A sinister orange glow drew him onward. He did his best to move silently through the underbrush as he followed the low murmurs of fevered chanting. Soon, the crackle of flame buried his worry about being heard and replaced it with the worry of being seen. He need not have worried. The white-robed figures were fully involved in their ritual of obscene pain. One layer of leaves from full exposure, Terry watched the center wooden cross crackle and spit, burning bright in the black woods. Terry sat absolutely unmoving until the figures on the side crosses forced a ragged gasp from his throat. He reached for his automatic and prepared to die. He had never met the victims, but he recognized them from Bill’s stories. On the left cross was Arturo, and on the right, little Jimmy. Terry was struggling to reconcile the fact that they matched his imagination perfectly. He would have known them anywhere, and yet he could not possibly know.As he judged the timing for his attack, the center figure of the ritual spun around to face him.
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