{"id":259495,"date":"2026-07-13T17:01:45","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:01:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/entity-justin-boote-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:01:45","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:01:45","slug":"entity-justin-boote-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/entity-justin-boote-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Entity – Justin Boote (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Janet saw him, umm, being dragged up the stairs by his arms. I came home from shoppin\u2019 and he was hoverin\u2019 in mid-air. I ran to his room\u2014we both did\u2014and at first couldn\u2019t get in, like somethin\u2019 was stoppin\u2019 us. Then, we finally did get in, I was thrown against the wall. Couldn\u2019t move, like I was tied there or somethin\u2019. \u201cThen\u2026then when I finally got free, Danny started talking in this weird language, told us to F-off but in this real deep voice, like an old man.<\/p>\n

And his eyes were all rolled back in his head. And\u2026He was hoverin\u2019 in mid-air, and I ain\u2019t making that up. Nor\u2019s my wife.\u201d Sandra looked at them both, her expression revealing nothing to suggest she believed them or not. Janet fidgeted in her seat, clutching Pete\u2019s hand tightly. Was this where the questions would start? Do they take drugs? Drink much alcohol? Any history of mental illness in the family? \u201cHow long ago did all this start? The very first thing you can remember that Danny started acting strangely?\u201d<\/p>\n

Janet answered first. \u201cCouple of weeks ago. Danny woke up screaming in the middle of the night that there was something at the window trying to drag him out. Of course, we assumed it was a normal nightmare, even though he\u2019s never had them, but now, I think that was the first time.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen the nosebleeds started. I\u2026I\u2019ve been getting them, too. I\u2014\u201d \u201cWhat? You never told me about that?\u201d \u201cI know, I didn\u2019t want to frighten you. I thought it was just me. It\u2019s just a nosebleed, happens to everyone. Then we found him asleep on the roof. A few nights later he was outside in the garden yet both doors were locked from the inside.<\/p>\n

Then\u2026you tell her, Pete.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Justin Boote All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Cover by Insan Kamil Malchavian Shubhi Formatted by Red Cape Publishing OceanofPDF.com Prologue Terry Robertson screamed again, his throat hoarse as though lined with sandpaper, when his sister, Katie, rose horizontally into the air, babbling and cackling incoherencies. When she was some two feet above the bed, her arms spread wide like wings, she slowly turned until she was vertical, her head almost touching the ceiling, her feet dangling.<\/p>\n

Urine ran down her legs and dripped onto the bed; a foul-smelling thing that permeated the already rank odour in the room, making Terry\u2019s eyes sting as they bulged from their sockets. Katie\u2019s head lowered to face him as he cowered against the wall next to his bed revealing a face marked by deep, open scars, still seeping blood, that crisscrossed her cheeks and forehead like wrinkles on an ancient warrior. Her mouth was wide and gaping showing teeth the colour of gravestones, a purple, bulbous tongue that dangled down past her chin like an eel.<\/p>\n

When she opened her eyes, they were inhuman; as old as time itself, sunken into the sockets as if receding or hiding from the flickering light barely illuminating the room. The eyes themselves were almost entirely red, yet not from being bloodshot for they emitted their own light like car headlights, glowing and threatening, accentuating the blood running down her cheeks like flowing streams. An arm reached out and pointed at him, the fingernails on her hands long since bitten or torn off showing grubby, infected stubs, stained with dried pus.<\/p>\n

She cackled louder seeing his terrified face, the cackle of an old man reverberating around the room like a dying horse, despite being just eleven years old, a year younger than her brother. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, Terry? Have you pissed yourself again? You always did piss yourself, didn\u2019t you? Then hide the sheets when no one was about.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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