Shadows Of Guta (Excerpt 489) Line Of Salt
Stephen quickly turns putting his arm around the elderly woman’s waist pulling her with him as they run for the safety of the prepared room. He feels something hard brush against his shoulder with great force and then a pain to the back of his neck that thrust him to the floor. Klara steps into the room as Zsofia and Laszlo each take Stephen by the arm dragging him across the threshold severely disturbing the line of salt.
“No!” Klara yells as she grabs the jar of salt off the table.
She shoves her hand into it with such force it breaks a piece of glass off embedding it into her skin. While moving forward she throws a handful of the tiny white beads at the doorway and a deafening, not human or animal sound screeches loudly into the room as all four adults cover their ears in pain.
Thunder vibrates heavily as trinkets and items sitting around the room clank together from the intense rumble much like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Stephen rolls over onto his back as the pain in his neck sharpens and throbs with each pulse of his heartbeat. He groans as he tries to open his eyes and see exactly what is going on around him.
“Oh no, oh no, Stephen. . . are you alright?” Zsofia says as she immediately slides down onto the floor cupping his head in her hands.