Shadow of Evil

Her red hair clung to the sweaty skin of her face and neck. The sweat that covered her was cold and unpleasant. She sat meditating, just finishing the demon-creation ritual…

When Anita began to torment her again, she couldn't take it anymore and attacked her with her fists. She hated her with all her heart, wanted her dead, and would never forgive her for all the slander she'd hurled at her. They dragged her away by force, blood dripping from her mouth, and her red hair was a terrible mess. Anita rose to her feet and smiled triumphantly; even now, she was on top, even though she'd started it herself.

"Sandra... calm down..." the boy who had pulled her away from Anita whispered in her ear. "Come on, you'll never win against her, at least not like this...

" "What are you talking about, Vampire?" the girl asked, wiping the blood from her mouth...

"I have something that might help you... come to my place this afternoon..."

She came to him right after class. She knew that Romek, I mean Vampire, always had brilliant ideas. She rang the doorbell, heard the lock click, and the Vampire appeared before her eyes... He was dressed all in black, his face terribly pale, which in this light looked even longer than it actually was. He looked at her and smiled slightly...

"Come in... Go straight to my room and don't stop anywhere..." he commanded imperiously. When she entered, she felt a strange shiver, wanting to flee, but when she turned around, she saw the Vampire's cold, black eyes before her...

"Go to my room..."

When she entered his room, she couldn't believe her eyes

when she saw this: the walls in her friend's room were painted black and covered with strange posters. On the carpet lay a black rug with a strange white symbol in the middle. On the table next to the window, covered with a heavy black curtain, stood a candle. There were quite a few candles, practically everywhere, on the wardrobes, on the desk, and even on the floor, but the largest and, she suspected, heaviest ones stood at the corners of the rug.

"And how do you like it here?" she heard the Vampire's voice behind her, and

she jumped, almost knocking over a nearby candle.

"What happened to your room?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"It finally looks the way it should... Here," he said,

pressing a large, thick volume into her hand. "The Bible," as the book's title read, was wrapped in a black material that looked remarkably like leather.

"What is this?" she asked.

"A Bible... but not an ordinary Bible. Open to the marked page..."

She looked him straight in the eye and knew she'd taken a step too far. Obediently, she opened the book to the marked page... There was a ritual for summoning a demon...

"What is this?"

"Read this... I'll leave you alone, I have to go, I trust you won't

chicken out... Once you've studied this, perform the ritual and unleash the demon you created on your enemy... you know, if you weren't my friend, I wouldn't have helped you... Be happy..." he said, and then left the apartment.

She was left there completely alone, confused and devastated. She had no idea what the Vampire would propose, but she never would have thought it could be something like this... But she had no other choice; her desire for revenge overcame common sense... And although the ritual was written in a rather strange way, it turned out to be very simple to perform... So she sat on the carpet and began to meditate, slowly clearing all thoughts...

Her red hair stuck to the sweaty skin of her face and neck. The sweat that covered her was cold and unpleasant. She sat and meditated, just coming to the end of the demon-creating ritual... According to the "Bible" given to her by the Vampire, she should now imagine the person she was going to send her demon to... Her target was Anita...

"Another boring day at the kennel," she thought, looking out the window. The vampire wasn't at school today, in fact, he hadn't even shown up yesterday, and she had to lock the door herself and take the keys (fortunately, they were spares) with her... As she pondered this, she heard Anita's mocking voice behind her.

"If I had hair like that, I'd never leave my

room, and in fact, I'd kill myself, I'd relieve the world and stop polluting it with my presence." Sandra didn't even move, though anger was rising within her; she had no intention of getting into a fight this time...

Suddenly, she heard Anita's terrifying scream, turned around, and saw something so horrific that she quickly closed her eyes... Anita was covered in blood, blood was flowing mainly from her head, her blond hair had turned red, her entire face was covered in blood, and she was screaming as if someone was skinning her...

"Get him off me!!! Make him stop!!!" My face!!! -

actually, no one knew which "him" she meant, everyone looked at her like she was crazy, except Sandra, who knew perfectly well what was happening:

"...and even though you're creating this demon, your enemy will see it and be powerless. And the demon will feed on its energy, and soon your enemy will no longer bother you..."

Only now did she truly understand the meaning of those words... Only now did she realize what she had done... So Anita would die, die because of her, because of her stupidity, because she had behaved like... well, what kind of human being behaves like that... well, what kind of human being?! "Oh

my God!" she heard the scream of one of Anita's henchmen, looked in

that direction, and was speechless...

Blood began to flow from Anita's eyes, as black as night and as thick as if you were trying on pudding... Anita started to claw her eyes out in a frenzy... most likely unable to bear the pain... Sandra ran out of the classroom, she couldn't look at this horror any longer...

"Run, run away as far away as possible... run away" - that was the only thing swirling in her head, while still on the stairs she heard Anita's spasmodic scream and the scream of the teacher who had most likely just entered the classroom...

"Vampire... only he... he will help me!!!" - she screamed in her mind, at one point she stopped and felt blood gathering in her mouth... She quickly spat out the accumulated substance and noticed with horror that her blood looked just like the one flowing from Anita's eyes...

As fast as she could, she ran to the building where the Vampire lived, with difficulty she climbed to the third floor... She opened the door with the key she had taken earlier... And stood there, her eyes fixed on the wall. eye with a vampire...

- What's up? – he asked, surprised to see her in such a terrible state...

- P... - another portion of blood flowed from her mouth onto the concrete floor of

the stairwell. - Help... - she quickly uttered this word and vomited blood again... She fell to the floor and, unable to get up, grabbed her friend by the leg of his pants...

- You're weak... you don't deserve my help... let me go... give me back these

keys... and now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave... - The vampire stepped over his friend lying in the fetal position, looked back and threw himself into the air. - Demons are too strong for ordinary people... for people like you... goodbye.

- P... - she started, but another portion of blood flowed from her mouth... - she heard

her running down the stairs, she moved a little further, but it caused her immense pain...

She opened her eyes and looked at her hand, on which she had just spat the rest of her own blood... She closed her eyes again... She saw darkness... and then there was only her...