Page 10 of Chaos has a Name
Taking his gun into his bedroom, he made sure to lock that door, too, and he shoved his chair under the doorknob to make sure nothing could come into his room.
It was better safe than sorry.
After that, he checked the windows, and made sure they, too, were locked.
Then, and only then, was when he felt safest.
The sigh he let out told the tale, and all of that fear could finally be let go.
It had to be his imagination.
That was the only explanation.
For now, he’d get changed and climb into his comfortable bed. He’d had a little too much fun at the bar, apparently—because his mind had been playing some wicked tricks on him.
Placing his gun next to the bed, he toed off his shoes, and prepared to begin removing his clothing.
Going to his closet, he opened it, and saw the most terrifying thing he’d ever seen in his whole damn life.
There stood a man wearing a deer skull, and he was holding a sharp hunting knife in his hand.
That’s when he heard the whistle, and the sound of his own scream.
He hadn’t escaped it.
It was in his home.
And now, Thomas Adsila knew one thing.
It had found him, and he was dead.
* * *The Blackhawk Family * * *
Hours Later
The Forest
The Early Hours
His clothing was meticulously folded like it always was when the sacrifice was made.
Nearby, it was placed on the rock not far from where his remains were buried after the offering was given.
He’d been enjoyed for hours, and not only hadThe Hollowapproved, but the Wendigo did too.
If one listened close enough, the howl of satisfaction could be heard through the woods, and deep into the location where he’d been offered up.
Another year, and another sacrifice was complete, as the job was well done.
The Hollowcould relax, and enjoy the bounty of what had come their way, and expect more good tidings.
Thomas had been more than a good offering.
He’d been a fantastic one.
As all of his clothing was left behind, a memorial of sorts, the hole where his remains were placed was covered over. It was hidden in the middle of the reservation forest where seldom foot traffic went.
Unless someone knew where to look, Thomas would never be found.
