Summoner: The Book of Dimension

79 The Message Of The Possessed

Peter, Ray, and Zack helped place the heavy steel treasure chest to where Kevin Marr, who became a sausage, was. At least heavy things were blocking the door if the shadow monsters would decide to attack them again. When an emergency would break, going out to another doorway connecting to the hallway toward the front door was an option in case of exiting.

It was the safest exit, even in the situation since there was light in the whole house. That was if the light wouldn’t fail like earlier. Going back to the circle, Peter glanced at the crowd watching them with tired and sleepy eyes. They had torchlights and phones in their hands, ready to protect themselves.

Mr. Benedict had blankets covering from his shoulders to his legs, sleeping. Everyone understood because he was the oldest there. His body wasn’t as strong as theirs to stay awake that late. It was even a miracle that he didn’t sleep earlier at the time of the attack.

Peter had no idea how he would make them forget what they’ve experienced, especially the summoning part. If it spread that he, Ray, and Zack had summoning ideas, he couldn’t imagine if that would lead to damage or another accident.

He shrugged it off in the meantime. No one would believe them, anyway. He was just lucky; no one was recording everything. That would make a huge difference.

Anyway, everyone seemed to get used to the crazy idea of summoning. It was a relief for Peter because he wouldn’t have to waste his time arguing or entertain these people when they were left with limited options. Besides, he didn’t want time wasted to convince everyone that he was doing it for everyone’s sake.

He got a good look around the lobby. Everything was messy and disoriented. The latter was much for the attendees still shocked about the attacks, even from the idea that they could die in unknown creatures' hands.

He stepped inside the circle and prepared for summoning. He focused his spiritual powers onto the circle, and it wasn’t hard for him to do so. After all, he was the original creator of the circle he was standing over.

Everyone had their eyes on him, but he didn’t mind. He thought hard about what he would summon, and unlike Zack and Ray, he didn’t opt for weapons. But he kept in mind to summon one.

The first thing he thought was a phone. He didn’t have the option to run down the hill to get to his car and get his phone, anyway. He might as well should he summon a phone.

He cleared his throat and recited the mantra:

An object from the Atlanchi world;

A rectangular modern technology.

In my hands, be my convenience.

In my name, Peter Cohen, I summon you into this world!

Zack almost stifled a laugh at hearing the mantra. He had no idea what he would summon, but the mantra sounded much of a cringe to his ears.

The anticipated whirl of wind came, as well as the cloud of the portal. It was smaller this time, indicating that the summoned thing was something small. Peter was uncertain the mantra would work since he didn’t know how to describe the phone in a mantra.

But to his surprise, something metallic shined under the fluorescent light, right where the portal had disappeared from. It was a phone. Well, that worked unexpectedly.

He crouched down to pick up the phone, and he realized it was a used phone. It had no lock, but it was working. It had a sim card there as well. No files were saved there aside from the messages and call logs from someone named Sylvia. It had eleven messages, and they were recent. It was of the same context, demanding to return the book to her.

They were just left on seen; no reply was given.

Actually, there’s one more chatroom, but the messages were sent instead of received. The previous owner might’ve sent it to an unregistered contact. It consisted of three messages that said:

I got the book. It was fun

some people are following me call me, please

they’re going to kill me#!#@?

Peter found the last message strange that he grimaced. It must’ve been the last message the owner sent to someone before they died. Anyway, not his business, although the thought of owning a dead man’s phone bugged him.

He dialed 911, and before it could even ring, the call would end. There was no service, too. He sighed and turned to everyone. “Did you guys try 911? I think there’s no service here,” he said.

Some people started dialing when they remembered they haven’t tried it, but some people answered him, “We also tried it earlier. This place doesn’t have service,” one of them said and had everyone else agreeing.

Peter sighed once again. “Are you going to keep summoning?” Ray asked. Peter turned to him, and he just saw that Mr. Benedict’s housemaid was tending to help his finger injuries. She was wrapping each of them with a bandage.

He nodded. “I’ll summon a few things that could help us. We might need a lot of torchlights. Our torchlights are small, and our phone batteries might easily run out,” he said.

“Good idea,” Ray said and motioned him to continue.

He stood straight and prepared to summon torchlight this time.

An object from the Atlanchi world;

Through the lens, in the dark, spread a light.

In my name, Peter Cohen, I summon you into this world!

A whirl of wind came. Portal came. A torchlight that was bigger than the handy small torchlight they had appeared. It was the original size, as he would say it. It was more than ten times brighter than the small ones they got.

He quickly took it and tested it. And when it worked, he grinned and flashed it to everyone in a playful manner to tell that it was working. He settled it aside and had gone for a few more summoning of torchlights.

After feeling exhausted, he stopped at the twenty-ninth summoning when it was successful. Eleven was working, two were not, one exploded, and another two were just parts of the torchlights.

At least he got one each for everyone. After distributing the torchlights, he looked at Zack and Ray, and before he could even ask, Zack shook his head. “I’m not summoning again. I need to rest after that freaking treasure chest monster. He gestured to Ray as if to pass the matters to him.

Ray shook his head with a smile, showing his bandaged pinky. “Pinkies are resting,” he said.

He shrugged and took the skull head, which showed him how his empty sockets were filled with yellow light. As he remembered, it meant that he was disturbed. But then it changed to green. The skull head must’ve had been surprised by him.

“Thank you,” was the only thing Peter said before sending the skull head back to his world. He closed the portal and walked back to everyone. “Always prepare your small torchlight. I don’t know how much these things I got could last,” he said and glanced at Josh’s casket.

He sighed. He never even had a proper time to pay respect for his friend’s wake personally. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said and walked to where Josh was. Everyone watched him walk to Josh’s casket with the book in his hand, but they ignored him to respect his privacy.

He walked to Josh, and when he saw those face him again full of bruises and cuts, he sighed. “Hi, buddy,” he started, looking over at his dead friend. “I still can’t believe you’re gone,” he whispered. “If I only knew. Maybe, if you told me something was weird, or that Emma contacted you again, I don’t know, we might’ve figured it out somehow.

He covered his own face with his free hand, sighing. He felt like crying.

“And now, we’re facing trouble again,” he uncovered his face and closed his eyes. “Rest in peace, Josh. My friend. I will miss you. We will miss you,” he said, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes widened in surprise.

He didn’t even try to scream, or else he would scare everyone.

Josh’s eyes were opened, and his face was shoved against the glass of the casket as if to stare at him through the glass intensely.

He was possessed. His eyes were not red, but they were gleaming in yellowish, bluish light. “Give me the book,” Josh said, but in a different voice.

“No,” Peter firmly said and hid the book behind him.

“Spirit of the dead, I call upon. Your presence in dark and shadow, you must come,” the spirit said. “If you decide to say yes, recite the mantra I gave you,” he said before Peter saw how Josh slowly rested his head and closed his eyes. The spirit was gone, and it had left him a random mantra. A random mantra that he didn’t know what he could summon when he recited it.

He found it creepy and scary. Peter looked at the book and stared at it intently.

“A lot of creatures are really coming after this book.”