Kayla Knell

The Ritual

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but on one night, a candle burned in the window. The black hooded cult members stood in a circle, hushed chanting filling the silence of the room. The smell of rot consumed the air surrounding the cabin. The buzzing of fly wings played in harmony over the chanting until all noise came to a hush and an unsettling silence fell upon the cabin and forest. As the members took a knee and bowed their head, a tall, shadowy figure rose from the center of the circle. His eyes surveyed the room and a wicked smile spread across his lips as he rose to a stand. His hand clapped firmly on one specific member's shoulder as his voice, quiet and demanding, boomed out.