All Chapters of YOURDEMONS.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bart's hands moved, embedding lead across the paper's surface.He had to do it. The urge to draw was there. He had to see it in a better perspective than thought.The thing he saw as he blinked at the near end of the anonymous Chitter post. Heading home after he escorted Mallory and fumbled into opening the social media app, Bart stumbled upon the post and read to the bitter end. As much as he wanted to skip it at first, there was something about the writer's sequence of words that drew his attention, and by the time he was done an image flashed in his head and caught him off-guard.The image was an abrupt greeting. Almost as if it wanted to greet him. Bart quickly bolted home. Up the stairs and to his room, he fetched a pen and paper. He did a sketch of the phantom in his head with every detail he could remember.Seconds later, Bart lifted the paper up and stared at the finished product.It sent a chill do

The perplexed stares around campus didn't bother him.As soon as Bart entered Eldridge College grounds for the first time after his suspension, the early morning repertoire of student banter came to a halt. Obviously, the sight of him walking alongside Mallory Nelson was the source of their confusion.In other words, they were trying to comprehend what the fuck they're looking at. Bart wasn't particularly interested on shedding light to that aspersion. His thoughts were drawn to something else - reading the posts from the Chitter identity Que Mio one by one.The boy knew what he was getting into. The first time he read a random post from that online writer, he was greeted by a visage that appeared to him as he blinked. A distorted face with an open mouth ridden in countless needles.As graphic as that image was, there was something haunting about the essays Que Mio posted. He figured out they weren't just a poetic way of illustrating

"Mallory.""Mm?"There was a subtle grunt of protest from Bart. A grunt that could be interpreted as part-confusion and part-irritation. His steps dragged upon the cemented pavement in unease."I thought I asked you to take me to where Que Mio is. You're bringing me to your neighborhood."Mallory glanced at the boy behind her, casting him an eerie smile as they walked."Exactly." It took but a minute for Bart to realize what she meant.Que Mio - the Chitter writer that spoke of demons - lived closer to him and Mallory than he thought. Here, in Mallory's subdivision, was another human who was suffering the same thing as them. Someone who definitely knew what the hell was going on.Someone that could give him answers. Entering the streets that led to Mallory's house, everything was quiet. The evening sun was just rolling in, and there were occasional vehicles driving past them. Bart cautiously t

 "... you're seriously saying someone did this?"Bart was shaking in anger. Whether it was bought upon by Navalha or his own inner seething, he couldn't care less.What mattered was the context that Eliza the writer-Branded was explaining that made his blood boil."Someone planted this on us and is watching us suffer with these... THINGS messing with our heads?!" Eliza raised her hands to the side in response."Please. I know you're troubled about this, but hear me out."Eliza pointed at the brand on the back of her hand. "These marks, as unnatural as their appearance may have been, are sigils. Symbols found in pagan religions to invoke something. In this case, it's a 'bridge' to connect places that the mundane don't usually see. Places of spirits.. the de

 ".... Bartholomew Owens." Bart flicked his head away from the window in alarm. He was caught spacing out at the expanse outside the classroom - and for it, he had the class' eyes all turned to his direction as the voice of an elder woman that demanded attention called for him.