Hiding his pain as he walked into the front room, Winston felt as if every muscle in his body was cramping. The box in his arms heavy with a metaphysical weight.

  Isaac was standing furthest away from the door. His phone flashlight pointing directly into his Winston’s eyes, making him night blinding.

  “Can you shine that light somewhere not in my face. If I trip and break this box, you’re dealing with that ghost again” Winston said.

  “No, just don’t break it, put it down” Issac said panic in his voice. His phone flashlight illuminating the counter next to the microwave.

  Winston felt a bit vindictive about Isaac shining the light in his eyes and slammed the box harder than he needed to. The lights turned on at that exact same moment with a soft golf clap.

  Isaac screamed dropping his phone, Winston spun around to see a man walking out of the kitchen. His limbs gangly, fingers long with long dark black nails, his torso looked squished compared to his limbs. He stopped staring at Winston clapping with a wide smile. His teeth were all golden and shaped like a shark’s.

  “YOU DICK, YOU MADE ME DROP MY PHONE!” Isaac screamed dropping to his hands and knees picking up the broken pieces.

  Winston just stared at Jace’s teeth, he saw teeth like that as a child and it was always accompanied with pain. He knew that Jace couldn’t be Isaac’s cousin or even human for that matter.

  “Sleep” Jace said and waved at Isaac as he was picking up his phone pieces and he collapsed.

  Thoughts started flashing through his mind, Winston started piecing things together.

  “Thank you for dealing with Chef Brown Mr. Shady I couldn’t have done it without you” Jace said holding a hand up. A manacle with a broken chain on it.

  “That wasn’t a Poltergeist was it. He was protecting Isaac and trying to get him away from you” Winston stated.

  “Yes and no. Chef Brown was the last of his line, and my jailer. He was in charge of keeping me in that prison, even in death. His ashes were even put in the box to help keep me caged” Jace said staring at the box.

  Looking back at Isaac, “I don’t know why the box was here, but when Isaac opened it I started to change his memories. The hole was just something I thought of at the spur of moment when he freed me by dumping Chef Browns ashes out of the box. This act has bound me to Isaac and with the ghost no longer stopping me, he is mine to eat.”

  “WAIT, what you can’t eat him, he thinks you’re his cousin” Winston replied. He was trying to use the fake familial ties as a way to guilt Jace into not doing whatever evil thing he was planning.

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  “I’m a Gremlin, buffoon now shut your mouth unless you want to be part of dinner” Jace said with vitriol as he walked towards Isaac’s unconscious form.

  “The furry things from that Spielberg movie” Winston asked knowing what a gremlin really was. He was praying that Jace would go on a rant like any evil villain should.

  “No” Jace replied flatly while staring at Isaac’s prone body. He waved his hand in Winston’s general direction. The cord from the microwave looped around Winston’s throat and lifted him off the ground. Winston managed to shove a hand under the wire, allowing a little blood to still pump to his brain and mere seconds of consciousness.

  His free hand reaching to the box, his fingertips just barely brushing against it. His fingers gained enough grip pulling it closer to him. Jace slammed his hand on top of Winston’s hand, trapping his hand against the box.

  Winston’s vision slowly going dark, he could hear his heartbeat in his head. He watched Jace slowly push his nails into the top of his hand, a sadistic act that reminded Winston of his childhood. Cruelty and humiliation, he kept buried deep bubbled up inside him. He knew he was weaker than this bastard, but he still was going to fight.

  He spit in Jace’s face, causing him to flinch a bit freeing Winston’s hand. Giving him enough time to knock the box off of the counter. With an unnatural grace and speed and caught the box before it smashed into the ground.

  His smile literally stretched from ear to ear, it resembled a shark’s mouth even more now. He stood there staring at the box containing his old jailer like it was a world series homerun ball in his hands. But knocking the box off of counter was just a misdirection.

  While Jace was standing there holding the box, Winston managed to pull the fork out of his pocket by letting go of the power cord. He did the thing parents always warned small children about and slammed the fork into the power socket.

  Electricity coursed through the fork superheating and burning Winston’s hand. That was not even registered in his mind and he channeled more power than he ever had before. Lichtenburg styled burns started crawling up his arm, as he focused through the pain and into the cord around his neck. How the cord connected to the microwave, and how a microwave produce a form of radiation

  He soundlessly spoke the words “Manhattan project” and the microwave dinged. Its door flew open and light as bright as lightning started shooting out, instantly burning a groove into the counter. The light only lasted a second but it instantly incinerated Jace’s chest and burnt the bricks on the far wall in the square shape of the microwave.

  The power Winston channeled luckily threw him through the kitchen door and not into a wall. He slid across the floor landing next to his phone, his body smoking. Little arcs of left over power coursed all over his body as he rolled over and channeled it all into the phone as he dialed a number.

  The line only rang once before it was answered, a staticky voice answered, “Hello.”

  “Hey Mort, can I get a ride please” Winston asked.

  “Be there in a few, but your going to need to clean my rims if driving in this weather” Mort replied.

  “No problem” Winston said, and the phone went dead.

  He hoped the rain would wash the pain and stink off his body. He must have been going into shock because he felt no pain from all that power he just channeled while he collected all of his equipment and shoved it into his bag.

  The last thing he grabbed was Jace’s head thinking to collect all the gold out of his mouth instead trying to collect from Isaac. Explaining everything to Isaac would cause to much of an issue and he was just sleeping. He also had a lot of questions about how this all happened also.

  Winston took one last look around then opened the front door and stepped out into the rain to walk to his ride.

  “I really need to pack an umbrella in this bag” he said to no one as he instantly became drenched and lightning arced across the sky.