Page 4 of Summoning Sex Demons

When Bazzon went to step out of the shadows, I yanked him back. “Not yet.”

They waited for a moment and then another, and then the redhead threw her arms up. “Fuck!”

“All right”—Jada yawned—“I’m calling it a night.”

Lightning struck through the sky, thunder cracking overhead.

“I can’t believe this,” the redhead snarled, following Jada out of the bedroom and flaring her nostrils. “Three hours of Ouija board and witch curses later, and we can’t even communicate with a simple ghost! I know I did everything right. Why won’t they come out?!”

Jada tugged on one of her curls and frowned as the redhead slumped her shoulders forward and trudged down the hallway. “Happy Halloween!” Jada teased. “I can’t wait to decorate for Christmas tomorrow!”

“Happy Halloween to us,” the redhead grumbled from down the hall, then slammed her door.

“She’ll get over it,” Jada said. “You need help cleaning up?”

“No.” Iza smiled. “I’m good.”

As Jada disappeared down the hallway, I gestured for Bazzon and Varoth to exit the room. “Follow them.” My gaze drifted to those coiled brown curls swooping around her face, glowing in the moonlight. “This one is mine.”

CHAPTER

THREE

IZA

Another rollof thunder crashed through the night, I crawled into my bed and underneath my covers, snuggling up with my blankets and shutting my eyes. I waited to hear Mikayla’s shouts through the house that this was a sign, that a spirit was trying to communicate with us.

But she didn’t say a word.

When I couldn’t fall asleep immediately, I opened my eyes, sat up in bed, and leaned over to stare out my window. Light blazed out from Mikayla’s bedroom next to mine. The hair stood up on my arms.

Why had … Why had only my power gone out?

Deciding that it was nothing, that I was just hallucinating, I relaxed back into bed and closed my eyes. Mikayla was just getting inside my head now. We had been at it for hours tonight. I must’ve started believing it myself.

My floorboard creaked, and I snapped open my eyes.

“Mikayla, if you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.”

The hell it isn’t. I am about to piss myself.

Heart pounding, I glanced at the bedroom door, which was shut. I shifted my gaze around the room to see the closet door, which I knew I had closed. It was now ajar. My mouth dried.

What is going on?

I scanned the room and found nothing. No one. This was my imagination.

“Stop letting her get inside your head,” I whispered to myself, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to my chin. “There are no such things as ghosts. There are no such things as ghosts. There are no such things as?—”

Someone brushed their fingers against my ankle that stuck out from underneath my blankets. I shrieked and sat up in the bed, heart pounding inside my chest. I pressed my back against my wooden headboard and reached for my lamp, hoping to God that it’d turn on.

Nothing.

“Wh-what’s going on?” I whispered.

“Relax,” a man with the deepest voice purred into my ear, followed by the scent of peppermint.

A shiver ran down my spine. I snapped my head in the direction of the voice. Nobody.

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