CHAPTER 3Mature

      Burrows watches as the young girl is moved out of the house.  He was unable to find out what was hoping to find?  The scones were with unlite torches in them, Thank goodness for that.  The place had not been entered into, for heaven knows when.  Why? Was because it was reputed to be haunted. Yet, these children have gone there. They were using black candles. Also something else they should not have brought in with them.

      Looking about, she felt a chill seep into her bones.  She did not believe in, and nor would she.  In ghosts, that was hockum. Yet, why were there no foot prints other than the girls own.  Who had done this to them?  She would most  assuredly find this person, whoever it was.  You could be safe to know, she was on the case.

    She smiled as she noticed the curtain was moving, but she did not feel a breeze touching her.  Burrows looked around as fear slipped under her clothing, what had done this to her, she did not not know of anything that could have done this to the young girl. It frightened her as she looked about the room insearch of an answer to this problem, that was facing her.

     From the looks of the other girls here, they had been harmed them.  Would have to be human, but what kind of a demented soul could ahve done this to them. They were children, just children.  How do we tell parents this.  She did not know, how?

    They had been raped by someone.  Maybe they had stepped onto his foot or shoe prints. To ellude being found out. She had arranged for them to look over the crime scene.She knew that the young girl would not be returning home for awhile.  

    Her parents would be upset, but would they be willing to accept her as she was.  She did not think so. The girl would no doubt fear an man, after this had happened to her here.  She looked around the house,trying to find some way to absolve the problem that  was before the police and the child's parents.

    She went with her to teh hosipital.  They would need swabs of her body, to find trace evidence from her body. They would know, who was responsible for this crime.  This person.  If you would call a devient a person.  What could you not call one.  This person was a monster. It defied every thing other than the very worse crime to investigate was him. She doubted it could have been a woman involved in this.

      The girl, she found here, clung to her forearm as though her life depended upon her not letting go of her. She looked into her eyes, tears poured, ran and flowed like water from a tempest or a hurricane. It flowed like brooks and rivers.  Blood ran like water from her cavatities as if a dam had burst.  The blood raged and covered her inner thighs, to fall upon the floor. Her lungs struggled to allow her to speak.

    Burrows turned her face to face hers.  She looked into her eyes, saw fear in her eyes. A fear that she knew would have to be bridled.  If she was to get any information about him from her.

     She tried to calm herself, she would need to soothe her pain and fear. She looked afraid of Burrows as she held her in her arms. The girl would fit inside her arms.  She did not feel too heavy. She was sobbing. Her eyes were huge and wide open as though they were  about to roll  out of her head.  They did not waver.  It was as if they were fixed there with nails or bolts. Pointing upwards into the sky as if he was still here with her.  Saying,"Keep him away from me."

     Burrows wanted to find this animal.  He would be drawn and quartered if this was in the seventh century she would have done this.  The other girls had been amputated, the wounds had been catherized, at least the monster has done this to help them.  However they had been bled dry. She knew, that he might not live his life in the pen. Actually  would not. 

    The girl was handed over to protective services. At least she would not be in any way in harms way.

    Burrows had gotten home. After she had opened the apartment door. After she had let the girl out of her hands, she felt she was being watched by someoone. This someone was malicious to the girl, she felt that these eyes were upon her as well. She checked over her shoulders to see if anyone was watching her.

    Inside the apartment, she drew her pistol and slowly turned around to find out who was there, it felt as if this person had been right behind her. Finding no one there.  She shrugged her shoulders.  

    Poured herself a glass of burgundy, turned on the stereo to listen to soothing relaxing music to be able to do just that. Throwing her jacket on the couch, Headed into the bathroom to dive into the hot tub.  Tossing in some perfume in to scent the water.  The water massaged her legs. Bubbles rose and burst,  to soothe her nerves.

     She closed her eyes to relax. To forget about the girls, the one who was a still alive, looked as though she had been raped and further sexually assaulted. She could not shake what she had seen. What happened to them?

     She saw the chamber, it was like a carnal house.  Body parts were strewn all over the room.  It was gruesome. There was a scent of burned flesh, The three girls were there, what remained of them, that is.   The candle had been over turned, it had burned a portion of the blanket that they used to cover the surface of the table.  

       Beneath the blanket was the symbol of a pentacle, with medieval writting upon it.  It looked gothic if she was to guess what it was,  There were marks that she remembered seeing in her studies as college kid, they looked to have been maybe deamon's names or marks of them.

      There was a mark as she looked the folding doors, and saw the same mark there.  She remembered seeing it in the books that her and her boyfriend had been studying as a priest, which he had become. References of this marking was last seen when this house had been occupied.  That was in the seventh century.  The house had been left alone, no one dared to enter the house. The church looked upon the ground with disdane, there were other areas that  were like that here, as well.

      HAT WAS NEARLY A CENTURY AGO.  tHAT DID NOT MAKE SENSE. hOW COULD IT?  sHE WALKED

  INTO THE HER HOMES LIBRARY ThAt HER AND SEBASTION CREATED, hIS INTERSTS LAY IN THE SUPERNATURAL.  wHERE AS HER OWN WERE IN THE FEILD OF FORNESICS.  

     aFEW OF HER FRIENDS SUGGESTED THAT THEY WERE LIKE OIL AND WATER.  hOWEVER THE UNION WAS SUCH THAT IT COULD NOT BE BROKEN.  sEBASTION WOULD NO DOUBT HAVE TO GET UP EARLIR TO GET TO SCHOOL AND BEGIN HIS tEACHING OF THE BIBLE TO RELIGIOUS SCHOLARS.

     sHE WISHED SHE COULD WAKE HIM, KNEW THAT HE WOULD NO DOUBT OBJECT STERNOUSLY IF SHE DID THIS, sEEING HIM LAYING THERE IN THE BED.  sNORING LIKE A BAND SAW, BUT HE CLAIMED IT WAS HER.  tHAT DID THIS.

      While she was in the tub, she heard a very masculine voice declare,"Why have you come into my house."

       She opened her eyes, to see the shower stall, the toilet, towels and its sink. Before she did this she said, "What is the meaning of this?"

      "It is I who should be asking, the questions. Waif!" a female voice feiry with contempt, Burrows felt a hand reach out and grab her hair with was in a bun to lift it from the water.

       Her eyes shot open, she reached up to grasp the hand and the hands' wrist with her own.  Only to find nothing that was there, yet her head was still being lifted by what she had presumed was a hand.

     She saw a musclar black haired woman looking into her eyes. Her form was like the woman in the picture in that house. The woman's face was twisted into a guise of absolute hatred, The woman lifted her from the tub by her bun.  She hung there like a fish on a hook.    Feeling her hair tearing from her scalp by this hand. She was turned to face her and over her shoulder she saw the man in the picture standing there looking at her.

      "You are mine! You will do as I say?" the male spoke, he lifted her to face him.  She looked into his eyes and saw no mercy there. He backhanded her breasts, she swung. The bun ripped her hair out of her head, she tumbled into the tub..  The other woman let go of her head. 

    "No.  I am not!" She screamed back, as she fell head first into the floor and tub. She hit the edge with her face.  Blood ran down her chin from her lips that had been broken, Blooded seeped out of her right nostril.

     In a moment the door to the room was flung open. The air was filled with a pungent scent, it was as if she had poured stool all over the room.  It was nauseating, her lover stood there, the scent caused him to vomit. He looked around as he tried to find out who she had been screaming at.  The bath  room was vacant aside from her.

   He rushed towards her, drawing her out of the hot tub.  He looked into her eyes, weeping.  Her breasts looked swollen, blood ran from the back of  her head.

 

    "Get them out of here!" Burrows screamed, she did see them, the two of them being in here with her and Sebastion. The man had put his hand on her vagina, slipped it across her lips, stroking it. The woman sat on the edge of the toilet, to allow her mouth to rest on her mound.

     Sebastion looked at her,  watched as she shuddered and quaked.  Water poured from her. What he was seeing, suggested that she was experiencing that she was dealing with an incubus, or a succubus.  

  She was able to finaly talk to him, she said,"I went to the Gate house?"

   He shuddered, when he heard her say,"Gate house.  He shivered, he looked terrified by he having heard the name.  It was suggested that it was a house of a major witch. The details were even forbidden by the people whom he was being taught by. Saying, "Just what you were saying?  You went to the Gatehouse."

     "That was where I had to go?  Some bastard brutialized four girls, there.  He killed three of them."

    "That was no mortal, that was MIdir."

     "What do you mean?"

      "Just what I said."

The End

2 comments about this story Feed