[Excerpt] ‘The Book of Demons’—Jack meets Mr. Phillips
He looks at me like he is reading me. Trance-like…
Below is an excerpt from the new book by author Kevin Moore, The Book of Demons. The dead don’t come back, but some never leave…
The man is unnerving. Something very alarming about him. Danger. Evil itself? His hand is icy, then hot. My gifts and abilities alarm me. This is a hunter…
The feeling that someone has walked up behind me is reinforced by the smell of Julia’s nervous energy. She distracts me, which makes me unhappy; I do not want to take my eyes and concentration off Philips. I must remember everything about him in detail.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Philips,” I say, “but as I said, it’s not for sale.”
He looks at me like he is reading me. Trance-like. Trying to figure something out.
Mr. Philips turns and walks back to the painting. He picks it up. This guy has some fucking balls. He stands with his back to us. Yet, I feel like he’s watching me, which he is; I see his reflection in the bedroom window. His eyes are indeed on me. For a minute, I think he’s going to climb out the window with the painting, which is ridiculous, but still, I feel as if he could. He’s so fucking creepy. Draculaesque.
Turning his head toward me in a wicked manner, Mr. Philips smiles. If he wasn’t so odd, you might say he’s handsome, but his weirdness dispels that thought. “I can make you an indecent offer.”
It is the way he says it that makes Julia gasp, but she says nothing.
I bet you can fucker. I say again, “It’s not for sale.”
The climate and mood in the room change drastically. It’s dark and cold. I wait for him to shake the apartment in much the same way that Kasper Greenstreet did on the night I got him to leave. Only, he turns his back to us and faces the painting, wanting to be alone with it, as if he is trying to absorb the energy in the painting for himself.
I clear my throat. “Anything else?”
Mr. Philips puts the painting back where I had it, turns, walks over to me, and hands me a business card with only his name and telephone number. No address, no title. “If you change your mind—” and you will “—and decide to sell, call me.” I know that he is speaking, but he is also sending me thoughts, telepathic commands.
Up until this point, he has not acknowledged Julia. Finally, he glances at her. She squeezes my arm. Philips returns his gaze to me and locks eyes with great intensity and power. Wicked.
“I’ve not seen a Kasper Greenstreet for sale in… forever.” You will give it to me!
Fuck you, asshole, it’s not for sale!
But wait, that voice. “As I said, I'm a big fan of Kasper Greenstreet.” I don’t really hear his last name, but I know. Yes, that’s it—he is Philip. Now he calls himself Mr. Philips?
Are you Philip? I want to ask because the anger that man created within Kasper Greenstreet’s ghost was explosive. The shadows on the wall that night showed pictures of this man. The shadows let us hear his voice and Kasper’s uncle’s voice. I can’t and won’t forget that moment.
“Will you excuse me?” Mr. Philip says. Before I tear off both your heads.
Apparently, Julia and I are blocking the doorway of the bedroom. “Oh, yes, of course.” Julia says, moving quickly. She is frightened but is unsure why.
I step out of the doorway very slowly, never taking my eyes off him. Julia and I exchange looks. We stick our heads out of the bedroom very carefully, watching as he exits the apartment.
“That was spine-chilling,” Julia says.
The Book of Demons
Kevin Moore
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