Demon Gate: Beyond the 9th Circle: The Rapture Was Just The Beginning. Read Free

on the ground like snowflakes. Each one
was different from the next and it looked as
though their deaths were instantaneous. Their
bodies were arranged one atop another like
dominoes. Blood leaked from their eyes, ears,
mouths and noses. Color had drained from their
horror filled faces and this all added to the
feeling that whatever had happened to them had
happened fast. Suddenly, flies appeared, buzzing
around the numberless corpses.
Spencer heard a knock. His brow crinkled
in confusion as he searched for the source of the
sound. Before he had located it, a second knock
reached his ears, and he still couldn’t determine
its source, finally he heard a doorbell. It was his
doorbell!
Spencer awoke to realize he had fallen
asleep on the couch. It was morning. The
television stared at him, empty and black.
Spencer reached for the remote out of pure habit.
He flipped the television on to help rouse himself
before climbing to his feet to check the door.
It was his neighbor, Steve, who always
came to borrow, but never came to return.
Steve’s head looked like an upside down triangle
sporting rat-like teeth.
“What is it now, Steve?”
“Hey, neighbor. I was wondering if I
could borrow that lawnmower of yours, just for
this morning.”
Spencer wiped the crust out of his eyes
and sighed. “Like the chainsaw you borrowed for
a couple of hours last month? The one you still
have yet to return?”
Steve smiled. “Dude, I told you, it was
stolen last week when my house was broken into.
I’ll start paying you back for it, next paycheck.”
“Okay, that explains it,” Spencer
conceded, and Steve looked relieved that the
discussion on the chainsaw was over.
“But why were you using an identical
chainsaw two days ago?” Spencer shot out at
him; he couldn’t resist playing the guy. “Did the
thief return it, and then steal it again?” The smile
vanished from Steve’s face.
“I thought so,” Spencer said before
pushing the door closed in Steve’s face.
Spencer returned to the television which
was playing an infomercial that boasted a quality
product that was anything but. Disappointed,
Spencer surfed from one channel to the next until
he reached the channel 5 news. They were doing
another report about the strange occurrences in
Times Square, which Spencer had disregarded as
a dream. Spencer was hoping to watch something
other than the news, because all they reported
was crap. They didn’t even have to look for it to
find it, bad news was the norm.
“For those just joining us, I’m Karen
Vasquez reporting on the current events
unfolding in Times Square. The military just
brought in what they have described as a probe.
They plan to send this probe into the vortex in the
hopes of understanding what this anomaly is and
how it was formed and just what it may be here
to do.”
The camera panned around to show
several soldiers maneuvering the probe, a sixwheeled robot, into position with its camera
pointed at the black gateway.
“The military has allowed us to receive
the probe’s telemetry feed,” the anchorwoman
continued, “which is viewable here with our
reporter on the scene, Kevin?”
She pointed at the screen to her right,
which displayed a male reporter in Times Square.
Karen stared at the screen, unable to speak.
Shock and concern filled her eyes. How am I
supposed to describe this?
“Thank you, Karen,” the male
correspondent intoned with a smile. “It’s difficult
to describe, so we’ll just show you what’s
happening.”
The scene switched to the drone’s
camera, which swung and locked onto the portal
in the middle of Times Square. It started to draw
nearer, blurring and bobbing as the robot lurched
forward and quickly covered the half-mile
distance to the portal hovering over 46 th Street.
There the probe took a brief pause, allowing the
viewers to get a sense of awe from the soulsucking black abyss, while it sent footage of the
outside parameters of the anomaly to its military
handlers. Then the drone