Idea dump: Demons

We crept quietly into the darkness. A musty scent invaded my nose and it took everything for me not to sneeze. I held a flashlight in one fist and an EMF meter in the other. The light blinking to each color minutely, I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t want to be here.

Jason edged around me, his flashlight bigger than mine cut through the darkness like a beacon. His light touched the walls, giving me a view of a pentagram in bright red spray paint. For some reason it gave me chills. 

“School kids are dumb,” I announced, trying to shake off this stupid fear. “Paint shit on the walls to put spookiness to urban legends and creepy pastas.” I turned away from the wall and took a breath, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. 

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