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the cabinet beside his desk. The sword looked like something from the medieval days. Next, he pulled out a smaller dagger. Grabbing a piece of paper, he tore it in two and began scribbling madly. Without a word, he took one of the sheets and pinned it onto the wall with the dagger. Cody opened his mouth to question the strange turn of events but Wesley held a finger out, “Don’t talk. Listen . . .” Thud. “There is no time for me to explain. But there might still be hope. Take this,” he said, shoving a crumpled piece of paper into Cody’s hand, “And I want you to run. Find somewhere safe. This letter,” he said pointing to the paper he had just given Cody, “will guide you from there.” THUD— The upstairs door had been breached.
    Cody glanced with horror to the staircase but Wesley grabbed his shoulder. Wesley’s face had changed. His eyes no longer burned with rage, but looked weary, almost sad, “Boy, I’m sorry it had to be you. Destiny is a sly devil, my lad. The code is now in your hands. Now run. And under no circumstances let anyone read that Book. Only your eyes, do you understand? Otherwise all is lost. I’m so, so sorry.” With these final words, Wesley ran toward the stairs, sword in hand.
    Cody didn’t need to be told twice. Shoving the book underneath his shirt he ran to the front door. He fumbled franticly with the lock. He heard a chilling scream from upstairs, but didn’t intend to wait around long enough to find out from whom. With the door finally open, Cody dashed out into the pouring rain and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
    Reaching the alleyway, Cody turned back for one final glance at the mansion. The place looked desolate, all the childhood ghost stories racing back to Cody’s mind. What just happened in there? Suddenly he saw the drapes in the bay windows shuffle. Pressing himself against the wall, Cody squinted his eyes. Although the fog hindered his vision, he could make out a faint shape standing in the window. Leaning forward for a better look, he saw two softly glowing red slits. Eyes? What on earth is in there? The shape moved. The red slits turned, and for a brief moment, locked eyes with Cody.

The Unseen
     
    T he telephone stared mockingly as the middle-aged man paced back and forth in the miniscule, dimly-lit room. The lone clock ticked forward as though coated in heavy tar. The man curled his plump upper lip into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue; he was no coward. He had stared down the face of horrors that had turned even the strongest of men into whimpering children—and without so much as a blink. No, he was no coward. Death was as much a mundanely routine part of his life as flossing his crooked teeth. No, he was no coward.
    He continued to repeat this thought to himself as a bead of sweat zigzagged down the wrinkles of his forehead, slid over his nose, and tumbled off his sharply-defined chin. He cast another nervous glance at the telephone sitting lonesome on the brittle wooden table. Why hasn’t he called yet? A startling sound echoed in his ears. His arm lurched out with savage speed and brought the phone to his ear, “My lord, I’m . . .”
    A blank dial tone greeted him. It’s just the bloody birds. He replaced the phone and resumed his pacing. The clock now showed that the anticipated call was two minutes late. He’s putting me in my place.
    At last the phone vibrated on its bearings; its loud ring filling up the room. The sound sent a shiver down his back. The phone rang again. Blast! He pulled the phone to his ear, “Forgive me master for being unable to answer on the first ring. I curse myself for keeping you waiting.” Silence. The man knew his life was dangling by a thin wire; his master was not one to be kept waiting. At last a voice responded; it was slow and emotionless, “I trust it will not happen again. Report before I regret my unwarranted display of mercy.” The man exhaled an audible sigh of relief before he could