TK

Rage and revulsion fill me.

I concentrate.

Stare hard at the advancing creature.

I will it away from the child. Push it with my mind.

It is thrown backwards, high into the air, as if seized by an invisible giant hand. It halts impossibly close to the ceiling; floats there as if time is freezing; then is hurled violently against the far wall of the cellar.

The skelt splatters against the stones, its head breaking with a loud crack. It slithers down like a squashed bug, leaving a slimy trail of blood and brains, then enters the water with a loud splash and quickly sinks from sight.

B12 C16