Chapter 15
John
A scream jerks me awake. “John!” I hear Elizabeth scream, but it sounds distant. Oh no. I jump from the bed and run to her room. The door is wide open, but she isn’t in bed. I rush to her bathroom; it’s empty—another scream. “Please stop!” s**t, where is she? I take off running down the hall. “Aah!” Another scream. It’s coming from the direction of our mother's ritual room.
I am running full speed through the house, down the hall, and bursting through the closed door of the ritual room using my shoulder. I nearly tumble face-first to the floor. I get my balance, and the sight before me is utterly horrifying.
My sister is strapped to a table that is in the shape of a “T.” She has blood everywhere. Arms, legs, and abdomen are red with it. There are membe
