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Short: Around 1852, near the Shores of Shonwaay, Virginian which the slaves then and the Shonwaayians now call: “The Shores of the Evil Soul,” where the SOTO(The Soul of the Ocean) reign of terror began.
????....SOMETHING HAPPENS AND THEN
As the other slaves bedded down for the night, they began to chant. It was the prayer of resurrection. This prayer would bring back a lost spirit to return the same hate and evil to everyone and their bloodline who subjected hate and evil to the flesh of the spirit, EVERY FIFTY YEARS.
It is now July 15, 2010 which makes another fifty years of the, “Awakening of the SOTO," at the new Bed and Breakfast.
Excerpt
BLOOD PLANTATION
A Supernatural/Thriller Novella by Deno Sandz
CHAPTER ONE
It was the fifteenth day of July two thousand and two, which marked fifty years of the, “SOTO” and one hundred years after the first murder of Sandra Smith on the Shores of Shonwaay, Virginian. Captain Stewart Rollins the Third’s small abandoned house had been completely rehabbed into a Bed and Breakfast getaway. The owners were Captain Rollins Great, Great, Great Grand Daughter Carrol Heartsong, a southern bell with high ambitions and her husband Bill who from first introduction seemed a mamma’s boy.
The Bed and Breakfast rested on a ten acre plantation stationed on top of a cliff next to a waterfall looking down upon the golden sands that harbored at the starting point of the Aquarius Ocean. The Sanctus bell sounded across the Shores of Shonwaay, emanating from a small church erected by the Shonwaayians some many years ago.
Around high noon before the last touches to the Bed and Breakfast were made and six hours before the first couple were due to arrive at their front door.
The tide was high and the sea crabs were departing the Shores of Shonwaay heading for their watery homes.
Cars filled the streets and pleasantly beautiful single family homes outlined the cliff. Apple trees that settled themselves across town swayed in the summer wind that blew from the ocean’s mouth and rays from the sun burned the unprotected green grass, as it reflected itself off the streak free windows of the Bed and Breakfast.
Inside the Bed and Breakfast Carrol and Bill prepared themselves for a business venture that unbeknown to them would never succeed. Original pictures, tables, chairs, beds, etc. decorated the entire house. The kitchen had the original stove; however, the kitchen cabinets had been replaced. Carrol had graciously set the dining room table with a white linen table cloth and set places for eight which included themselves. Bill had stepped out front to water the large potted flowers that lined the front porch. Drenching the last flower pot, suddenly, Bill turned to where he thought he heard an eerie voice and noticed the shadow of a person walk by the side of the house.
Immediately, Bill rose and walked around the side of the house calling out Carrol’s name.
“Carrol,” Bill yelled!
After no reply Bill turned and walked back to his flowers by passing the front door at the exact time Carrol walked out of the front door startling him.
“Oh, you startled me Carrol,” Bill stated, exhaling.
“Did you call me honey?” Carrol asked.
“Were you around the side of the house a second ago?” Bill asked.
“No, I was in the dining room setting up for our guest this evening,” Carrol replied.
Standing there looking at each other, sounds of faint footsteps proceeded up the front stairs leading up to the porch. Bill turned to look, as Carrol leaned from around Bill to look also. However, there was no one there. Bill turned to Carrol shrugging his shoulders and said, “It’s probably the old wood baby.” Nodding her head Carrol agreed and they walked into the house. As evil should have it they did not look down at the floor, closing the front door, because they were actually walking on top of foot person prints, which faded away as they walked into the kitchen.
Nearing six o’clock, both were eager to begin their business venture. Carrol had a few things to do in the kitchen, while Bill made his way up the spiral stairs to their bedroom. The same bedroom inhabited many years ago by Captain Rollins.
Carrol began making a few minor touch ups in the kitchen. Then, as toiled she began smelling an awful odor of sea water lingering in the air around her. Suddenly, pots and pans that were stacked neatly under the sink started to clammier startling her.
Slowly, she walked towards the cabinet and opened the door. But, instead of seeing pots and pans, she witnessed numerous black sea crabs in their place. Carrol screamed at the top her lungs slamming the cabinet closed. Hearing the heart wrenching screams Bill ran frantically to her aid.
“What’s wrong honey?” finding her in the far corner of the kitchen, balled up in a fetal position as if she was a newborn fetus. Carrol pointed to the cabinet shaking perfuse without speaking. Bill stood up and walked over to it peering back at her periodically until he reached it. Carrol closed her eyes as Bill opened the cabinet and the cabinet was filled with only pots and pans.
“There’s nothing in here but pots and pans baby,” Bill stated, turning to Carrol. Carrol slowly emerged from the floor and walked over to Bill to take a look. Bill grabbed Carrol pulling her close to him giving her a big hug and said, “It’s all in your mind baby. There has been a lot of pressure on us to get this place up and running.” Carrol agreed, giving Bill a kiss and followed him up the stairs to
prepare for their guest.
Inside their room on the wall hung a picture of Captain Rollins dressed in his Southern Colonial attire with his eyes staring downward obviously, belittling everyone under him. Bill turned the shower on and Carrol browsed through the closet looking for her a dinner dress. The Grandfather clock at the bottom of the spiral staircase struck six as Bill exited the shower.
“Bill,” Carrol screamed, running to the bathroom door rushing him to get ready.
“Alright honey, you can get in the shower now. I’ll go meet the guest until you are ready,” Bill stated, dressing quickly as he raced down the stairs fixing his tie while almost tripping.
At the bottom step the door bell rang again. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, a bi-racial couple in their late thirties from South Bend, Indiana stood waiting. Brandon Williams, an African-American male, and his wife Gail, a paler shade Caucasian. Bill opened the door staring for a moment trying not to draw any attention to himself and his wayward ways. Bill wasn’t a prejudice man, but an unknowing man of his times not realizing the world has really changed.
“Good evening, Welcome to Heartsong’s Bed and Breakfast where we dish out southern hospitality. Come right in. Let me get your bags for you,” Bill stated. Through the threshold to death Bill escorted them, closing the door. Then, Bill heard their next guest, pulling up into the driveway coming to a sudden stop.
“Excuse me. I believe more guests have arrived. Make yourselves at home in the parlor. Dinners at eight,” Bill stated. Bill opened the front door and out of the cab erected a six foot three, two legged man tree, with arms like branches, and a little on the thin side with sun tanned skin.
His wife who was a Caucasian stepped from the other side of the cab and walked around the back end of the cab. She was about five ten and a half, with beautiful long legs with a body to match. From a distance it looked like she had a coach bag made of fur. But as they walked closer to Bill, he could see it was actually a cat.
“Mr. T.J Renalds from Baton Rogue, Louisiana, Mr. Renalds stated, extending his hand.
“Glad to meet you sir and Welcome to Heartsong’s Bed and Breakfast,” Bill replied, shaking his hand.
“This is my wife Elexus.”
“Charmed I’m sure,” Elexus replied, in the sweetest voice.
T.J a Wall Street business man kept his bosses high class daughter looking good. He dressed fairly well with a little acne that outlined his cheeks and a glass eye that shimmered in the light. Elexus had a lot of outer attributes, but her mind was feeble, a college yuppie whose only reason for going to college were boys, not to actually learn, because her father owned the college. They proceeded up the steps to the house, and suddenly, Elexus’s cat escaped from her arms and ran towards the driveway out into the darkness out of reach of the porch lights.
“I’ll go get the cat Mrs. Renalds. You and Mr. Renalds go inside into the parlor and join the others,” Bill spoke. The Renalds’ did exactly what Bill suggested and closed the door behind them. Bill walked down the steps after the cat.
“Here cat, here kitty-kitty,” Bill spoke, raising his octave each time.
Then, Bill noticed the cat’s statuette hissing while looking into the darkness.
“There you are cat. What are you looking at?” Bill asked. Bill reached down to pick the cat up; he glanced up quickly thinking he had seen a figure in the darkness. He gathered himself, grabbed the cat, and walked back to the house. The cat never taking its eyes off the darkness while in Bill’s arms hissing more as they made it to the front porch. Out of curiosity, Bill turned towards the driveway and suddenly, a figure ran out of the shadows with lightening speed towards Bill. Not having much time to react. Bill dropped the cat, turned his face, closed his eyes, and yelled. Bracing himself for what was about to happen. However, before the figure reached him it vanished into the air like smoke.
His yelling brought everyone to the doorway, including Carrol who had just made her way down the stairs. Carrol opened the door followed by the guest finding Bill on his knees on the porch petrified.
“What happened?” Carrol asked.
“It’s something out there,” Bill stated, as Carrol and the others helped him up. Carrol released his arm, as the others helped Bill into the house. Then, she took a peak into the darkness to settle her own soul.
“However, she saw nothing in the darkness.”
“Nothing in the darkness.”
“There was nothing in the darkness.”
She closed the door behind her and walked over to Bill sitting in a chair next to the phone. The guest surrounded him as Carrol approached.
“Honey you alright?” Carrol asked.
“Yes I’m fine,” Bill replied.
“Everything is all right people, my husband is just coming off a severe flu,” Carrol extorting the true, rotating her head around to each one of them. The guest believed her moving back into the parlor. Bill rose from his chair and whispered in Carrol’s ear, “There was something out there baby.”
“Bill we have come to close to starting our own business. Don’t mess it up with these illusions of yours,” Carrol stated, walking into the kitchen. Bill stared into her eyes and agreed slowly moving into the parlor with their guest.
“So how is everyone this evening despite what just happened?” Bill stated, jokingly.
“My wife and I are fine, ready to enjoy,” T.J replied. Mr. Renalds…T.J lifted his hand in acknowledgement as his wife spoke, “We’re alright, but a little hungry,” tapping on her husbands shoulder. Carrol walked in and announced that dinner was served. The guests, then Bill shuffled out of the parlor into the dining room.
The table had four candles set in a row.
“Mr. and Mrs. Renalds you can sit here,” Carrol stated, placing her hands on the two chairs. However, T.J literally ran to the head chair and sat down.
“Over here Elexus right next to me,” T.J ordered, as Elexus migrated to the chair her cat still hissing uncontrollably.
Suddenly, without warning the cat jumped out of her arms, ran into the kitchen, and out of an open window. Simultaneously, a knock at the door startled everyone.
T.J dropped his cigar out of his mouth smoked up to the label. Mr. Williams dropped his glass of water into his lap and Mrs. Williams knocked her plate to the floor. Elexus twisted her ankle because her heel on her left foot broke from jumping suddenly from the sound. Bill and Carrol turned slowly to the door gazing upon each other.
Bill took the first step toward the door followed by Carrol, as the guest sat in a frozen state. Both reached the door at the same time, and grabbed the door knob. Opening the door, they never completely showed their bodies. They only wanted to peak at whomever or whatever was at the door. Suddenly, in front of Bill and Carrol were two more guest, male and female of Shonwaayian ancestry who weren’t very fashionable, but neat.
Mrs. Shavroe, a brown skinned lady employed as a Shonwaayian historian stood about five feet six inches in stature with reading glasses that lingered on the tip of her nose. Her lips were covered with beautiful ruby red lip stick with black liner. Her smile bright as a summer’s sun emphasized her facial beauty. The sandals she wore were hand made with bones outlining the top of the leather strap. Her hair matted into locks with sea shells as decorations. She had six bangle earrings, three in each ear that jiggled as her head moved.
Mr. Shavroe was a brown skinned man and a functional alcoholic with eyes that were the color of the ocean, due to fact that his mother committed suicide by throwing herself off the crescent waterfall many years ago while he was still in her womb, and he survived. This is the reasoning behind the discoloration of his eyes told by the Shonwaayians.
Mr. Oncron Shavroe was about six feet four inches tall, towering over his wife Clarese. His bald head shined with quite a few deep scars covering it. He worked at the Virginian County University as professor of myths about fifty miles from the Bed and Breakfast.
“Is this the Heartsong’s Bed and Breakfast?” Clarese asked.
“Yes it is,” Carrol replied.
“Sorry we are late, but my husband was delayed up at the University,” Clarese stated.
“We’re sorry that we opened the door in such a way, we were startled by your knock,” Bill stated, apologetically.
“That’s okay, these dark nights can startle the best of people,” Oncron commented.
“Can I get your bags?” Bill asked, as Carrol
escorted them into the dining room. Everybody stared as the two walked into the dining area. Carrol walked them around the table, seated them, and then walked back to the kitchen.
“I’m Mr. Oncron Shavroe and this is my lovely wife Clarese,” pointing to her as he lowered himself into his chair.
“Well everyone let’s eat,” Bill stated, as he walked back to the kitchen. Carrol walked out with a platter of catfish sitting it in the middle of the table.
“Hot Gumbo coming out,” Bill stated, placing a pot of Gumbo on the table. Carrol returned to the kitchen and after a few seconds Carrol departed the kitchen with a hot smoking pan of Virginian biscuits. The dinner went well, as everyone conversed, as if they’ve known each other for years, and then during dessert Bill stood up and made a quick announcement.
“Before we all adjourn to the parlor for drinks. I would like to take a picture of everyone together,” Bill spoke. Everyone gathered together as a group. While Bill and Carrol pulled out the camera and its stand from out of a near by closet. Bill set the camera up so it would be facing the portrait of Captain Rollins’ ship, “The Crescent Girl,” that hung on the fore wall of the dining room. Carrol walked over to their guest to position herself.
Bill set the timer and joined everyone for the photo.
“Bed and Breakfast,” in unison, everyone yelled with big smile.
“Snap!”
Carrol broke rank and strolled over to get the Polaroid out of the camera.
Quickly, the picture developed in her hand. Carrol could see Bill and herself, Mr. Renalds and Mrs. Renalds, Mr. Williams and Mrs. Williams, Mr. Shavroe and Mrs. Shavroe.
However, there was another being, person…image in the photo that shouldn’t have been there.
It was the “SOTO.” Carrol dropped the photo out of pure fright and it landed with the picture face down on the floor.
“What’s the matter?” Bill asked, noticing Carrol’s facial expression had change from a smile to a scary unearthly expression. The guests gathered around Carrol, concerned; while Bill reached down to pick up the picture.
“No don’t touch that picture,” Carrol yelled. However, Bill did not honor her directive, picking up the photo from the floor anyway, and looking at it.
“Honey, this is a good picture of you,” Bill stated.
“Are there more than eight people in the photo?” Carrol asked.
“More than eight people honey. Why would there be more than eight people? It’s only eight of us here,” Bill stated. Carrol looked over at the picture for herself and saw only eight people. Bill explained to their guests with a smile, that Carrol is very serious about the way she looks in a picture.
CHAPTER TWO
The night progressed, as couple by couple retired to their rooms for the night. The rooms had there own bathrooms with working fireplaces. After finishing cleaning the kitchen Bill and Carrol adjourned to their quarters; however, while in the kitchen Carrol and Bill discussed the photo. Carrol explained that she had seen a ghostly figure in the picture that scared her to death.
“But baby there are only eight people in this house and I don’t believe in ghost,” Bill stated.
“Something is going wrong in this house Bill. Something to do with my grandfather,” Carrol explained.
“Why do you think it has to do with your grandfather Carrol?” Bill asked.
“This ghost had shackles on his wrist and ankles, and we know that Captain Rollins, my Grandfather had slaves,” Carrol stated. Bill caressed her head and hugged her sincerely.
Upstairs along the corridor in the middle of the hallway settled one bathroom for everyone to use. As time ticked away into the night in their room Bill and Carrol fell fast asleep.
Then, around two o’clock in the morning the basin faucet and bathtub faucet in the hallway bathroom turned on by themselves. However, instead of water they ran black soot. Mrs. Renalds was the only one to awake from her sleep, by the sound in the bathroom in the hall. She proceeded to wiggle away from under her husband’s arm and walked out of their room to investigate. Mr. Renalds awoke for a second and turned over and went back to sleep.
Getting closer to the bathroom door she could see murky steam coming from underneath the door. Turning the door knob she went in and surprisingly she did not see water. She saw black soot coming from both faucets.
Since curiosity always gets the cat, Mrs. Renalds walked over to the toilet and raised the lid. The aqua blue water had turned sooty black.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut locking her end making her unnerved. She canvassed the bathroom with her eyes, rotating her body in a three hundred degree circle. Without warning, a figure rose from out of the soot in the bathtub standing six feet five inches in stature. Mrs. Renalds screamed falling back into the sink getting her hands in the soot. Hearing her scream everyone in the house ran to help. Mr. Renalds arrived at the bathroom door first and seconds later everyone else joined him. Opening the door Mr. Renalds and the others witnessed Mrs. Renalds standing in the middle of the bathroom. Her hands covered with black soot on only seen through her eyes.
“What happened baby?” Mr. Renalds asked, approaching her.
“All the water is black!” Mrs. Renalds stated, hysterically, rubbing her hands.
Bill looked around the bathroom seeing that all the faucets were off. The sink, the toilet, and the tub were sparkling white with dryness and the toilet water was aqua blue.
“Mrs. Renalds there’s nothing here,” Bill stated. Mrs. Renalds looked around at the faucets and then her hands realizing there was no black soot anywhere. Mrs. Renalds paused in place for a few seconds and said, “This house is evil!” Mr. Renalds consoled her, wrapping his arms around her and escorted her out of the bathroom pass the other guests.
Suddenly, Mrs. Shavroe spoke, “This house rests on the Shores of the Evil Soul.” Everyone turned to her, even Mr. and Mrs. Renalds.
“It is the time of the SOTO, The Soul of the Ocean,” Mrs. Shavroe continued.
“What are you talking about lady?” Mr. Renalds asked, in an unbelievable voice.
“Just talking Mr., it’s just what the Shonwaayians believe,” Mrs. Shavroe stated. She turned and walked in her room behind her husband. Everyone else adjourned to their rooms, except for Bill and Carrol who stood in the bathroom in wonder, hearing the last guest room door slam.
“Bill there’s something strange going on in this house,” Carrol suggested, speaking softly in Bill’s ear.
“Baby, we’ve come to far to turn around now. We have invested all our money in this Bed and Breakfast. Isn’t that what you told me,” Bill argued, trying to hold Carrol’s hand.
“No Bill something’s wrong!” Carrol answered loudly moving her hand away and walked out of the bathroom.
“Where are you going Carrol?” Bill asked.
“I have to ask Mrs. Renalds something,” Carrol explained her echo faint as she drew closer to the Renalds room. Bill stayed in the bathroom for a moment shaking his head. Soon he started to walk out of the bathroom, but as he almost reached the doorway the door slammed close in his face frightened him. Cautiously, his heart pounding he reached for the doorknob and it did not resist. It opened. Carrol stood at the Renalds door, contemplating wither or not to knock. Bill stepped out into the hallway breathing heavily.
“Carrol did you see that?” Bill asked. Carrol raised a finger to her mouth. Bill silently walked over to Carrol and whispered in her ear and said, “What are you doing Carrol?” Carrol turned to him placing her warm hands on his face and then turned to knock on the Renalds’ door. The first knock befell softly, and no one answered. Carrol knocked again more forcefully, trying not to wake the other guests. After a few seconds had elapsed …still no answer. Bill pulled Carrol by the arm and started walking away with her.
Suddenly, they heard the squeaking door open and Mrs. Renalds head peeked out of the door. They turned around.
“Mrs. Renalds did you see something other than soot in the bathroom. I need to know. I’m just too curious for my own good,” Carrol beseeched her. Mrs. Renalds cleared her throat and said in a faint whisper, “It was a man, a black man with shackles on his wrist and ankles.” Carrol’s face melted with fear and coincidence and then she spoke, “Thank you Mrs. Renalds.” Bill and Carrol began to walk away.
“I’m not crazy, my husband said that it’s my medication that I’m on,” Mrs. Renalds stated, as Carrol stopped and turned to her.
“Sorry to disturb you, tomorrow will be a better day. Get some rest Mrs. Renalds,” Carrol stated. Mrs. Renalds closed the door and Bill and Carrol went into their room and closed their door. Both of them laid down and in about three minutes Bill fell asleep on their king size mattress with six pillows that smothered the head board. Carrol sat in a chair looking out at the moon’s through the open dainty draperies. Sitting there alone thinking, a nimble wind traveled through the open window making the hanging sheer draperies dance. The dancing drapes revealed the glow of the moon, shining its bright light upon the mantle where the picture of her grandfather hung.
Gazing up at the picture, Carrol noticed that the picture rested off center. Rising from the leather upholstered chair she walked very softly not to disturb Bill to the mantle to adjust the picture. Arriving at the picture another strong wind traveled through the window. But this time this artic wind made her body shiver, almost dousing the fire in the fireplace. Suddenly, it stopped blowing. While adjusting the picture, Carrol noticed a hidden chamber behind the picture frame with a sliding door. Without making to much noise Carrol pulled the picture from the wall and placed it on the floor next to the fireplace. Then, she reached up disturbing the spiders and their webs sliding open a small wood door stuck for years.
Finally, it loosened after several tugs. The dust cleared from the draft as if opening a pressurized chamber and in front of her ravaged by moths rested Captain Rollins ‘uniform. His medals were still pinned to the jacket, tarnished by the years of seclusion. His hat lay next to his uniform covered with dust and spider lava. Carrol moved the suit to the side and behind it settled in dust were old sailing maps, a smoking pipe made of red oak, and an old Colt revolver still loaded with the initials S R engraved on it.
Looking more at the jacket, turning her head periodically to make sure Bill had been disturbed. Rambling more, she noticed that her grandfather’s jacket pocket seemed burnt and observed something hanging out of a large hole in it. Investigating more she placed her hand inside the pocket.
She felt something. Her fingers digging deeper into the pocket grabbing hold of it and pulled it out. It resembled the necklace that the Captain ripped off the neck of Nefra the slave woman over a hundred years ago. Carrol marveled at its splendor and craftsmanship, bending down by the fire gazing upon it even closer, as the embedded stones in the carved wood necklace shimmered. Moving the wrong way Carrol accidentally bumped the fireplace prod…which in turn hit the picture frame making it fall into the fire. Bill awoke when the prod hit the floor, while Carrol tried to reach into the flames to retrieve her grandfather’s picture; however, every time she tried to grasp it the fire grew higher burning her hand. Seeing this, Bill hurried out of the bed over to Carrol as she rose watching the antique picture of her grandfather burn.
Suddenly, the mouth of Captain Rollins opened and a loud scream emanated from the mouth while they stood steadfast making Carrol jump into Bill’s arms, who was just as terrified.
Then, the flames that were suppose to burn the picture began to be sucked into the mouth of the painting of Captain Rollins. After a few seconds only smoke, ashes, and slightly burned logs were left. Bill moved Carrol to the side of him slowly bending down stretching his arms out tapping the picture to see if it seemed hot. Surprisingly, the picture wasn’t hot or burnt, as if it had just been taken out of a freezer. Bill gathered up the picture, as Carrol walked to the bed still frightened and sat down. Bill held the picture out in front of him staring at it in amazement.
“Carrol maybe we ought to tell the guest what just happened to us,” Bill stated, walking over to her with the picture.
“Don’t bring that picture around me. In the morning throw it off the cliff. And no we can not tell them anything,” Carrol stated, her words tortured with fear. Bill agreed and went back over to the fireplace and leaned the picture with the face of Captain Rollins facing the wall. Carrol rose from the bed and joined Bill by the fireplace. Slowly, she bent down, and relit the fireplace. Then she grabbed her grandfather’s suit, hat, map, and through them into the fire to burn and they did burn. She grabbed the Colt revolver and handed it to Bill and they walked over to the bed together and Bill placed the gun under his side of the mattress. He then noticed Carrol’s new necklace around her neck.
“Carrol, where did you get that usual necklace?” Bill asked.
“I got it out of my grandfather’s uniform jacket pocket,” Carrol explained, with nervousness in her voice.
“Well it is a beautiful little piece. But do you think you should be wearing it?” Bill asked. Carrol rolled over, switched her light off, snuggled under the covers, and turned back over to Bill and said, “It’s just my inheritance.” Bill reached over and turned off his light, checked his side of the mattress for the revolver, took one more look around the room, and went to bed.
Unbeknown to them, the Crescent Waterfall’s blue water began turning black under the night’s moon.
CHAPTER THREE
Around dawn, before anyone in the Heartsong’s Bed and Breakfast awoke, a little girl around twelve years old played early kicking her soccer ball.
Unintentionally, she kicked it down the hill and down into the backyard of the Bed and Breakfast where it stopped suddenly. Gladly, she chased the soccer ball until it rolled to a stop. She bent down to pick the ball up, and on her way up she noticed a set of dark skinned feet in front of her and there stood the SOTO. The SOTO gazed into her eyes until its evil subdued her adolescent soul and then it vanished. Possessed evil young Donya turned and slowly walked back home with the shadow of her corrupt spirit following her. She entered her brother Carl’s room to play with him, who was around eight years old.
Suddenly, Ms. Canton, their mother heard a loud scream bellow from the lungs of her son emanating from inside his room. She bolted to his aid. When she entered Carl’s room her son laid still on the floor with a pencil stuck in his chest. Now, Donya sat still on Carl’s bed with blood on her hands rocking back and forth with dead still eyes. She tried to help her son, but he still wouldn’t breathe, despite her attempts to revive him. She ran to her room to call 911 and soon after the ambulance arrived. During this whole ordeal Donya still hadn’t moved from the bed even as the loud sirens and flashing lights conquered the morning. Bill awoke and looked at his clock hurrying out of the bed. He walked over to his bedroom window and witnessed the onslaught of police cars and an ambulance.
“Carrol wake up. Something is happening at our neighbor’s house,” Bill stated, a few times. Carrol awoke and walked to the window. Concerned they put on their robes and proceeded out of the house up the hill. Making their way to their neighbors’ driveway, they noticed Ms. Canton, a widow of two years walking behind a stretcher crying hysterically about her son Carl.
Seconds after Carrol and Bill arrived at the driveway. Two officers escorted Donya out of the house and her eyes were dilated with a white substance pouring out of them. Bill and Carrol stood motionless both agreeing in their minds that young Donya was a child possessed. Carrol peered into the ambulance like a thespian looking out into an audience, as the paramedics tried to revive little Carl.
Suddenly, the sound of a flat line filled the air. Carrol placed her hands over her mouth in sorrow, as tears rolled down her face. Inside the ambulance Ms. Canton fainted, landing next to her dead son, her arms positioned over his body. Bill clutched Carrol in his caring arms while, the whole ordeal unpleased their hearts. The ambulance departed first then the painted purple and yellow police cars followed. The dust cleared leaving behind a strong wind that made the screen door of Ms. Canton’s house slam close. Bill and Carrol walked away in sorrow, back to their Bed and Breakfast.
Even though, the tragedy next door occurred.
Bill and Carrol were relieved that their guest were not awake. At least that’s what they thought as they walked up the front steps of their porch. As they opened the door their relief turned into a brief sigh of new venture failure. Mrs. Shavroe stood in the hallway on a simple oval shaped rug, brownish in color that matched the brown wood floor. The mirrors on each side of her made her appear to be two dimensional. Closing the door slowly Bill did not make a sound.
Without even a good morning, Mrs. Shavroe said, “The SOTO is here,” and turned and walked back up the stairs to her room. Bill and Carrol stood watching her, as she faded away into the second floor corridor.
“She knows what’s happening here Bill,” Carrol explained.
“She definitely knows more than us,” Bill agreed.
“Are you going to town this morning?” Carrol asked as they both walked up the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Don’t forget that picture. Just throw it over the cliff and while you’re gone I will prepare breakfast for our guest,” Carrol stated.
Around seven-thirty in the a.m. just before Bill left for town, the natives became restless. They were up walking around in their rooms. So hearing this Bill grabbed a small blanket out of the amour, throwing it over the picture walking out of his bedroom quietly. However, soon as he closed his door Elexus appeared down the hall in a short red teddy, on her way to the bathroom. Bill glanced like any other man. He could not help it. He had to stare at this exquisite woman flaunting herself down the hall. Taking a deep breath as she closed the bathroom door Bill left his mental thought of adultery behind. Making his way down the stairs to the front door he walked out into the morning breeze. To his surprise, Mrs. Shavroe sat in the oak swing on the east side of the porch.
“Good morning again Mrs. Shavroe,” Bill spoke, proceeding down the stairs.
“Throwing it away won’t stop him. The SOTO is here and we are all doomed,” Mrs. Shavroe stated.
Bill turned, “Mrs. Shavroe I’m not trying to be rude, but if we are doomed. Why don’t you leave?” Bill replied.
“He’s not after me I don’t think or my bloodline. Plus this is a very beautiful Bed and Breakfast,” Mrs. Shavroe answered. Bill hesitated before he spoke. But decided not to reply walking to his car instead, placing the picture in the passenger seat.
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