Joey looked at where Cailleagh pointed. “s**t…” he mumbled.
In a flash, the sounds of traffic and the city faded away, followed by an eerie silence. A slight chill came upon the air followed by a garbled, unearthly screeching. As the two stood there, they saw the odd cloud swarming toward them, that horrible screeching accompanying it.
Joey moved, then, going to the trunk of the car and pulling out the shotgun. Ready to shoot if need be.
“That will nae help!” came Puck’s sudden exclamation. Cailleagh glanced over to see the faun standing beside Joey, panic in his eyes. “Ye canna shoot a Sluagh! It only serves t’ make them angry!”
“No. But I will if I have to,” Joey replied.
As the evil thing reached them, Cailleagh yelled: “Wait!”
“Sprite…” Joey
