chanting over and over again. As the chants got louder Oliver thought he was starting to see a huge black figure over them but then remembered that he was dying and probably experiencing a hallucination. But the terrifying screech that just sounded proved that theory wrong.

"HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" A loud bird like demonic screech rung out in Oliver's ears and he saw what looked like to be a fusion of an eagle, human, and some type of reptile hovering over the cultist group of men. And as the screech continued he felt his very soul being taken out of his body. It's ironic though, cause if you were to ask him that morning if he even believed in souls his answer probably would have been no.

"HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

As the demonic screech continued his soul and body finally gave with his eyes completely bursting from within his sockets, and his soul completely flying out towards the demonic beast with it's mouth slowly widening about to swallow Oliver.

NOOOOOOOOO! I can't die, and especially die by my soul being eaten by a demon!

As Oliver still tried to put up a futile effort of resistance; a huge explosion suddenly came from the body of one of the burly cult members and blood, brain matter, organ tissue, and anything you could find in the human body flew everywhere across the front lawn. 

As this happened, the demonic beast started dissipating and Oliver still flying toward it collided hard straight into the beast. As the collision happened the cult members started prostrating and yelling incoherent words. It seems that whatever this effort intended to do though did not work and Oliver and the demon beast disappeared into thin air.

Oliver was somewhere now. Or he was nowhere. He could not use any of his five senses to determine where he was right now. But what he did somehow know was - he was not alone.