about; others simply lay there on the grass. Voices screamed and shouted hysterically and at least one rose in maniacal laughter.
The house had been swallowed by roaring flames. Robby stared at it, feeling sick. His mother had been in there. Worse yet, she'd
The roar of the flames grew louder suddenly, and for a moment the fire grew brighter. With a sound like thunder, flames gathered and shot high into the air, writhing and expanding to take the shape of a flaming head and the form of a female body of fire and -
– there was a low rumbling sound that Robby could feel in the ground beneath him and the head lifted and a mouth opened and -
– it was gone in a pillar of black smoke and the fire burned as before.
'She'll go somewhere else.'
Robby looked around to see Pastor Quillerman standing over him, staring at the fire.
'She'll go somewhere else and do it all over again. Just like all the others like her. And it gets easier for them every day.' He knelt between Robby and Jen, whose face was buried in her hands as she cried. He frowned at George. 'He needs to get to a hospital. I called 911. The ambulances will be here soon.' He looked at Robby and Jen and asked softly, 'Are you two all right? You aren't hurt, are you?'
Robby shook his head.
Jen sobbed into her palms. 'Is he dead?'
Quillerman put an arm around her. 'No, sweetheart, he's not dead.'
She pulled her hands away. 'He'll be scarred. Bad.'
Squeezing her to him, Quillerman said, 'All of us will be.”
Robby spread his jacket over his trembling father as the screams and cries went on in the glow of the roaring fire.
Ray Garton
