Ninth floor, James and Henry
Saturday had been scary and confusing and they had spent a lot of it on the run. The imps, demons or whatever you wanted to call them, came in all shapes and sizes and it had been midday Sunday before they realised that the big ones were only really interested in hot blooded prey.
The little ones, however, were a bother. They were fascinated by the spirits and wanted to 'play'. By lunchtime Tuesday Henry was utterly sick of them and the aggression that was normally buried deep was beginning to arch its back and show its teeth.
"I swear," he said, casually walking back into the apartment through the door, "if another one of those things makes a grab for me I'm going to maim it."