Deep
in the basement a wooden box sits on a table. Demons that
were called into the world are etched on the box. With tiny
claws they writhe, push, and scratch at the wood, attempting
to gain freedom. The forked tongues flick the air, bulbous
noses scent, swollen cheeks pulse. Their icy determined
voices vibrate the atmosphere with inaudible high-pitched
screeches calling for revenge.
Five-year old Stephen's mother, Cathy, is dead. Her body
was cremated, her ashes cast into the ocean. Yet her spirit
hovers over Stephen. It urges him to go down to the basement.
For Stephen is meant to be the demons' instrument. His innocence
will be their mask, his love their weapon.
Because Stephen's father ended his affair with the babysitter
too late. And Stephen's oppressive, demanding grandmother
must pay for the pain she selfishly forced on her daughter.
With blue eyes and cherub smile, Stephen will set out to
punish Mommy's persecutors.
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