The Bottom of It

I got up off of the bed and pulled Jimmy along with me as the essence that I’d just distracted from his body went into the portal opening. Jimmy was limp, so I had to use my magic to move him. “Guys, I could use a hand,” I said, hoping Sam and Ben were listening closely enough that they’d come bursting in through the door even without me calling loudly for them. I didn’t want to alert Harold, or whatever the hell was about to come out of that hole.

It was him all right. He was in his regular form, the giant green monster that was so revolting to me. He was even slobbering this time as he entered Jimmy’s bedroom. The piece of him that he’d left behind must’ve gotten sucked right back into him because I didn’t see it anywhere, and he was certainly at full strength.

“What do you want us to do?” Ben