Backfire

The human form was completely obliterated by the large cloud of fog, no longer to be found, Hope Durham's form as a human being just melted away, merging with the surging, disgusting fog, surrounded by a mass of long, twisting serpentine letters, about to wrap around his final, snacky form.

Zachary looked across the darkness of the campus to the brightly lit senior building in the center, the silhouettes behind the windows as real as he remembered, but like lanterns floating peacefully in a swamp, there was a square peg in a round hole that was out of place.

He looked again to the human form writhing in the hideous mist of the cold eyes, already almost invisible.

Until he passed by the third floor of the senior building for the second time, in order to invoke the spell, blowing up the glass windows of the whole building, seeing those ghostly shadows that continued to solidify, and seeing those faces that were like living human beings, the weirdness suddenly prie

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