This is a rough draft sample from the upcoming novella KANA COLD: Case of the False Incubus coming this May for Amazon Kindle.
Colors and shapes formed before his eyes. The harsh red grew brighter from the center while the corners of his vision pulsated with blobs of auburn and splashes of ochre floating from the edges. A black dot, no larger than a pinprick, pierced the red and then grew, second by second, turning and morphing as it expanded, chewing away at the center of his sight. A pressure built up at the back of his skull and then thinned itself out down the length of his neck and spine. He wanted to speak out, to tell AJ to stop the experiment, but his lips didn’t move nor could he summon the breath to form a word if they did. He was a slave to this inner dimension, and a passenger, the destination unknown.
The voice came from behind the white noise. Not quite man or beast, but something in between, coarse and deep.
You do not understand what you are doing, do you?
With each syllable the voice grew louder, the power of it shooting a stabbing pain through Mark’s temples. There was no doubt this was the creature that haunted his little girl.
Speak little man! Speak or leave!
Mark felt a tickle in his throat, like a spiky ball scratching at his esophagus. A bundle of words ached to challenge this bastard, and he’d force them through his lips despite the pain.
“Leave her alone,” he warned. “My daughter… she is not for you.”
You’ll have to do better than that.
The incubus laughed, it’s bellowing chuckle pounding the inside of his skull. Mark could make out the outline of a chin, and then a nose, later the furrows of a forehead, all sketched by the floating black mass swirling in his mind’s eye.
“Who are you? What do you want with my daughter?”
Oh, you want me to tell you my name, is that it? You are a foolish, pitiful little creature who dabbles in what you don’t understand as if you have authority here. Of all places, here!
“You invaded my home, I invade yours,” Mark said, not bowing to the spirit’s threatening voice. “I am ordering you to leave my daughter, leave my home, leave my family in peace.”
Peace? Your family has never known peace. I have watched you all—yes, for some time—watched as you and your wife squabble and ignore your child. I’ve watched as you fumbled together in the night, her passion that of a slug, trying to create another child that will never be. Your home is one you can barely afford. Day after day you toil at a meaningless job and come home to a loveless marriage and a daughter you have no hopes of understanding. But I do. Oh, yes, I understand her completely. It’s why I chose her. It’s why she’s mine. She is special; a diamond hewn from the most unspectacular mounds of coal, and she will serve me in any way I choose.
“No!” Mark howled. “I told you to leave! Leave my daughter alone! Or, I swear to God—”
God? The monster laughed. He has no power here. He left you long ago as you left him. Your threats are as impotent as you are. But those who you brought with you are making this harder than it should be. I’ll just have to… adjust.
“What does that mean?”
Time is up.