Free Demon Gate: Beyond the 9th Circle: The Rapture Was Just The Beginning. by Joel Heath Page A

have time for this.”
“Then meet me out at the car,” Gretchen
said from inside the bathroom.
“Hurry, we really should keep going,”
Spencer said before leaving the store and loading
their haul into the car.
Spencer opened the drivers’ side door to
his car, climbed in and closed the door. He
looked at his watch; it read a quarter to one. They
could have been halfway to Albuquerque by now.
Spencer waited semi-patiently for what seemed
like hours, before he walked back into the store
and found the bathroom door was open and
Gretchen was nowhere in sight.
“Gretchen?” Spencer called, not knowing
who or what else cold be in the area as he
searched the small store. Then he heard a
terrifying sound, like a deep ominous rolling
thunder on the horizon. Spencer headed out the
door and saw a hoard of demons coming. They
were trailed by pure darkness and death. They
were a couple miles distant, but he knew they
would reach them very soon.
Spencer turned and headed back in
shouting for Gretchen; he figured he could have
overlooked something. Looking in the bathroom
he saw it - a window, but it was smashed open.
Spencer checked the men’s room, the
storage room, the office, everywhere he could
think of, growing more frantic by the second
because any minute the entire town would be
overrun my demons. He could kill the queen; he
knew that for sure now. But would he survive
long enough to face her? And what had
happened to Gretchen?
Soon the decision to leave or keep
searching for Gretchen reached a tipping point
and he had no choice but to leave. “I’m sorry,
Gretchen.” Spencer mourned out loud.
Spencer got into his car, started the engine before
speeding away, all the while looking for
Gretchen in his rearview mirror.
But as he passed beyond the city limits he
realized she was gone. He wondered if he would
ever see her alive again. The only hope he could
have was the demons would see his car and come
after him and leave the town alone. Then
Gretchen could try to make her own way to the
safe zone.
Spencer put the pedal to the floor and his
car buried the needle in the red for another two
hours before he stopped and got out of the GTO
and finally started to freak out.
“I LEFT HER TO DIE!” Spencer wailed.
The feelings of attractions, the feeling of being
alone, they all swirled in him while he crouched
on the ground. His mind would not calm down
and he couldn’t move. Finally the horror of his
choice faded enough for him to calm down. Not a
lot, but enough for him to decide he should have
stayed, to feel he made the wrong choice. But it
was too late to go back to look for her. The only
thing that was left was ahead and was what
Spencer hoped would be a safe zone.
It took Spencer a good three hours to
calm himself down enough to get back on the
road, but he never stopped thinking about her or
what might have been. Spencer was in sight of
Albuquerque, which was a fairly large city.
Unfortunately his only way to Arizona was to go
straight through this city, which he did at more
than ninety miles per hour.
As Albuquerque vanished into the
distance, he found himself looking even further
back to Clovis where Gretchen had strangely
vanished. The sun was almost gone when he
arrived at Winslow, Arizona. He expected to find
carnage. But instead he found a ghost town,
eerily similar to Clovis. Spencer got out of his car
to investigate. Looking around he found no
bodies, only streets that were littered with all
manner of debris; several cars in the vicinity
were burnt to a crisp. Signs adorned the streets
proclaiming the end of days and that God’s
judgment was upon them. Wind whipped up the
trash on the ground and old newspapers swirled
around. Spencer caught a page from one; the date
was April 8 th .
“So, they attacked everywhere on the
same day,” Spencer surmised aloud. Then he
began to wonder where the demons were now.
Not that he minded not having to run for his life,
he had been doing that since he left New Jersey.
Then