First there was light.
Then followed sound in the form of a rhythmic thumping inside his head. After a moment of confusion, during which his brain was gradually revving back up to normal processing speed, Jason realized that he was flat on his belly on the wooden floor of his room. Vision still blurry he sat up and cupped his face in his hands, relieved to discover that everything appeared to be in place and nothing felt bloody or misshapen.
"f*****g ritual musta blown up," Jason mumbled to himself. "What the hell was I even thinking? Not that this sorcery s**t would have worked for real anyway. Gee, talk about being desperate."
He slowly propped himself up, checking for broken bones and bruises along the way. But luckily whatever had knocked him out didn't appear to have caused any per
