(Part 3 - Angellynn. Go to www.booksie.com/angellynn)
(Part 4 - Forbidden)
It was fun, enticing to watch the girls panic. To yell and scream that their boy toy had gone. Well he wasn’t really gone; he had just disappeared from their sight as soon as he had entered into mine. I loved playing games with the human’s their shames, their anger, their fear feeding me until I was glutted on their very emotions.
Shelby was an annoyance, to loud, to hysterical. I quickly feed on her fear before I disposed of her to join her boy toy, whatever his name was. However that Rani girl; She reminded me of someone, someone from a long ago, dead and gone past. There was something in the set of her shoulders, the way that she faced me with a bravery that could build her up or destroy her.
She had fainted though, like a deer in the head lights as the humans would put it. I drew an icy hand over her cheek. She was beautiful. Perhaps an angel? But no angel would willing take place in my games, take place in playing with the Ouija board that I guarded. She woke with a start, it was still dark but not for long. No not for long at all it was almost dawn and almost time for me to go but I’d finish the game she started before I’d let any of them go.
“Wherever you are! I want my friends back, you hear me spirit.” Rani cried. Ah that bravery, that stupid, condemnable bravery. I quickly drew blood from the snivelling Shelby’s arm and painted my message upon the wall.
I watched her as she looked onto her hands. Yes, I could do that, I quickly lifted the fog that covered her friends. Her friend “Shelby” I had placed in the bathroom, swimming in her own blood and her friend Darien in the workshop cut into pieces. No, I wouldn’t give her a chance to save her friends. They were useless to me and besides there was a lesson to be learnt here. There was always a lesson to be learnt when he dealt with demons.
I heard her cry as she found each one of her friends. Covered in my handiwork but she believed she did with her own hands. No, there was no point in trying to fix things now and besides why would I. She wanted to know whom was to leave this town and I gave her her answer. Only one. Only one was going to escape me, Only one was going to leave alive. Only one was going to leave this town, heading towards crazy town.
No one messes with a demon, little girl. No, the demon messes with the children’s minds. You wanted answers and you got them. Sorry you didn’t like them but a deal is a deal and there is no point in trying to deny, I gave you the truth that you sought in the form of the unnatural.
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Rani was a mess. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. What had happened to this poor girl? She disappeared one night with two of her friends and when we found her, she was like this; A vegetable. What on god’s earth happened to that poor girl?
The research showed that she was attacked by something abnormal. Something paranormal but all we found was an Ouija board, her butchered friends and the poor girl as brain dead as a vegetable with blood painted on her hands. Other than that there was no sings that evil had ever happened within the four walls of that cottage.
There was crazy talk all over Edgewood for a month after that happened, the mayor had to bury his sixteen year old daughter and another family had to bury their seventeen year old son.
The research showed us facts and figures, numbers and data but there was something that the research could not tell us. Something that no-one wanted to know or believe in. Rani talked a lot. Talked a lot about mumbo jumbo and witchcraft, demons and spirits but what could we have done there was nothing to be done.
The research showed us information but the research couldn’t show me what I wanted to know. What on earth had happened to that poor little girl?
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