Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova Page A

lived, dragging themselves on hunched backs and broken limbs, holding on to shadows. A circle of brujas banished them to Los Lagos, where they could no longer harm the mortal realm. They’re attracted to great power. Light can ward them off but…”
    â€œBut?”
    Lula look up at me from the page. “It cuts off.”
    â€œThese were the things Uncle Julio warned were under our beds?” I ask. “How sweet.”
    â€œThat’s not funny,” Lula snaps. She slams the Book shut and points at the door. “That thing is still out there. We have to do something! We can’t just sit around.”
    I’ve never seen Lula so afraid.
    â€œMy Circle blessed this house,” my mom says, wiping her brow with the back of her trembling hand. “It can’t enter here. We can wait it out till sunrise.”
    â€œAlex, use your power,” Lula tells me.
    â€œI don’t know how!” There’s a tight pain in my belly and a greater pain in my chest.
    The house rattles as a force slams into the structure. Picture frames and dishes shatter as they fall to the floor.
    â€œLula!” my mom shouts. “Get the candles and Papa Philomeno’s finger bone. Alex, bring me the sage. Rose—Rose?”
    Rose slides down to the ground. She shuts her eyes and throws her glasses across the floor. A bloody tear runs down her cheek. My mom bends down to brush Rose’s matted hair back. Rose’s hands are spread out at her sides. Her eyes widen and dilate, until there is only black. A strangled cry comes from my little sister.
    â€œAlex, the sage!”
    I run into the storage closet and grab a sage stick. Then I remember. I rip open the box with my father’s things. I dig through old clothes and papers until I find it. A mace. The handle is made of wood and steel. The spikes are consecrated silver metal.
    When I run back to the kitchen, Rose begins to speak.
    â€œRosie?” I edge closer to her.
    Her eyes settle on me. She trembles with the spirit that’s taken over her body. The lights blow out all around us, and my little sister points to me and says in a stranger’s voice, “It’s you. I’ve found you.”
    â€œWhat does that mean?” Lula asks my mom.
    I start to reach for Rose, but the kitchen window shatters as the maloscuro breaks through, the force of it knocking me on my back. Its sinewy body separates the three of us from Rose. The creature turns its head to me. Tar-black skin that looks hard to the touch covers long limbs that end in claws. It slinks forward on all fours, leaving black marks on the tiles. The face is the worst. Even with its wide mouth distorted by curved teeth and a crooked nose that sniffs for my scent, I can still see where it was human once.
    When we were children, they would scare us to sleep with stories of the maloscuros under the bed. But we aren’t like normal families. Our monsters are real. Sometimes we are the monsters.
    The creature hisses, a long, curling tongue licks the fear in the air. Lula grabs a plantain mallet from the sink and hurls it. The maloscuro growls as the mallet hits it square in the face.
    â€œStop! You two, get your sister and get out of here,” Mom says, taking the mace from me. She stands in front of us like a human shield. She whistles, long and slowly. The maloscuro twists its long neck toward my mother. Its gleaming, black eyes are rimmed with diseased-yellow rings. With every sharp whistle, the beast follows my mother’s movement toward the back door.
    â€œMom,” Lula cries. Fat tears run down her face.
    At the sound of Lula’s voice, the creature snaps out of the trance. It snarls at Lula, raking long, black claws across her face. We all scream as Lula falls to the ground. She presses her hand to her bloody face and shuts her eyes against the pain. The maloscuro raises its claws for a second strike, and I know I have to do something. My heart feels