Atticus Jackson

No, summoning something.

A few seconds later, ominous music played over the black screen.

A few seconds after that, an image faded in.

We all sat straight up, silent and wide-eyed, and watched the secret movie.

Fuck!

Corey bent all the way forward in his chair until his head was between his knees.

While Corey folded himself in half across the room, Logan stood up from his spot next to me on the couch and started pacing, more animated than I'd seen him since that first day.

His eyes darting around like he was searching for something hidden in the dark corners of the cabin.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized there were dark corners to the cabin, because the sun had set while we watched.

I didn't even know how long the movie was.

In the silence, I tried to put words to what I'd just seen, but nothing came.

I felt hollow, like the movie had taken a part of me and scooped it out.

My eyes were glued to the beer bottles littering the coffee table until Logan said my name.

I looked up and found Logan and Corey looking down at me, something building behind their eyes that might have been excitement and might have been panic.

Tingling heat surged across the back of my neck and up around my scalp as I realized that I hadn't seen either of the things they'd talked about.

What I'd seen was something maybe less gruesome, but much darker, much more intense.

See, here's when we get into the problem, because even now, while I'm writing all of this out, I can barely remember what I saw.

I can only remember this darkness, this sense of something massive approaching from somewhere humans can't reach.

Something with teeth the size of skyscrapers and an endless appetite that would swallow the world.

I shook my head, looking from Logan to Corey and then back again.