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August 05, 2005
Volume 5, Issue 5
It's Friday The Fifth.
Today, you'll need to feature the number five in your story somehow.
Laurence - Bath time
Wendy rubbed her sweat-covered forehead and gritted her teeth.
It was always the same: first the pain, then the visions. Screaming. Seeing Satan in her five children. Drowning them in the tub.
And blinding, mad agony.
"Why is this shit happening to me?" she screamed, reaching for the Excedrin bottle. "I don't have any kids!"
The pain stopped.
"No children?" said a voice in her head. "I'm sorry, is this the Yates Residence?"
"They're next door," whimpered Wendy.
"Oh," said the voice. "My mistake. Sorry for bothering you."
The demon flowed from Wendy's nose, shrugged, and wafted out the door.
Stacy: Encounter
Five times I killed it. Five times it came back.
The old man said I was marked, had been since the first time it saw me. It could find me anywhere using that mark. It could even come back from the dead, drawing on my own strength to cross over. But then maybe "dead" for them wasn't the same as "dead" for us.
The door shuddered as something large slammed repeatedly against it. I hadn’t run far enough, it seemed. This time would be different, though. This time, I’d been doing my homework.
I stepped inside the pentagram and waited.