94 : Plea For Help

VERENA

Footsteps thunder inside the room and I feel a pair of strong arms hold me from behind. Elijah’s scent crawls up my nose as he helps me get on my feet. “What the fuck just happened?” he asks as he looks at Ezra, his eyes wide.

As Dad enters the room, Ezra’s baseball bat levitates toward him.

“Duck!” Elijah roars, shoving me down behind the bed as a toy airplane soars above us with a few more flying objects. It slams into the wall with a crack, raining down splinters of plastic.

“What happened to Ezra?” Elijah asks as we both lie on the floor.

“I don’t know. He’s probably possessed,” I answer.

“Possessed? By a curse?” Elijah asks and looks at Ezra, who’s simply sitting on the bed like a statue.

Before I can answer, a nearby chair lurches towards us. “See?” I yelp, grabbing his arm. We both tumble to the other side of the bed just as the chair thuds down, missing me by a hair’s breadth.

The twins and Dad are also victims of the furniture flying in the room. Drake deflects the i