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Fright Night: The Ritual

from The Fright Night Saga by Tom Selica

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On the road, the night is all but quiet as the two begin to feel the adrenaline in their veins subside. Just then, almost as if the timing deliberate, two head lights in the rear-view rise over the horizon they left behind.

"Fuck dude."

In the time it took to mutter those sheepish and defeated words, the '89 Celica was parallel to the Corolla. This couldn't be real. The vastness between them was closed in mere seconds, the speed unreal and unconstrained by the laws of the physical realm. The night was now filled with the roar of the Celica's engine beside them, piercing their ears, flooding their minds with terror. As the two looked to their left out of the driver side window, they could make out the oddly familiar face of their pursuer, illuminated by the dashboard of his vehicle. Immaculately symmetrical bone structure, an inhumanely charismatic grin, backed by a pristine mustache that couldn't have possibly just risen from the Earth and teeth so white it blinded their view.

"TIME TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LIVES NOW BAYBEHHH"

The entity jerked the wheel of the Celica into the boys' side panel. The size and weight of the two vehicles comparable, but the force exerted by the Celica may as well have been from a Mack truck. Unconstrained. Otherwordly.

The clash sends the Corolla into an uncontrollable spiral. After a moment, the tires grip asphalt and sends the Corolla top-over-bottom. The two friends' car lied broken and spent in a ditch on the side of the road.

As the boys crawl through glass and debris onto the damp dirt of the ditch, the supernatural force that's been chasing them stands above the two friends in the flickering lights of the dying Corolla. Clean, white Sperry's, khaki swim shorts, blinding floral shirt. That same inhumanely alluring grin un-phased by the chaos of the last few moments.

"We're absolutely screwed, dude..."
"I'm closing my eyes..."

The entity strides over to the pathetic scene of the two men laying in the mud, and swoops them up by their collars like a couple of no-good-whippersnappers. He lifts them up with supernatural grace, making them meet his aviator-covered gaze.

"Why are you doing this to us?" One of the friends said as he sniffed up a gleaming glob of mucus from his lip.

A velvety, smokey voice escaped from the entity's lips, much different than the booming proclamations he was issuing before.

"because people that have no hopes, are easy to control. and those who have the control. have the power."

With a thud, he dropped them to the ground.

"it is done. we are bound."

The two friends share a terrified look.
"What did we get ourselves into man..."

The entity's mustache peeled back in a seductive grin.

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from The Fright Night Saga, released June 14, 2019

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