An Excerpt From Demon In The Mist

Demon In The Mist is the novel that I spent a year and a half writing. It has sat unedited until now. I am in the process of final editing of the manuscript to be self published. The story is one of horror. It is a story of revenge attempted with the use of  black magic-only to end with death. That act sets a curse upon the small mountain community of Whitesburg, KY. Now years later a small group of citizens will band together to fight for their very lives and souls in the place they call home.

There is a demon that lurks within the heavy mountain mist, it is a soulless cruel thing that seeks only to feed upon the sanctity of life. Karen Ison will face that demon, and discover her true purpose in life. She will venture on a mystical journey along with a small band of townsfolk and a mysterious man named Caanan Tallmore.




Here is an excerpt from Chapter 1.

  --  Winston brought forth the silver dagger and with one great thrash he released blood from his palm, cutting the first two fingers of his left hand, downward into his palm. He threw the gathering pool of crimson liquid that began to gather in the palm of his hand into the fire. He handed the dagger to Jessica and she did the same. Soon they all performed this ceremonial offering of themselves to the dark spirit which called this place home. Tonya went to a large stone they had designated an alter, and filled a small dish with myrrh, sandlewood and white willow bark. She took the flame from the black candle perched on the alter, and let the fire heat the incense. As the aroma rose and began to fill the cave with its strong fragrance they began to chant again.

     Suddenly they felt the cold wind enter the cave, and fill it as if the air itself had become as thick as oil, and pressed against them with a heavy weight. The flames from the fire began to spin and slowly dim, until it was no more. There, as they chanted in the darkness, a small glow of moonlight penetrated the opening of the cave, and washed over them with a faint shimmer. A smoke began to fill the space where the fire had been, but not a smoke from the pit itself. This was a cold wet smoke, a mist that had drifted into the cave from the hills surrounding them. As it thickened, and almost seemed to dance, Christopher thought he could make out a form within the mist. He looked over toward Marimus with excitement and noticed that Marimus was fixated on the mist as well. He looked over toward the rest of the group, and saw that every eye was mesmerized by the gathering of a form within this mist. They chanted louder and flung droplets of blood from their hands that still flowed into the pit, and onto the creature that had now almost fully formed in front of them.

      It seemed to slither about the confines of the fire pit, as if fighting to be freed from chains. Suddenly a cold liquid fell upon Christopher's face. Christopher felt the fluid as it rain down his cheek. “What is this he thought-is it raining in here?” He knew that to be impossible as the soft glow of the dim moonlight gleamed through the opening of the cavern, he saw that the liquid was indeed blood. He looked around at his friends, and suddenly realized that someone was missing! No one seemed to be aware of anything around them other than the massive, and dark figure hovering above them where the fire once blazed. They were captivated and almost hypnotized by the presence of what they had conjured. 

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     Tonya had managed to stay calm as the creature took form before her very eyes. After all this was what they had set out to do. Now hovering above them in almost solid form stood the most terrifying, and amazing thing she had ever imagined possible. The demon had heard their cries and came to them. Now if she could only not loose it so that they could bind the creature to their will.

      She looked over at Jessica to see if she was seeing this in all its glory, and also to make sure that her girlfriend of four years was alright. She was-and Tonya knew that. Jessica was a strong character, that made her feel secure and empowered, and there she now stood to Tonya's left, as sure and confident as ever staring back at the beast taking form before them now. Tonya reached into here pocket to pull out the silver medallion that she had soaked for six days and nights in the mixture of blood, and tears of her, and her friends. It had been charmed by the most powerful witch she knew of, who was right there with them on this glorious night. No other witch in Kentucky, or Virginia, had ever shown Tonya the power and capability that Carol Ison had shown. Tonya raised the medallion above hear head and presented it before the demon. She called it by the name given it by the Cherokee people. “Kalona Ayeliski we command thee!” she shouted out into the dark night. The others were about to begin the chant when the creature turned toward Tonya. and with no effort leaned into hear small frame with a dark and evil gaze. It looked at the small silver thing in her hand, that now seemed so weak and simple and naive. The demon raised back up and with one swipe a steel-like claws found her flesh, and tore it apart. She tried to make a cry-or scream-or say something to Jessica, or the others but the hot liquid began filling her throat. She felt weak as she stared up at the demon that seemed to have already forgot she was there. She felt her legs giving way, as did the thoughts of her life. She could feel herself slowly drift away into nothing, and slowly the pain enveloped her no longer.