Speed Demon
“And you’re sure you can help me win?” Gene asked.
The smoky form in the corner of the garage shifted, and Gene caught a flash of its angry red eyes.
“You ever hear of a speed demon? You think someone just made that up?” it asked, its voice a low rumble that sent a shock of pain through Gene’s ears.
The smoky form had been with him for a while. Ever since the… the thing he didn’t talk about. For months, it just hung out in dark corners around his house, an unsettling but...