My Demonic Ghost: Banished Spirits - Plot & Excerpts
I was awake to watch the sun rise from behind the buildings. My feelings were pushed into the back of my mind as I swung my feet over the side of the bed. Opening the door into the hallway, I was heading towards the kitchen when I tripped over a motionless lump; nearly face planting myself on the floor. The thing groaned and pulled its legs tighter into its chest. I glanced down to notice the dusty haired Lock, who had set up camp outside my room. “What are you doing down there?” “Making sure that that punk Dean doesn’t try anything of course,” he said. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I blushed, waving dismissively behind my shoulder and walked towards the kitchen. He got up and bounded after me, standing at my right flank like a guard dog. Dean was napping on the couch, and as I turned towards the fridge I couldn’t help but notice Lock standing deliberately between the two of us. There wasn’t much to eat.
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