The Secret Cult

After stepping on the asphalt, the hitchhiker quickly combed through the deserted area and paced down the sidewalk. On reaching the spot, he checked the contents in his satchel-vials of blood, a human skull, and some ancient manuscripts.

“Hail Satan!” A voice cried from the sewer

279 Characters

Written for Twittering Tale #98

 

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