The day brought with it beauty, a bright clear sunny cool
sky as pretty as any has ever seen. The rain that fought to flood, that rain,
it washed away all of the hard, dry, dusty, dirty, and damaged; that which had
suffered the cruel drought. Now, the
trees, they all stand majestic in all of their slender and beauty. Soft and
beautiful music sings from the whispering of their leaves with the help of the
wind, coming from far away and sounding beautiful in ones ear as it washes near
and passes by. Their leaves shining
bright and reflecting their beauty like emeralds in the sun. The wind
whispering slowly, softly, helping the leaves create a dance with shadows on
anything and everything they cast their magic upon.
Margret sat in her wheelchair seeing all of this from her
bedroom window. She watched as the sparrows and the bluebirds flew, chasing
each other in play, all around and the cardinals sang and the hummingbirds
darted about like little fairies. At her window is where she loved to spend her
mornings while the nurse would brush her long silver locks and her tea warmed
her soul. She said a prayer and mourned for a while as she did most mornings,
mourning for her son’s spirit, yearning to hear his voice. This morning, she
had watched the day come in to greet her for it was sleep that never came last
night. Her sixth sense was awake in her heart and raging in her mind, larger
than life and restless, letting her know that something was coming on the wind
and she was right.
“Margret there is someone coming up the road. Were you
expecting someone?” The voice of her nurse and housekeeper called with her soft
voice emitting urgency and concern, from the front room of the house.
Margret never said a word; she just turned away from the
voice of her nurse and back to the window where she could watch the car snake
up the long and winding drive below. The house was nestled, deep in the trees
high in the mountains of the Ozarks of Missouri. This is where she hides in a
death that never was but keeps her safe. This is where Sky helped her hide away
and it is Sky who comes to see her now.
Margret already knows why, she had never lost her spiritual connection
to her son although dying was the only way she could save herself from her son
and so that is what she did. She died, dead and buried with the help of the one
and only love of his life, Sky. Joe would have killed her otherwise. Joe, the
evil from within her son, the evil that dares to cross her path again visited
Margret in her dreams at night and plagued her thoughts during the day. She
dreams of his slaughters and those dreams are in color. Horrible, devastating,
bloody deaths, the screams, the agony, the joy he gets from the cries of women
and now, there are two more added to the list of victims. But, those two have
lived, lived impossibly but yet in spirit, their powers joined by his first
kill to make them three, their spirits survived and she can feel their strength
in the air.
She must call to them, to bring them here, so they will
know, so she can help bring an end to the ravenous slaughters of the demon that
lives within her son. She must bring it to an end forever!
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