Here’s this week’s photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, see http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/03/07/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-21/
The thing in the cellar is becoming stronger; at night I hear it shuffling restlessly, keening softly, the murmur of a thousand lost souls.
The elders warned me, centuries ago: “The spell will not hold forever. You must be watchful. And ready.”
Today I must act. I have procrastinated too long; the thing must be silenced.
As I peer through the observation hole, fear strikes at the heart of my being. I am too late.
At this moment, around the world, death and destruction are being unleashed upon the innocent. And the high pitched keening of a thousand souls swells by thousands more.