The Ritual

by Adam L.G. Nevill

Now you scream. Into the darkness. Above, behind, forward and below. Scream until your throat rubs to rust. Scream at the futility because there is no one to hear.

They were fucked. Really in trouble now.

Everyone is fucked up, Luke. Damaged. We’re all messed up, underneath. Doesn’t matter what kind of house you live in.’ They sat in silence again

Evil was, he decided, inevitable, relentless and predictable. Imaginative, he’d give it that much, but soulless.

The barrier between the world and another much older place was much thinner here than elsewhere; things came and went. He understood that.