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Prelude (3/4)
My eyes opened wide and I jumped upwards on my bed.
The blinding light that was coming through the windows was so clear and white, that for a moment I didn’t realize where I was or what was I doing there. My eyes were unable to adjust and for a moment, a terrifying moment, I was left like a deer in headlights, unable to react due to the sheer terror and the inability to take in my surroundings due to the pure whiteness that surrounded me. My heart was pounding so hard inside my chest, that my lungs were practically struggling for a single breath of the refreshing air; the sirens had long ago went off inside my head, screaming with all their might and reacting to the monster that had attacked me and rendered me unable to think straight and react properly. Why wasn’t I dead? The light that surrounded me could serve as a proof that I was dead long ago and my soul passed to the afterlife, falling victim to the monster that had crept its way inside my very own house; yet my beating heart was a very proof that this wasn’t it.
And then, I blinked my eyes once again and my vision was restored.
From all the things inside this world, from all the things I expected to see, the things I expected to encounter, nothing prepared me for the fact that all that I would see was my very own room. It was so strange, that my brain refused to take in all the information at first; what on earth was happening? Why was everything exactly as I left it, with pretty much nothing betraying the presence of my night visitor? There was no sign of entrance, since the window was locked and the door was also closed; there was no sign of mud or blood on my covers and everything was in the exact same place that I left it before going to bed last night. Even my own body had no signs of the steely grip that had grabbed me violently in order to keep me still. I didn’t know what was happening; I was so sure that the monster was inside my room, that I could easily bet my very own life on it. There was no possible way for it not to leave any mark behind.
But then it occurred to me: I didn’t check the rest of the house.
Throwing my covers to the side I almost tripped and fell as I literally ran to the door, grabbing the doorknob and opening it so hard, that I almost heard the hinges complain; I didn’t care, I just wanted some answers even if that meant that I was walking straight into a trap. I ran in the hall and once I was in front of the living room, my feet skidded to a stop and my knees gave out, making me kneel on the cold wooden floor. This time it wasn’t a message written in red paint, neither a photograph nailed on the wall.
It was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nothing was amiss inside the living room and that was what threw me off the edge; my vision became nothing more but a blur and hot tears cascaded my cheeks, the moment a violent sob reverberated from deep within my chest. My hand touched the floor in order to stop my body from falling completely down, as I cried harder than ever before in my life.
I wasn’t crazy; nothing in the previous years of my life ever questioned whether my sanity was under question. But right now, as I looked upon my untouched house, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I had finally gone mad; nothing other than that could explain that there was no trace left behind by the monster, not a single clue that could betray its existence other than my racing heart and the terror I felt. Everything was as spotless and clean as I left it and all the doors and windows were safely shut, only allowing the penetrating light from the day outside to creep its way inside the house, offering traces of warmth inside the cold, winter day. Still, it wasn’t enough to reach my own conscience from where it had fallen. It couldn’t be a lie; I couldn’t just imagine this. I could precisely feel its hands tightening around my own and the deep growl that it purposely released near my ear. The foul smell was still reaching my nose and the aura of madness was still sending shivers down my spine. How could such a presence not leave a trace behind? Was I going mad? Had the stress and pressure that I had endured up until now drenched my sanity away? Was I really made to become a police officer? And the most important of them all… was the monster real or not?
It surely felt real.
But maybe it wasn’t.
Suddenly my phone started ringing and I yelped at the sudden sound. Blinking away the tears, I picked myself up from the floor and went to answer it, loosely registering that it was Steve that was calling me; he must have been worried about me and for just once, I couldn’t blame him at all. Would it be a good idea to tell him though?
‘Hello?’ my voice sounded hoarse even to my own self.
‘Good morning Cath. You sure sound like a zombie today.’ Steve’s voice chirped from the other side of the line, muffled a little bit by the noise of the busy streets.
‘It’s nice to hear you too Steve. Where are you going this early in the morning?’ I breathed out, walking over to the kitchen for a nice cup of tea; I would have chosen coffee, if I didn’t need to relax so much.
‘Cath, it’s almost eleven.’ Steve laughed ‘I’m paying a visit to our little friend in jail, James Lorens, leader of the Snakes; I had been thinking about what you told me about Andrew’s past enemies and I decided to check on him. I thought that you needed some sleep after yesterday, so I didn’t tell you anything. Sorry about that.’
‘It’s okay, I wouldn’t have come either way; my head still hurts.’ I confessed, deciding right at that moment that maybe it was better not to tell him anything; he didn’t have to worry, plus I knew that he was more experienced in questioning than I was.
Steve remained silent for a moment, in which I could clearly hear the road around him and when he finally spoke, I immediately knew that he was smiling ‘Who are you and what have you done to Catherine?’ he joked.
‘Very funny Steve, is there anything you want me to do from here?’I sighed, resting my left hand on my waist.
‘Can you check that videotape we got from that neighbor? See if you can get something from it.’
‘I will get down to it immediately and let you know. If you find out anything, call me as well.’ I said and hung up, leaving the man to deal with his own business.
Sighing loudly, I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a split second, resting the phone against my chest and allowing my thoughts to wonder off towards any possible direction. I didn’t quite understand if the uneasy feeling deep down in my gut appeared last night or I had it since we received this case, but right now, as I closed my eyes and finally allowed my instincts to surface, I knew that it was there, a constant companion through this particular journey and, allow me to tell you this, I didn’t like it one bit. There was something going on with this case and I knew that it had nothing to do with the monster that plagued me at nights; this could easily be a creation of my vivid imagination, or simply something I myself created to deal with the difficulties. No, this uneasy feeling had nothing to do with all that.
It was the case that felt uneasy. Why? Because it felt so… real… to me. Like it could pretty much happen to anyone, either that was me, Steve, the family next door, or a random family across the globe. It was something that could easily happen and what drove me crazy, was the fact that the killers might never be caught. Like this particular thing might be happening to a family right now and we would never know and we can’t stop it. It was the reality of it that was so terrifying.
Eventually, I just sighed once again and opened my eyes, walking up to my computer and turning it on with an annoyed grimace before I sat in front of it; it wasn’t the right time to be sulking right now, especially when I had so much work to do; I would examine the tape, notify Steve and then pass a nice afternoon with a home-cooked meal and a nice glass of wine before going to bed. I really needed the relaxation time and since the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn’t deny it. I usually wasn’t the one to slack off, but it seemed like the right thing to do right now. Rummaging through my desk drawers, I discovered the small devise I had kept for seeing videotapes, so I plugged it in the computer and placed the videotape in, waiting for the small window to pop up a few seconds later and clicking on the only file I could find.
Another window appeared and the same street that I had found myself in yesterday appeared, with a small clock on the top right corner, indicating the date and hour. Resting my head on my left hand, I started going through the video in order to find the particular date that interested me, skipping through the parts that had nothing to do with my search. Soon enough, I saw the date changing to 31 of October 2014 and once the sun disappeared, I stopped the fast forward and began observing. It was your typical friendly neighborhood and with all the trick-or-treaters going around, no one could ever imagine the horror that would take place in a few hours. From where the camera was positioned, I could clearly see the front yard of the Montaige residence, as well as the road. The house was brightly lit and people dressed in costumes wandered around, completely consumed by the magic hanging in the air. People of every age were coming and going and I could have sworn that I caught a glimpse of Anastacia or Cameron passing by one of the windows. For a split second, I had completely engulfed myself in trying to see the girls, that it took me a bit until I realized that a pick-up truck had stopped right in front of the house.
The time was approximately five minutes to one o’ clock in the morning and a dark truck stopped right outside the Montaige threshold. Subconsciously, I leaned towards the computer screen more, but the video was blurry enough not to allow me to make out either the precise color of the car or the license plates in the back. Oddly enough, the street seemed to be empty, as the four doors opened and five people stepped out of the vehicle. They were too tall and muscular to be either teens or females, and despite the poor video quality, I could see one of them carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder as he looked upon the Montaige residence. Then, the fifth one stepped out of the car and looked straight into the camera. I cursed under my breath for making out only a few spots of white on his clothes and face, but I already knew what I should do.
Needing not to see any more of the video, I marked and copied the said part and opening another tab, I connected with the police database, searching for the video alteration programs and soon enough, pasting the part and allowing the system to start analyzing it. This would surely take me a while –especially since I didn’t want to be found out- so picking myself up, I decided to go around with the chores of the house. It was surely a nice way to take my mind off things and while Steve seemed to be pretty occupied with visiting the prison, I had plenty of time to spare in my hands. So when the processing of the video finally ended, the time was already six in the afternoon and the sun had gone down for quite a while now.
I took a seat in front of the computer yet again and clicked on the analyzed video.
Once again, I was unable to make out the license plate of the car, yet I did recognize the brand, since the silver letters on the side that read Ford, where kind of the trademark of the company. The faces of the rest of the men that stood next to the car continued to be blurry; well, all except the one that was looking straight into the camera. From his posture and lean but muscular built, he appeared to be around his late-teens, early twenties. He had the average height for a man and he had short, messy brown hair; that was all the characteristics I could see, since the man was in a costume. And not just any costume: a skeleton from the Day Of The Dead; or like some might know, the Dia De Muertos.
Grabbing my notepad, I started writing down all the details that I had found.
The man was dressed from head to toe in a completely black outfit that made the painted white bones stand out, as well as the makeup that covered his face; if I remembered correctly, Dia De Muertos is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, in particular the Central and South regions; still, it is acknowledged in other cultures as well. The holiday focuses on gatherings of family and friends to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died and help support their spiritual journey. Could that mean that the man was of Mexican origin, or that he chose this particular outfit knowing that they were going out to kill an entire family, thus choosing it to help the souls pass to the afterlife?
No, this is too farfetched Cath, I scolded myself. Still, by the dark clothing worn by the rest of the gang, maybe they too chose to dress up like this.
My train of thoughts was briefly interrupted by the ringing of my phone. Picking it up, Steve’s tired voice greeted me from the other line; he had spend his entire day speaking to Lorens and he had come up with nothing at all, since the man hadn’t called anyone that was of interest in a very long time; he only had one phone call per month for God’s sake. The prison director had even allowed him to listen to the recorder calls of the man, but other than his wife, he hadn’t talked with anyone, let alone say something that we could use. From the sound of Steve’s voice, he was a bit disappointed to say the least and not even the things I discovered helped to make his day a little bit. So, we agreed to call it a day for now and meet up tomorrow to discuss what would our next move should be.
When we hang up, I turned off the computer and decided that it was a good opportunity to go for some grocery shopping if I wanted to have a relaxing night tonight; maybe on my way back I could stop to buy some bath salts to have a nice bath before bed. So, throwing a warm jacket on and grabbing my bag and car keys, I stepped out of my apartment, locking the door and walking swiftly towards the elevator. Thankfully for my good mood, miss Cook had retreated to her own apartment for the night, so the lobby was currently empty. Passing outside, my head turned to gaze upon the dark sky that was illuminated by the city lights.
The weather outside was as cold as if we resided near a steep mountain that was covered by snow and frost; my hands tightened instinctively around myself and my breath came out as nothing more than a small cloud of vapor, shining like a silver mist inside the darkness. Despite the penetrating cold though, the heavy rain that was cascading the skies hadn’t turned into snow, something that was quite peculiar if I was allowed to say. The once busy streets were now completely empty and no soul could be seen walking on the sidewalks, giving me the strong feeling that I had just stepped inside a ghost town, where no living soul resided and danger lurked inside each and every shadow, where all the nightmarish creatures existed. Even the illuminated clouds that hanged above me, formed monstrous images as the lights fell on them, offering a red tint to the silent night.
I shook my head. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about these things, I am trying to relax and this is definitely not helping.
Pulling the hood of my jacket over my head, I begun to walk quickly towards my car, trying not to slip on the slippery sidewalk and ignore the rain all at the same time, pressing the button that turned the locks of my car off, opening the car door and passing on the driver’s seat fast.
Once I was inside the protection of the small space, I leaned back on the seat and pulled my hood off, sighing loudly before placing the keys into the ignition and throwing my bag on the passenger’s seat. I was so engulfed inside my own thoughts that I barely registered the white flash that my vision caught from the corner of my eye. I almost missed it. But even that small thing was enough to peak my brain’s curiosity, which tilted my head almost immediately in order to inspect the strange thing, since my eyes nailed themselves on the said spot. And right there, under my bag, was a small, transparent DVD case with a disk inside and a white paper resting lazily on top of it; the flash must have been caused by the streetlights that fell on the DVD. If I was a character from a comic book, a question mark would appear over my head, but even without it, my eyebrows rose in curious surprise and my hand went to grab the two items, bringing them close to me for further inspection.
Examining the DVD first, it was obvious from the start that it was both brand new and untouched; the casing wasn’t worn out at all and a simple date was written with beautiful cursive letters: 11-08-2014 . Nothing more. I would have been disappointed, if I didn’t proceed with opening the small piece of paper that was neatly folded in two and hadn’t found out that the letters continued on, giving me some piece of information that made my head skip a bit: The answers to all of your questions are in Mount Pleasant Cemetery. Hurry up. There is no time left.
Whether it was the cemetery address, the warning about the time or the fact that I couldn’t understand how these objects found their way inside my very own car that triggered all danger alerts inside my mind, I didn’t know, but the processing of the words from my brain had a chain reaction with my heart, who started pounding loudly inside my chest, ready to pop out and onto the floor. My eyes averted towards the street and buildings around me, trying frantically to discover who might have left these things for me to find, yet whoever it was, he was long gone and the whole place around me continued to be completely empty, raising the hairs on the back of my neck and making a shiver shot down to my spine; this wasn’t good. I didn’t like this one bit. What should I do?! It would be pure madness to go there all by myself and in the middle of the night, yet something told me that whoever this person was, he knew about the case I was working on. Could this all be another trap, like the one that I had fallen into just yesterday? Maybe it was, but if it wasn’t? Was I willing to let important information slip through the cracks and disappear, taking the solving of the Montaige case along with them inside the shadows?
Pressing my lips together in dismay, I opened the glove compartment with determination, grabbing the spare gun that I always kept in there for a time of emergency, opening the magazine to check that it was loaded, before placing it back and turning the safety off. Okay, I would try this lead only once and if it is a trap, there is a pretty nasty surprise waiting for those idiots and I couldn’t care less if I got suspended; I was no fool and after yesterday, there was no way to go there unarmed or let another shadowy figure attack me. Checking to see if my phone had enough battery, I set it so it would call Steve after a span of two hours, in case something happened to me and I couldn’t call, before turning the engine on and driving off towards the Cemetery.
There goes my calm and relaxing afternoon, it flew out the window; still, the case was more important than my personal calmness and that was the thought that prevailed in my mind as I stepped on the accelerator even more, literally racing through the empty city streets and minimizing the journey time, while trying to convince myself that there was nothing to worry about and paying attention to the rain that made driving even more difficult. Pleasant Cemetery was right in the middle of the town and even if it was extremely cold, it was sure that they would have a guard walking around to avoid any inconveniences. Plus, it also had walking paths for the visitors, so as long as I stayed in the said paths, it was bound that I would be just fine. Or at least I hoped so. No! This isn’t the time to think negatively. Either I was indeed going to find the clues, or someone was going to end up like Swiss cheese tonight!
So, when I finally pulled the car to a stop right in front of the Yonge Street Gate, which was the cemetery entrance and next to the visitation center, the adrenaline and determination mixture that was coursing through my veins was so strong, it was polluting my mind and conscience, flowing in abundance inside my veins like a true drug and fueling me dangerously more and more with each passing second. Stepping out of my car, I immediately showed my badge to the night guard that was coming towards me and pulled my hood up, sheltering my head away from the rain as I walked hastily through the grand gate which towered well above my head and pulled out my gun, holding it carefully inside my right hand as I turned the flashlight of my phone on with my other one. My feet were sinking inside the various potholes that lingered around the paved paths, allowing the cold water to penetrate my shoes, yet I barely even noticed it as I approached the huge board that had the map of the cemetery placed on it, enabling the visitors to know where they were supposed to go.
In my case, I literally had no idea what I was looking for, only some speculations, but as I shone the light of the flashlight on the huge board, a small red circle was illuminated immediately, pointing towards the other side of the cemetery and to a certain grave, which I had some ideas as to whom it belonged to. Still, as I looked towards the path that led there, the path to my left, all I could see was the piercing darkness looming around the gravestones like a heavy curtain that enveloped everything inside, allowing no light to come out. It was a soul drenching, dream haunting scenery and surely no place for a sane person to walk on at this time of the night; even I questioned my own sanity, but the need for answers overpowered my fear and I clenched my jaw, memorizing the path and immediately started walking towards it.
No one can really understand how terrifying nature can be, until he finds himself inside of her in the complete darkness. Inside a moonless night, the night that the darkness prevails like a true abyss and we discover that we are more vulnerable than we thought, as if we are completely naked inside a sea of foes; every shadow can hide an enemy, every dark place can bring calamity and death. All those thoughts were passing through my mind as I walked more and more on the path that would take me to the answers I needed. Because even with my flashlight on, I couldn’t see; I was barely walking to begin with.
The heavy, ice cold rain and the humidity it brought along with it had served to raise a strange, silver mist from the ground, that was lurking among the tombstones like a predator that was stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike; it was only adding to the haunting scenery that was already terrifying to begin with; the various pine trees that were mixed here and there with a few willows and even maple trees, were so heavy by their branches and leaves –the ones that still held on to them- that they were almost touching the cold soil underneath them, tightly holding on to their shadows, offering them a secure place for them to grow and devour everything around them. No light was coming from anywhere around the cemetery and the darkness was so thick, that I could easily feel it gliding lazily over my clothes, stroking the exposed skin of my face and serving to accelerate my heart beat, as my brain was screaming in terror inside the vast spaces of my mind, trying to make me return back to safety. I could see nothing around me and my vision was limited on the few meters that were illuminated in front of me from my flashlight.
Complete silence was the second thing that threw my brain off the edge of any reasonable thought, turning all the danger switches off inside of me. There was no sound coming from the rain that poured down from the vast skies, no sound coming from the strong wind that was coursing maniacally through the trees, making them wave frantically, completely obeying to its commands and even no sound coming from my very own breath and footsteps; it was as if all nature had seized its movements, allowing the void to take over and deny the bliss of sound to my ears. At that point, and considering the place I was in, I couldn’t decide if I would prefer some sound or not; if sound was dangerous and silence was what protected me. In the end, I decided that silence was best, since if a sound came from any of the gravestones that spread around me in an endless sea of white and grey, it would only serve to give me a heart attack and kill me on the spot.
And so I walked.
I walked and walked and walked endlessly on the paved pathway that was indicated to me by my anonymous source, venturing into the abyss in search for the few clues that would help us bring justice and peace to the poor victims. Centuries could have passed me by and I wouldn’t notice it at all. The gun was steadily pointing in front of me and my hand that was holding on to my phone was resting on it, offering me some light and giving me some peace of mind, that whatever and whoever came my way, I was prepared to deal with it. All the training I got in the academy passed like a movie right in front of my eyes and my senses where stretched to their limits in order to notify me if anything was too strange, as I walked further down. Nothing seemed to alter in the scenery around me and the more I walked the less I felt safe, my instincts screaming to me that something wasn’t right in all this. I passed marvelous and hauntingly dark gardens, fountains that still poured water out and many statues that must be beautiful in the morning but served as nightmare fuel at night, yet I never stopped walking.
That was, until a glimpse of a faint light pulled my feet to a stop.
My head immediately jerked to the left, trying to find the source, with my flashlight and gun following its route soon after. The cold light fell on the nearby trees and tombstones, illuminating a small spacious opening among the trees, where two graves were resting, one close to me and the other one further back among the tree line. Indeed, there was a small ray of light coming through the door of the unsettling mausoleum that appeared to be half opened, allowing only the light to make its existence known to anyone that happened to pass by. Suddenly, I realized that I knew this particular mausoleum; it was the famous Eaton Family Mausoleum with the marble lions made by the sculptor Eli Harvey. It was one of the most known mausoleums, due to the family’s prestigious name, which made the said place a tourist attraction that everyone who visited Toronto knew. And the light was coming straight from there; something that wasn’t quite normal.
Sparing one last gaze towards the rest of the road ahead of me, I decided on a whim that this was something in desperate need to be investigated, so turning on my heel, I started walking fast towards the breathtaking structure, with my feet squelching through the muddy soil. Before I even knew it, I was checking my surroundings for any prying eyes, before nearing the mausoleum. The more I walked towards it, the brighter the light became, calling me towards it to see what was happening; at this time of the night, nothing around here should have any light.
I literally flew up the few steps, paying no attention to the magnificent lions that guarded the place and I neared the heavy iron gate which was indeed half opened, staying absolutely still and quiet, so I would be able to hear any sound of movement coming from the inside. There was none. Closing my phone, I grasped the gun with both hands, before I took in a steady breath and slipped inside the building, immediately raising my gun in case someone that I didn’t notice attacked me. Yet, as I passed to the narrow interior that hosted the family’s graves on both sides of the small hallway, there was no trace of any living soul there at the moment. And I say it like that because there were traces that someone was actually living there.
An extremely worn out blanket was thrown messily on the cold marble floor among the rotting leaves and branches that were left in here since the fall, and the light I saw from the path was actually coming from a small white candle that was placed on the floor, its flame bathing the small room in a strange orange light, allowing weird shadows to grace the tall walls. There was a faint breeze that was coming through the skylight that adorned the ceiling and for once, I could clearly hear the wind howling outside the place; still, not even the faint breeze was enough to dissolve the foul smell of rotting flesh and decay that prevailed, making my stomach turn and my mind struggling not to allow me to gag. Mallows were growing here and there, yet as I turned my gaze to the left, nothing inside the room mattered any more as the thing I saw painted on the white wall.
If I had to describe it in a way, I would say that it was by far the weirdest and most unnerving symbol I had encountered in all my life. It was clearly painted by hand, with the red paint dripping every here and there and leaving a mark of the fingers in other parts, taking up the whole place from the ceiling to the floor with its grand design. The bottom part was kind of oval, with the bottom edge a bit pointed; the head of it was occupied by a strange crown with seven rounded edges on the top and the middle of the oval was adorned by a strange cross, whose top was strangely prolonged to reach the middle of the crown, before dividing itself into two parts –one that was on the left and one of the right- that formed perfect circles on the edge, exactly like the two circles that existed on each side. No words were written around it, except only one: Viné.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to be in there anymore. Suddenly, dread, terror and utter horror pierced through my heart like a sharp, destructive arrow, making me want to scream till my lungs failed me and making me want to run until I could no longer stand up; it was a rather strange and unexpected feeling, which send shivers down my spine and urged me to get as far away from this symbol as it was humanely possible and this time, I was in no position to oppose my instincts. Taking my phone out, I took a few pictures of the whole place and before I even realized it, I was running away from the mausoleum and towards my path, deciding that every other place was safer than the one I was in. This time, I was literally running on the path, determined to follow it till the end, not minding the darkness around me at all, or the heavy rain.
I only stopped when I reached the very end.
Allowing my mind to forget what I had encountered back in the mausoleum by pushing the dreadful thoughts away from my mind, I walked the last steps which led me to the very end of the path, moving aside the branches of a nearby willow and walking inside a small, isolated clearing that served as the resting place of only one single grave. Looking around me it was clear enough that once spring would come around, this little place must surely be the most hidden and peaceful spot in the cemetery, completely hidden among the rest of the willows that surrounded it in a small circle, their huge trunks offering a certain degree of isolation; even now, if you failed to follow the path, you wouldn’t find it. The rain continued to fall down from the sky and the small drops of water danced on the grey stone of the tomb, whose letters became clearer and clearer as I approached it. Shining the light on the cold surface, the letters immediately appeared on the stone, offering me the chance to read them and prove my deepest assumptions.
It was only a plain tombstone, with no engravings or other decorations, except from the letters written on it and a small vase for the flowers right in front of it; all in all, it was in the height of my waist. Standing right in front of it, I read out loud.
Montaige. In loving memory of Andrew Montaige Mar.3.1964 – Apr.13.2013 who was killed on the line of duty, beloved husband of Cameron Montaige May.17.1971 – Oct.31.2014. Anastacia Montaige Mar.28.1995 – Oct.31.2014 and Lina Montaige Aug.8.2008 – Oct.31.2014. You will be dearly missed.
This was it; this was the grave of the Montaige family. I couldn’t understand why, but even by looking at this cold piece of stone which held the whole lives of an entire family that was lost from this world forever, it made me incredibly sad to even gaze upon the simple letters. To gaze upon the simple dash among the dates that represented their entire life span, the time they walked the earth before they passed to the Kingdom of Heaven. And even if you excluded the parents, loosely justifying their death to the many years of life they managed to live, you were brought to tears once you saw how young the two girls that died were. What had they done to deserve this punishment? What God was up there judging in a fair manner who shall live and who shall die? I was always the one to believe in the existence of a Higher Being, no matter what its name was, yet it was enough for a single child to be lost for us to question even Him. And this was one of those times; one of the times that I really regretting getting into the Police Force. Still, there was no room left for me to be sentimental; I had to do my job and my job was to find out who killed those innocent people with such brutality. And that was exactly what I was going to do. Wiping the edges of my eyes with the back of my hand from the tears that threatened to fall, I leaned down right in front of the tombstone, searching for any clues; it was obvious that no one was around here to give me the info, so they must have left them behind. And I was right. Right next to Anastacia’s name, there were letters written with a black marker, so small and faint, that it was easy to miss them if you weren’t close enough; bringing the flashlight closer to them, it was a bit hard to read at first, due to the water that had washed them away, yet in the end, I managed to make them out. That was when I realized that they weren’t just words…. they were names.
Steven, Billie, Paul, Carl and Eric.
As realization hit me like a brick wall, I rushed to open my phone and photograph the names; my mouth fell open and a happy laugh came out, sounding loudly inside the total silence, but I couldn’t care less. Because I could bet my career –no!, I could bet my very own life on it, that those were the names of the murderers. How they found their way on the tomb or who wrote them there in the first place, I had absolutely no clue about it and right then, I didn’t care at all. This was the lead that me and Steve wanted; this was what was going to help us solve the case! If I was at home, I would jump up and down from my sheer happiness, yet I still threw my hands in the air over my head; it wasn’t a mistake to come here after all! Steve was going to be ecstatic!
I was violently pulled away from my thoughts when the sound of a twig snapping broke through the silence.
In the blink of an eye, pure terror washed over me and my brain stood still, allowing a strange numbness to take over every inch of my body as I stood up and pierced the thick darkness with my gaze, trying to find from where the sound came; it was clearly coming from right in front of me, among the shadows that prevailed over the tomb, but despite the light that fell from my phone, I was unable to locate who or what was the cause of it. There was nothing surrounding me but darkness. I swallowed hard, trying to listen to any indication that someone was approaching, raising the gun and pointing carefully in front of me, ready to shoot at any given time; I was too far inside the cemetery for anyone to be wandering around and too far for any chance of someone helping me.
I was all alone…
No, I wasn’t alone at all…
I wished that just like when I came here, I would be alone, but this time, I knew that there was someone or something lurking around me inside the darkness. I could hear it in the way the wind coursed through the trees; I could see it inside the darkness that appeared to move on its own. But more importantly, I could feel it on the raised hairs in the back of my head, on the shivers that were shooting through me from top to toe and in the sudden stillness of my heart, which had gone completely cold and immovable, like if it feared that a single beat would be the end of me. Whatever it was, it was moving in circles around me, making the few leaves that still remained on the ground to crunch and some more twigs to snap and in response, my heart tensed with each sound that reached my ears, at the same time that my own brain was screaming bloody murder. Suddenly, the all-too-familiar pair of eyes found and nailed themselves on me, like a predator that is stalking its prey lazily, paying no attention that I had the means to protect myself this time; I remained completely still, looking straight ahead and above the tomb, waiting patiently for the thing that was watching me to make its move as I had the slight sense that it had stopped right there. How I knew that? I couldn’t answer that myself. It seemed like the most ancient instincts of self preservation were awakened inside a human, once he found himself in a dire situation, making him able to feel even the slightest change in the air around him, sensing the lurking danger. This time though, I wasn’t going to let it terrify me; I was going to face it head on, even if in the mere thought my knees felt weak and my head light. But I would stand my ground. I would fight!
Then, right in front of me, a few meters away from the tomb and among the trees, two orange gems flashed.
Never in my whole life had I seen such a vibrant orange color. As if two fires were burning inside each gem, they shone brightly among the shadows, coming in complete contrast with the lack of any color around them; and for a good cause if I am allowed to say, since any other color would have simply spoiled the royal orange color. And the two gems were indeed a pair of eyes; in their sight, I relaxed and finally breathed out the breath I never knew I was holding. Why? Because the eyes belonged to a cat. They appeared close to the ground and their pupils were slit, just like the ones cats have or even panthers. Lowering my gun, I almost allowed a chuckle to leave my lips, feeling the tension leaving my body; I was safe, there was nothing to worry about, it was simply my own imagination. Silly me! Well, the laughter was soon brushed away and turned completely cold on my lips, since the eyes took a step forward… and raised themselves in the air, coming to stand on the same height as me.
I knew right at that moment, that since I didn’t die right there, right now, I would never have a heart attack in my entire life; this time, my heart completely stopped and all I wanted to do was to scream and run as far away from here as possible. I couldn’t deal with this, I wanted to get away but my very own body chose to betray me, freezing me on spot and under the steady orange gaze that didn’t seem to blink at all as it looked upon me. I didn’t need my brain to understand that I was in big trouble; I could feel the creature gazing upon me with pure, unstained malice and hatred, melting away my skin and bones and reaching all the way down to my innocent soul, with the intend to devour it. The miasma of madness and danger was flowing in waves towards me, hitting my skin and drenching my sanity more and more with each passing second that I was unable to move. Tears rolled down my eyes and a sob surfaced from my chest. I had finally come face to face with the monster. And I was going to die. My time had come. I was about to be killed by the monster that plagued me for two days now and I couldn’t do anything but watch as the eyes tilted to the side, studying me like I was some kind of rare prey and smiling…. Oh, I knew that it was smiling; I would bet everything on it.
Then…
It took a step forward….
And another…
I watched helplessly as it took a step towards me and then another, before a flash shone and a grin appeared inside the complete darkness that was illuminated by the orange light. Then, a deep, dangerous and deranged chuckle reached my ears, deafening me even if it was low. No matter how much my brain struggled, I couldn’t make out any of its features, other than the grin and the eyes; and frankly I didn’t know if I wanted to see more.
The monster took another step, ready to pass inside the small clearing.
A loud bang was heard…
And to my complete shock, the creature backed away, letting out a hellish scream of pain that sounded like two demonic voices screaming at the very same time; I was sure that the sound alone would be quite capable of turning any sane man insane. But what caused the monster to back away? My eyes looked down, only to see my finger tightening itself on the trigger of the gun; I had shot the monster and didn’t even realize it. Still, the most amazing thing was the fact that it had both worked and served as to break the spell that made me unable to move, restarting my brain and throwing me into motion: I had to get away right now! Without as much as another glance towards the nightmarish creature, my body acted up on its own, turning and starting racing towards the path, not just as fast as I could run, but even far beyond that.
My feet landed against the soft ground with power, catapulting my body forward with immense speed; my right hand was still holding on to the gun tightly and the only thing that prevailed inside my mind was the need to run. I was looking forward towards the paved path, never even understanding that the soil under my feet was filled with puddles; all that mattered right then was to get away. My heart pounded hard inside my ears, blocking out all the sound and my teeth clenched with sheer power, pushing my existence forward and towards the only way to salvation. The whole world could have easily gone up in flames and I wouldn’t even give a damn as I raced through the tombstones; time seemed to stop around me and my brain analyzed the situation like it was in slow motion, screaming loudly when I heard a psychotic and soul-drenching scream of maniacal anger coming from somewhere behind me; I didn’t need to look back to know that the creature was coming after me. I just didn’t know how fast it could run. I had the lead, but for how long? My brain went completely clear all of the sudden, setting me free from any pestering thoughts and allowing me to think about a possible way out. It mattered not if my lungs had already started to burn me and my heart to beat dangerously fast; I had to get away.
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and the thing bite on my neck so hard, that I could feel the blood surfacing and dripping down almost immediately and the teeth almost cutting off the flesh completely; a heavy body crashed against mine with immense power and I barely had the time to let out a bloodcurdling scream before my face came in contact with the hard floor. My hands flew out of instinct to protect my face, as both it and I rolled out of the paved road, with my screams echoing hard on the silent cemetery; various cuts from the rocks that grazed my skin appeared and my already hurt head crashed so hard on a nearby rock, that everything around me became nothing but a blur and I almost passed out. The monster growled with insanity over my head and the next thing I saw was its hand being raised in the air and coming down on my face, slashing the soft skin from side to side. A stinging pain laced by face and I screamed with all the power my lungs held, blood entering my eyes and blinding me momentarily. My hands flew to protect me and another round of shots reverberated, some of the bullets missing and some others finding their way into the monster’s body. It screamed and leaned back, giving me the edge to hit it straight in the neck with the back of my gun. Reacting to the pain, it retreated even more and with pure bliss, I realized that I was able to move my feet, raising one of them and kicking the beast straight in the gut with a wild scream of anger.
It fell on the side, completely setting me free and grabbing the God sent opportunity, I rose on my feet and started running again, paying no attention to the pain I was feeling; from the fall I had back there, my left hand must have been pretty messed up and I could barely move it. I was still holding on to the gun for dear life though. I dared not to look back and see where the monster was. I only wanted to get out of the cemetery and into the streets that would offer me some kind of salvation and from what I was able to remember in my distressed state, the cemetery had side entrances as well. So coming at a cross road, I immediately turned to the right, my eyes catching a glimpse of a far away wall. If only I could reach it.
A loud growl sounded from just behind me.
The next thing I knew what that a foot landed straight into my sides.
The world was lost around me, as my feet failed to come in contact with the ground and I was literally catapulted somewhere on the right with immense power, hitting a nearby tombstone so hard, that the stone creaked and broke utterly, making me fall to the other side of it and onto the ground, screaming loudly and clutching onto my sides as blood came out in abundance from my mouth. My brain struggled to overcome the pain, but I was feeling like I was just hit by a speeding truck, making me completely unable to even try getting back at my own two feet or even breathing properly for all that mattered. Somewhere inside the blur, I saw the thing standing above me, orange eyes flashing with pure bliss as it placed its foot over my left hand. A chilling cracking sound was heard as the bone shattered, followed by my bloodcurdling scream and I rolled to the side, hugging my broken hand against my chest, tears and blood mixing on my face as they dripped down. And right then, pure anger washed over me. Clenching my jaw tightly, I raised my good hand and shot its leg almost by contact, screaming victoriously at the pained yell it let out, a yell that reminded me of a girl’s voice, but having no time to ponder over it, I kicked the wounded leg hard, making it fall on the ground as I rose on my own two feet, my body deciding to block the pain utterly and completely. I turned towards it as it tried to get up and shot its shoulder, sending it back into the ground, before I myself turned and started racing towards the wall that was now closer than I noticed at first.
Time was lost around me once again.
I raced towards the wall with all the power my body -and even the pain- fueled me with, hearing the monster behind me growl and stand up, as it once again attempted to catch me. Only that this time, there was no way I would let it. My eyes focused on the road ahead of me, catching a glimpse of an exit coming into view as I was narrowing the wall, the beast so hot on my tracks, that I was able to feel its breath grazing the skin of my neck, its hands reaching out to me and attempting to grab me by the hair or the clothes, but the determination was coursing through my veins like hot iron, energizing me beyond all that I could imagine. A victorious scream left my lips as I finally saw the entrance and using the loud pounding of my heart as fuel, I put my all into running.
I jumped over the short dividers and literally threw myself on the city road.
Bright lights blinded me and a loud honking came from my left.
I saw the car when it was already too late.
My eyes opened wide and I jumped upwards on my bed.
The blinding light that was coming through the windows was so clear and white, that for a moment I didn’t realize where I was or what was I doing there. My eyes were unable to adjust and for a moment, a terrifying moment, I was left like a deer in headlights, unable to react due to the sheer terror and the inability to take in my surroundings due to the pure whiteness that surrounded me. My heart was pounding so hard inside my chest, that my lungs were practically struggling for a single breath of the refreshing air; the sirens had long ago went off inside my head, screaming with all their might and reacting to the monster that had attacked me and rendered me unable to think straight and react properly. Why wasn’t I dead? The light that surrounded me could serve as a proof that I was dead long ago and my soul passed to the afterlife, falling victim to the monster that had crept its way inside my very own house; yet my beating heart was a very proof that this wasn’t it.
And then, I blinked my eyes once again and my vision was restored.
From all the things inside this world, from all the things I expected to see, the things I expected to encounter, nothing prepared me for the fact that all that I would see was my very own room. It was so strange, that my brain refused to take in all the information at first; what on earth was happening? Why was everything exactly as I left it, with pretty much nothing betraying the presence of my night visitor? There was no sign of entrance, since the window was locked and the door was also closed; there was no sign of mud or blood on my covers and everything was in the exact same place that I left it before going to bed last night. Even my own body had no signs of the steely grip that had grabbed me violently in order to keep me still. I didn’t know what was happening; I was so sure that the monster was inside my room, that I could easily bet my very own life on it. There was no possible way for it not to leave any mark behind.
But then it occurred to me: I didn’t check the rest of the house.
Throwing my covers to the side I almost tripped and fell as I literally ran to the door, grabbing the doorknob and opening it so hard, that I almost heard the hinges complain; I didn’t care, I just wanted some answers even if that meant that I was walking straight into a trap. I ran in the hall and once I was in front of the living room, my feet skidded to a stop and my knees gave out, making me kneel on the cold wooden floor. This time it wasn’t a message written in red paint, neither a photograph nailed on the wall.
It was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nothing was amiss inside the living room and that was what threw me off the edge; my vision became nothing more but a blur and hot tears cascaded my cheeks, the moment a violent sob reverberated from deep within my chest. My hand touched the floor in order to stop my body from falling completely down, as I cried harder than ever before in my life.
I wasn’t crazy; nothing in the previous years of my life ever questioned whether my sanity was under question. But right now, as I looked upon my untouched house, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I had finally gone mad; nothing other than that could explain that there was no trace left behind by the monster, not a single clue that could betray its existence other than my racing heart and the terror I felt. Everything was as spotless and clean as I left it and all the doors and windows were safely shut, only allowing the penetrating light from the day outside to creep its way inside the house, offering traces of warmth inside the cold, winter day. Still, it wasn’t enough to reach my own conscience from where it had fallen. It couldn’t be a lie; I couldn’t just imagine this. I could precisely feel its hands tightening around my own and the deep growl that it purposely released near my ear. The foul smell was still reaching my nose and the aura of madness was still sending shivers down my spine. How could such a presence not leave a trace behind? Was I going mad? Had the stress and pressure that I had endured up until now drenched my sanity away? Was I really made to become a police officer? And the most important of them all… was the monster real or not?
It surely felt real.
But maybe it wasn’t.
Suddenly my phone started ringing and I yelped at the sudden sound. Blinking away the tears, I picked myself up from the floor and went to answer it, loosely registering that it was Steve that was calling me; he must have been worried about me and for just once, I couldn’t blame him at all. Would it be a good idea to tell him though?
‘Hello?’ my voice sounded hoarse even to my own self.
‘Good morning Cath. You sure sound like a zombie today.’ Steve’s voice chirped from the other side of the line, muffled a little bit by the noise of the busy streets.
‘It’s nice to hear you too Steve. Where are you going this early in the morning?’ I breathed out, walking over to the kitchen for a nice cup of tea; I would have chosen coffee, if I didn’t need to relax so much.
‘Cath, it’s almost eleven.’ Steve laughed ‘I’m paying a visit to our little friend in jail, James Lorens, leader of the Snakes; I had been thinking about what you told me about Andrew’s past enemies and I decided to check on him. I thought that you needed some sleep after yesterday, so I didn’t tell you anything. Sorry about that.’
‘It’s okay, I wouldn’t have come either way; my head still hurts.’ I confessed, deciding right at that moment that maybe it was better not to tell him anything; he didn’t have to worry, plus I knew that he was more experienced in questioning than I was.
Steve remained silent for a moment, in which I could clearly hear the road around him and when he finally spoke, I immediately knew that he was smiling ‘Who are you and what have you done to Catherine?’ he joked.
‘Very funny Steve, is there anything you want me to do from here?’I sighed, resting my left hand on my waist.
‘Can you check that videotape we got from that neighbor? See if you can get something from it.’
‘I will get down to it immediately and let you know. If you find out anything, call me as well.’ I said and hung up, leaving the man to deal with his own business.
Sighing loudly, I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a split second, resting the phone against my chest and allowing my thoughts to wonder off towards any possible direction. I didn’t quite understand if the uneasy feeling deep down in my gut appeared last night or I had it since we received this case, but right now, as I closed my eyes and finally allowed my instincts to surface, I knew that it was there, a constant companion through this particular journey and, allow me to tell you this, I didn’t like it one bit. There was something going on with this case and I knew that it had nothing to do with the monster that plagued me at nights; this could easily be a creation of my vivid imagination, or simply something I myself created to deal with the difficulties. No, this uneasy feeling had nothing to do with all that.
It was the case that felt uneasy. Why? Because it felt so… real… to me. Like it could pretty much happen to anyone, either that was me, Steve, the family next door, or a random family across the globe. It was something that could easily happen and what drove me crazy, was the fact that the killers might never be caught. Like this particular thing might be happening to a family right now and we would never know and we can’t stop it. It was the reality of it that was so terrifying.
Eventually, I just sighed once again and opened my eyes, walking up to my computer and turning it on with an annoyed grimace before I sat in front of it; it wasn’t the right time to be sulking right now, especially when I had so much work to do; I would examine the tape, notify Steve and then pass a nice afternoon with a home-cooked meal and a nice glass of wine before going to bed. I really needed the relaxation time and since the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn’t deny it. I usually wasn’t the one to slack off, but it seemed like the right thing to do right now. Rummaging through my desk drawers, I discovered the small devise I had kept for seeing videotapes, so I plugged it in the computer and placed the videotape in, waiting for the small window to pop up a few seconds later and clicking on the only file I could find.
Another window appeared and the same street that I had found myself in yesterday appeared, with a small clock on the top right corner, indicating the date and hour. Resting my head on my left hand, I started going through the video in order to find the particular date that interested me, skipping through the parts that had nothing to do with my search. Soon enough, I saw the date changing to 31 of October 2014 and once the sun disappeared, I stopped the fast forward and began observing. It was your typical friendly neighborhood and with all the trick-or-treaters going around, no one could ever imagine the horror that would take place in a few hours. From where the camera was positioned, I could clearly see the front yard of the Montaige residence, as well as the road. The house was brightly lit and people dressed in costumes wandered around, completely consumed by the magic hanging in the air. People of every age were coming and going and I could have sworn that I caught a glimpse of Anastacia or Cameron passing by one of the windows. For a split second, I had completely engulfed myself in trying to see the girls, that it took me a bit until I realized that a pick-up truck had stopped right in front of the house.
The time was approximately five minutes to one o’ clock in the morning and a dark truck stopped right outside the Montaige threshold. Subconsciously, I leaned towards the computer screen more, but the video was blurry enough not to allow me to make out either the precise color of the car or the license plates in the back. Oddly enough, the street seemed to be empty, as the four doors opened and five people stepped out of the vehicle. They were too tall and muscular to be either teens or females, and despite the poor video quality, I could see one of them carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder as he looked upon the Montaige residence. Then, the fifth one stepped out of the car and looked straight into the camera. I cursed under my breath for making out only a few spots of white on his clothes and face, but I already knew what I should do.
Needing not to see any more of the video, I marked and copied the said part and opening another tab, I connected with the police database, searching for the video alteration programs and soon enough, pasting the part and allowing the system to start analyzing it. This would surely take me a while –especially since I didn’t want to be found out- so picking myself up, I decided to go around with the chores of the house. It was surely a nice way to take my mind off things and while Steve seemed to be pretty occupied with visiting the prison, I had plenty of time to spare in my hands. So when the processing of the video finally ended, the time was already six in the afternoon and the sun had gone down for quite a while now.
I took a seat in front of the computer yet again and clicked on the analyzed video.
Once again, I was unable to make out the license plate of the car, yet I did recognize the brand, since the silver letters on the side that read Ford, where kind of the trademark of the company. The faces of the rest of the men that stood next to the car continued to be blurry; well, all except the one that was looking straight into the camera. From his posture and lean but muscular built, he appeared to be around his late-teens, early twenties. He had the average height for a man and he had short, messy brown hair; that was all the characteristics I could see, since the man was in a costume. And not just any costume: a skeleton from the Day Of The Dead; or like some might know, the Dia De Muertos.
Grabbing my notepad, I started writing down all the details that I had found.
The man was dressed from head to toe in a completely black outfit that made the painted white bones stand out, as well as the makeup that covered his face; if I remembered correctly, Dia De Muertos is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, in particular the Central and South regions; still, it is acknowledged in other cultures as well. The holiday focuses on gatherings of family and friends to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died and help support their spiritual journey. Could that mean that the man was of Mexican origin, or that he chose this particular outfit knowing that they were going out to kill an entire family, thus choosing it to help the souls pass to the afterlife?
No, this is too farfetched Cath, I scolded myself. Still, by the dark clothing worn by the rest of the gang, maybe they too chose to dress up like this.
My train of thoughts was briefly interrupted by the ringing of my phone. Picking it up, Steve’s tired voice greeted me from the other line; he had spend his entire day speaking to Lorens and he had come up with nothing at all, since the man hadn’t called anyone that was of interest in a very long time; he only had one phone call per month for God’s sake. The prison director had even allowed him to listen to the recorder calls of the man, but other than his wife, he hadn’t talked with anyone, let alone say something that we could use. From the sound of Steve’s voice, he was a bit disappointed to say the least and not even the things I discovered helped to make his day a little bit. So, we agreed to call it a day for now and meet up tomorrow to discuss what would our next move should be.
When we hang up, I turned off the computer and decided that it was a good opportunity to go for some grocery shopping if I wanted to have a relaxing night tonight; maybe on my way back I could stop to buy some bath salts to have a nice bath before bed. So, throwing a warm jacket on and grabbing my bag and car keys, I stepped out of my apartment, locking the door and walking swiftly towards the elevator. Thankfully for my good mood, miss Cook had retreated to her own apartment for the night, so the lobby was currently empty. Passing outside, my head turned to gaze upon the dark sky that was illuminated by the city lights.
The weather outside was as cold as if we resided near a steep mountain that was covered by snow and frost; my hands tightened instinctively around myself and my breath came out as nothing more than a small cloud of vapor, shining like a silver mist inside the darkness. Despite the penetrating cold though, the heavy rain that was cascading the skies hadn’t turned into snow, something that was quite peculiar if I was allowed to say. The once busy streets were now completely empty and no soul could be seen walking on the sidewalks, giving me the strong feeling that I had just stepped inside a ghost town, where no living soul resided and danger lurked inside each and every shadow, where all the nightmarish creatures existed. Even the illuminated clouds that hanged above me, formed monstrous images as the lights fell on them, offering a red tint to the silent night.
I shook my head. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about these things, I am trying to relax and this is definitely not helping.
Pulling the hood of my jacket over my head, I begun to walk quickly towards my car, trying not to slip on the slippery sidewalk and ignore the rain all at the same time, pressing the button that turned the locks of my car off, opening the car door and passing on the driver’s seat fast.
Once I was inside the protection of the small space, I leaned back on the seat and pulled my hood off, sighing loudly before placing the keys into the ignition and throwing my bag on the passenger’s seat. I was so engulfed inside my own thoughts that I barely registered the white flash that my vision caught from the corner of my eye. I almost missed it. But even that small thing was enough to peak my brain’s curiosity, which tilted my head almost immediately in order to inspect the strange thing, since my eyes nailed themselves on the said spot. And right there, under my bag, was a small, transparent DVD case with a disk inside and a white paper resting lazily on top of it; the flash must have been caused by the streetlights that fell on the DVD. If I was a character from a comic book, a question mark would appear over my head, but even without it, my eyebrows rose in curious surprise and my hand went to grab the two items, bringing them close to me for further inspection.
Examining the DVD first, it was obvious from the start that it was both brand new and untouched; the casing wasn’t worn out at all and a simple date was written with beautiful cursive letters: 11-08-2014 . Nothing more. I would have been disappointed, if I didn’t proceed with opening the small piece of paper that was neatly folded in two and hadn’t found out that the letters continued on, giving me some piece of information that made my head skip a bit: The answers to all of your questions are in Mount Pleasant Cemetery. Hurry up. There is no time left.
Whether it was the cemetery address, the warning about the time or the fact that I couldn’t understand how these objects found their way inside my very own car that triggered all danger alerts inside my mind, I didn’t know, but the processing of the words from my brain had a chain reaction with my heart, who started pounding loudly inside my chest, ready to pop out and onto the floor. My eyes averted towards the street and buildings around me, trying frantically to discover who might have left these things for me to find, yet whoever it was, he was long gone and the whole place around me continued to be completely empty, raising the hairs on the back of my neck and making a shiver shot down to my spine; this wasn’t good. I didn’t like this one bit. What should I do?! It would be pure madness to go there all by myself and in the middle of the night, yet something told me that whoever this person was, he knew about the case I was working on. Could this all be another trap, like the one that I had fallen into just yesterday? Maybe it was, but if it wasn’t? Was I willing to let important information slip through the cracks and disappear, taking the solving of the Montaige case along with them inside the shadows?
Pressing my lips together in dismay, I opened the glove compartment with determination, grabbing the spare gun that I always kept in there for a time of emergency, opening the magazine to check that it was loaded, before placing it back and turning the safety off. Okay, I would try this lead only once and if it is a trap, there is a pretty nasty surprise waiting for those idiots and I couldn’t care less if I got suspended; I was no fool and after yesterday, there was no way to go there unarmed or let another shadowy figure attack me. Checking to see if my phone had enough battery, I set it so it would call Steve after a span of two hours, in case something happened to me and I couldn’t call, before turning the engine on and driving off towards the Cemetery.
There goes my calm and relaxing afternoon, it flew out the window; still, the case was more important than my personal calmness and that was the thought that prevailed in my mind as I stepped on the accelerator even more, literally racing through the empty city streets and minimizing the journey time, while trying to convince myself that there was nothing to worry about and paying attention to the rain that made driving even more difficult. Pleasant Cemetery was right in the middle of the town and even if it was extremely cold, it was sure that they would have a guard walking around to avoid any inconveniences. Plus, it also had walking paths for the visitors, so as long as I stayed in the said paths, it was bound that I would be just fine. Or at least I hoped so. No! This isn’t the time to think negatively. Either I was indeed going to find the clues, or someone was going to end up like Swiss cheese tonight!
So, when I finally pulled the car to a stop right in front of the Yonge Street Gate, which was the cemetery entrance and next to the visitation center, the adrenaline and determination mixture that was coursing through my veins was so strong, it was polluting my mind and conscience, flowing in abundance inside my veins like a true drug and fueling me dangerously more and more with each passing second. Stepping out of my car, I immediately showed my badge to the night guard that was coming towards me and pulled my hood up, sheltering my head away from the rain as I walked hastily through the grand gate which towered well above my head and pulled out my gun, holding it carefully inside my right hand as I turned the flashlight of my phone on with my other one. My feet were sinking inside the various potholes that lingered around the paved paths, allowing the cold water to penetrate my shoes, yet I barely even noticed it as I approached the huge board that had the map of the cemetery placed on it, enabling the visitors to know where they were supposed to go.
In my case, I literally had no idea what I was looking for, only some speculations, but as I shone the light of the flashlight on the huge board, a small red circle was illuminated immediately, pointing towards the other side of the cemetery and to a certain grave, which I had some ideas as to whom it belonged to. Still, as I looked towards the path that led there, the path to my left, all I could see was the piercing darkness looming around the gravestones like a heavy curtain that enveloped everything inside, allowing no light to come out. It was a soul drenching, dream haunting scenery and surely no place for a sane person to walk on at this time of the night; even I questioned my own sanity, but the need for answers overpowered my fear and I clenched my jaw, memorizing the path and immediately started walking towards it.
No one can really understand how terrifying nature can be, until he finds himself inside of her in the complete darkness. Inside a moonless night, the night that the darkness prevails like a true abyss and we discover that we are more vulnerable than we thought, as if we are completely naked inside a sea of foes; every shadow can hide an enemy, every dark place can bring calamity and death. All those thoughts were passing through my mind as I walked more and more on the path that would take me to the answers I needed. Because even with my flashlight on, I couldn’t see; I was barely walking to begin with.
The heavy, ice cold rain and the humidity it brought along with it had served to raise a strange, silver mist from the ground, that was lurking among the tombstones like a predator that was stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike; it was only adding to the haunting scenery that was already terrifying to begin with; the various pine trees that were mixed here and there with a few willows and even maple trees, were so heavy by their branches and leaves –the ones that still held on to them- that they were almost touching the cold soil underneath them, tightly holding on to their shadows, offering them a secure place for them to grow and devour everything around them. No light was coming from anywhere around the cemetery and the darkness was so thick, that I could easily feel it gliding lazily over my clothes, stroking the exposed skin of my face and serving to accelerate my heart beat, as my brain was screaming in terror inside the vast spaces of my mind, trying to make me return back to safety. I could see nothing around me and my vision was limited on the few meters that were illuminated in front of me from my flashlight.
Complete silence was the second thing that threw my brain off the edge of any reasonable thought, turning all the danger switches off inside of me. There was no sound coming from the rain that poured down from the vast skies, no sound coming from the strong wind that was coursing maniacally through the trees, making them wave frantically, completely obeying to its commands and even no sound coming from my very own breath and footsteps; it was as if all nature had seized its movements, allowing the void to take over and deny the bliss of sound to my ears. At that point, and considering the place I was in, I couldn’t decide if I would prefer some sound or not; if sound was dangerous and silence was what protected me. In the end, I decided that silence was best, since if a sound came from any of the gravestones that spread around me in an endless sea of white and grey, it would only serve to give me a heart attack and kill me on the spot.
And so I walked.
I walked and walked and walked endlessly on the paved pathway that was indicated to me by my anonymous source, venturing into the abyss in search for the few clues that would help us bring justice and peace to the poor victims. Centuries could have passed me by and I wouldn’t notice it at all. The gun was steadily pointing in front of me and my hand that was holding on to my phone was resting on it, offering me some light and giving me some peace of mind, that whatever and whoever came my way, I was prepared to deal with it. All the training I got in the academy passed like a movie right in front of my eyes and my senses where stretched to their limits in order to notify me if anything was too strange, as I walked further down. Nothing seemed to alter in the scenery around me and the more I walked the less I felt safe, my instincts screaming to me that something wasn’t right in all this. I passed marvelous and hauntingly dark gardens, fountains that still poured water out and many statues that must be beautiful in the morning but served as nightmare fuel at night, yet I never stopped walking.
That was, until a glimpse of a faint light pulled my feet to a stop.
My head immediately jerked to the left, trying to find the source, with my flashlight and gun following its route soon after. The cold light fell on the nearby trees and tombstones, illuminating a small spacious opening among the trees, where two graves were resting, one close to me and the other one further back among the tree line. Indeed, there was a small ray of light coming through the door of the unsettling mausoleum that appeared to be half opened, allowing only the light to make its existence known to anyone that happened to pass by. Suddenly, I realized that I knew this particular mausoleum; it was the famous Eaton Family Mausoleum with the marble lions made by the sculptor Eli Harvey. It was one of the most known mausoleums, due to the family’s prestigious name, which made the said place a tourist attraction that everyone who visited Toronto knew. And the light was coming straight from there; something that wasn’t quite normal.
Sparing one last gaze towards the rest of the road ahead of me, I decided on a whim that this was something in desperate need to be investigated, so turning on my heel, I started walking fast towards the breathtaking structure, with my feet squelching through the muddy soil. Before I even knew it, I was checking my surroundings for any prying eyes, before nearing the mausoleum. The more I walked towards it, the brighter the light became, calling me towards it to see what was happening; at this time of the night, nothing around here should have any light.
I literally flew up the few steps, paying no attention to the magnificent lions that guarded the place and I neared the heavy iron gate which was indeed half opened, staying absolutely still and quiet, so I would be able to hear any sound of movement coming from the inside. There was none. Closing my phone, I grasped the gun with both hands, before I took in a steady breath and slipped inside the building, immediately raising my gun in case someone that I didn’t notice attacked me. Yet, as I passed to the narrow interior that hosted the family’s graves on both sides of the small hallway, there was no trace of any living soul there at the moment. And I say it like that because there were traces that someone was actually living there.
An extremely worn out blanket was thrown messily on the cold marble floor among the rotting leaves and branches that were left in here since the fall, and the light I saw from the path was actually coming from a small white candle that was placed on the floor, its flame bathing the small room in a strange orange light, allowing weird shadows to grace the tall walls. There was a faint breeze that was coming through the skylight that adorned the ceiling and for once, I could clearly hear the wind howling outside the place; still, not even the faint breeze was enough to dissolve the foul smell of rotting flesh and decay that prevailed, making my stomach turn and my mind struggling not to allow me to gag. Mallows were growing here and there, yet as I turned my gaze to the left, nothing inside the room mattered any more as the thing I saw painted on the white wall.
If I had to describe it in a way, I would say that it was by far the weirdest and most unnerving symbol I had encountered in all my life. It was clearly painted by hand, with the red paint dripping every here and there and leaving a mark of the fingers in other parts, taking up the whole place from the ceiling to the floor with its grand design. The bottom part was kind of oval, with the bottom edge a bit pointed; the head of it was occupied by a strange crown with seven rounded edges on the top and the middle of the oval was adorned by a strange cross, whose top was strangely prolonged to reach the middle of the crown, before dividing itself into two parts –one that was on the left and one of the right- that formed perfect circles on the edge, exactly like the two circles that existed on each side. No words were written around it, except only one: Viné.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to be in there anymore. Suddenly, dread, terror and utter horror pierced through my heart like a sharp, destructive arrow, making me want to scream till my lungs failed me and making me want to run until I could no longer stand up; it was a rather strange and unexpected feeling, which send shivers down my spine and urged me to get as far away from this symbol as it was humanely possible and this time, I was in no position to oppose my instincts. Taking my phone out, I took a few pictures of the whole place and before I even realized it, I was running away from the mausoleum and towards my path, deciding that every other place was safer than the one I was in. This time, I was literally running on the path, determined to follow it till the end, not minding the darkness around me at all, or the heavy rain.
I only stopped when I reached the very end.
Allowing my mind to forget what I had encountered back in the mausoleum by pushing the dreadful thoughts away from my mind, I walked the last steps which led me to the very end of the path, moving aside the branches of a nearby willow and walking inside a small, isolated clearing that served as the resting place of only one single grave. Looking around me it was clear enough that once spring would come around, this little place must surely be the most hidden and peaceful spot in the cemetery, completely hidden among the rest of the willows that surrounded it in a small circle, their huge trunks offering a certain degree of isolation; even now, if you failed to follow the path, you wouldn’t find it. The rain continued to fall down from the sky and the small drops of water danced on the grey stone of the tomb, whose letters became clearer and clearer as I approached it. Shining the light on the cold surface, the letters immediately appeared on the stone, offering me the chance to read them and prove my deepest assumptions.
It was only a plain tombstone, with no engravings or other decorations, except from the letters written on it and a small vase for the flowers right in front of it; all in all, it was in the height of my waist. Standing right in front of it, I read out loud.
Montaige. In loving memory of Andrew Montaige Mar.3.1964 – Apr.13.2013 who was killed on the line of duty, beloved husband of Cameron Montaige May.17.1971 – Oct.31.2014. Anastacia Montaige Mar.28.1995 – Oct.31.2014 and Lina Montaige Aug.8.2008 – Oct.31.2014. You will be dearly missed.
This was it; this was the grave of the Montaige family. I couldn’t understand why, but even by looking at this cold piece of stone which held the whole lives of an entire family that was lost from this world forever, it made me incredibly sad to even gaze upon the simple letters. To gaze upon the simple dash among the dates that represented their entire life span, the time they walked the earth before they passed to the Kingdom of Heaven. And even if you excluded the parents, loosely justifying their death to the many years of life they managed to live, you were brought to tears once you saw how young the two girls that died were. What had they done to deserve this punishment? What God was up there judging in a fair manner who shall live and who shall die? I was always the one to believe in the existence of a Higher Being, no matter what its name was, yet it was enough for a single child to be lost for us to question even Him. And this was one of those times; one of the times that I really regretting getting into the Police Force. Still, there was no room left for me to be sentimental; I had to do my job and my job was to find out who killed those innocent people with such brutality. And that was exactly what I was going to do. Wiping the edges of my eyes with the back of my hand from the tears that threatened to fall, I leaned down right in front of the tombstone, searching for any clues; it was obvious that no one was around here to give me the info, so they must have left them behind. And I was right. Right next to Anastacia’s name, there were letters written with a black marker, so small and faint, that it was easy to miss them if you weren’t close enough; bringing the flashlight closer to them, it was a bit hard to read at first, due to the water that had washed them away, yet in the end, I managed to make them out. That was when I realized that they weren’t just words…. they were names.
Steven, Billie, Paul, Carl and Eric.
As realization hit me like a brick wall, I rushed to open my phone and photograph the names; my mouth fell open and a happy laugh came out, sounding loudly inside the total silence, but I couldn’t care less. Because I could bet my career –no!, I could bet my very own life on it, that those were the names of the murderers. How they found their way on the tomb or who wrote them there in the first place, I had absolutely no clue about it and right then, I didn’t care at all. This was the lead that me and Steve wanted; this was what was going to help us solve the case! If I was at home, I would jump up and down from my sheer happiness, yet I still threw my hands in the air over my head; it wasn’t a mistake to come here after all! Steve was going to be ecstatic!
I was violently pulled away from my thoughts when the sound of a twig snapping broke through the silence.
In the blink of an eye, pure terror washed over me and my brain stood still, allowing a strange numbness to take over every inch of my body as I stood up and pierced the thick darkness with my gaze, trying to find from where the sound came; it was clearly coming from right in front of me, among the shadows that prevailed over the tomb, but despite the light that fell from my phone, I was unable to locate who or what was the cause of it. There was nothing surrounding me but darkness. I swallowed hard, trying to listen to any indication that someone was approaching, raising the gun and pointing carefully in front of me, ready to shoot at any given time; I was too far inside the cemetery for anyone to be wandering around and too far for any chance of someone helping me.
I was all alone…
No, I wasn’t alone at all…
I wished that just like when I came here, I would be alone, but this time, I knew that there was someone or something lurking around me inside the darkness. I could hear it in the way the wind coursed through the trees; I could see it inside the darkness that appeared to move on its own. But more importantly, I could feel it on the raised hairs in the back of my head, on the shivers that were shooting through me from top to toe and in the sudden stillness of my heart, which had gone completely cold and immovable, like if it feared that a single beat would be the end of me. Whatever it was, it was moving in circles around me, making the few leaves that still remained on the ground to crunch and some more twigs to snap and in response, my heart tensed with each sound that reached my ears, at the same time that my own brain was screaming bloody murder. Suddenly, the all-too-familiar pair of eyes found and nailed themselves on me, like a predator that is stalking its prey lazily, paying no attention that I had the means to protect myself this time; I remained completely still, looking straight ahead and above the tomb, waiting patiently for the thing that was watching me to make its move as I had the slight sense that it had stopped right there. How I knew that? I couldn’t answer that myself. It seemed like the most ancient instincts of self preservation were awakened inside a human, once he found himself in a dire situation, making him able to feel even the slightest change in the air around him, sensing the lurking danger. This time though, I wasn’t going to let it terrify me; I was going to face it head on, even if in the mere thought my knees felt weak and my head light. But I would stand my ground. I would fight!
Then, right in front of me, a few meters away from the tomb and among the trees, two orange gems flashed.
Never in my whole life had I seen such a vibrant orange color. As if two fires were burning inside each gem, they shone brightly among the shadows, coming in complete contrast with the lack of any color around them; and for a good cause if I am allowed to say, since any other color would have simply spoiled the royal orange color. And the two gems were indeed a pair of eyes; in their sight, I relaxed and finally breathed out the breath I never knew I was holding. Why? Because the eyes belonged to a cat. They appeared close to the ground and their pupils were slit, just like the ones cats have or even panthers. Lowering my gun, I almost allowed a chuckle to leave my lips, feeling the tension leaving my body; I was safe, there was nothing to worry about, it was simply my own imagination. Silly me! Well, the laughter was soon brushed away and turned completely cold on my lips, since the eyes took a step forward… and raised themselves in the air, coming to stand on the same height as me.
I knew right at that moment, that since I didn’t die right there, right now, I would never have a heart attack in my entire life; this time, my heart completely stopped and all I wanted to do was to scream and run as far away from here as possible. I couldn’t deal with this, I wanted to get away but my very own body chose to betray me, freezing me on spot and under the steady orange gaze that didn’t seem to blink at all as it looked upon me. I didn’t need my brain to understand that I was in big trouble; I could feel the creature gazing upon me with pure, unstained malice and hatred, melting away my skin and bones and reaching all the way down to my innocent soul, with the intend to devour it. The miasma of madness and danger was flowing in waves towards me, hitting my skin and drenching my sanity more and more with each passing second that I was unable to move. Tears rolled down my eyes and a sob surfaced from my chest. I had finally come face to face with the monster. And I was going to die. My time had come. I was about to be killed by the monster that plagued me for two days now and I couldn’t do anything but watch as the eyes tilted to the side, studying me like I was some kind of rare prey and smiling…. Oh, I knew that it was smiling; I would bet everything on it.
Then…
It took a step forward….
And another…
I watched helplessly as it took a step towards me and then another, before a flash shone and a grin appeared inside the complete darkness that was illuminated by the orange light. Then, a deep, dangerous and deranged chuckle reached my ears, deafening me even if it was low. No matter how much my brain struggled, I couldn’t make out any of its features, other than the grin and the eyes; and frankly I didn’t know if I wanted to see more.
The monster took another step, ready to pass inside the small clearing.
A loud bang was heard…
And to my complete shock, the creature backed away, letting out a hellish scream of pain that sounded like two demonic voices screaming at the very same time; I was sure that the sound alone would be quite capable of turning any sane man insane. But what caused the monster to back away? My eyes looked down, only to see my finger tightening itself on the trigger of the gun; I had shot the monster and didn’t even realize it. Still, the most amazing thing was the fact that it had both worked and served as to break the spell that made me unable to move, restarting my brain and throwing me into motion: I had to get away right now! Without as much as another glance towards the nightmarish creature, my body acted up on its own, turning and starting racing towards the path, not just as fast as I could run, but even far beyond that.
My feet landed against the soft ground with power, catapulting my body forward with immense speed; my right hand was still holding on to the gun tightly and the only thing that prevailed inside my mind was the need to run. I was looking forward towards the paved path, never even understanding that the soil under my feet was filled with puddles; all that mattered right then was to get away. My heart pounded hard inside my ears, blocking out all the sound and my teeth clenched with sheer power, pushing my existence forward and towards the only way to salvation. The whole world could have easily gone up in flames and I wouldn’t even give a damn as I raced through the tombstones; time seemed to stop around me and my brain analyzed the situation like it was in slow motion, screaming loudly when I heard a psychotic and soul-drenching scream of maniacal anger coming from somewhere behind me; I didn’t need to look back to know that the creature was coming after me. I just didn’t know how fast it could run. I had the lead, but for how long? My brain went completely clear all of the sudden, setting me free from any pestering thoughts and allowing me to think about a possible way out. It mattered not if my lungs had already started to burn me and my heart to beat dangerously fast; I had to get away.
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and the thing bite on my neck so hard, that I could feel the blood surfacing and dripping down almost immediately and the teeth almost cutting off the flesh completely; a heavy body crashed against mine with immense power and I barely had the time to let out a bloodcurdling scream before my face came in contact with the hard floor. My hands flew out of instinct to protect my face, as both it and I rolled out of the paved road, with my screams echoing hard on the silent cemetery; various cuts from the rocks that grazed my skin appeared and my already hurt head crashed so hard on a nearby rock, that everything around me became nothing but a blur and I almost passed out. The monster growled with insanity over my head and the next thing I saw was its hand being raised in the air and coming down on my face, slashing the soft skin from side to side. A stinging pain laced by face and I screamed with all the power my lungs held, blood entering my eyes and blinding me momentarily. My hands flew to protect me and another round of shots reverberated, some of the bullets missing and some others finding their way into the monster’s body. It screamed and leaned back, giving me the edge to hit it straight in the neck with the back of my gun. Reacting to the pain, it retreated even more and with pure bliss, I realized that I was able to move my feet, raising one of them and kicking the beast straight in the gut with a wild scream of anger.
It fell on the side, completely setting me free and grabbing the God sent opportunity, I rose on my feet and started running again, paying no attention to the pain I was feeling; from the fall I had back there, my left hand must have been pretty messed up and I could barely move it. I was still holding on to the gun for dear life though. I dared not to look back and see where the monster was. I only wanted to get out of the cemetery and into the streets that would offer me some kind of salvation and from what I was able to remember in my distressed state, the cemetery had side entrances as well. So coming at a cross road, I immediately turned to the right, my eyes catching a glimpse of a far away wall. If only I could reach it.
A loud growl sounded from just behind me.
The next thing I knew what that a foot landed straight into my sides.
The world was lost around me, as my feet failed to come in contact with the ground and I was literally catapulted somewhere on the right with immense power, hitting a nearby tombstone so hard, that the stone creaked and broke utterly, making me fall to the other side of it and onto the ground, screaming loudly and clutching onto my sides as blood came out in abundance from my mouth. My brain struggled to overcome the pain, but I was feeling like I was just hit by a speeding truck, making me completely unable to even try getting back at my own two feet or even breathing properly for all that mattered. Somewhere inside the blur, I saw the thing standing above me, orange eyes flashing with pure bliss as it placed its foot over my left hand. A chilling cracking sound was heard as the bone shattered, followed by my bloodcurdling scream and I rolled to the side, hugging my broken hand against my chest, tears and blood mixing on my face as they dripped down. And right then, pure anger washed over me. Clenching my jaw tightly, I raised my good hand and shot its leg almost by contact, screaming victoriously at the pained yell it let out, a yell that reminded me of a girl’s voice, but having no time to ponder over it, I kicked the wounded leg hard, making it fall on the ground as I rose on my own two feet, my body deciding to block the pain utterly and completely. I turned towards it as it tried to get up and shot its shoulder, sending it back into the ground, before I myself turned and started racing towards the wall that was now closer than I noticed at first.
Time was lost around me once again.
I raced towards the wall with all the power my body -and even the pain- fueled me with, hearing the monster behind me growl and stand up, as it once again attempted to catch me. Only that this time, there was no way I would let it. My eyes focused on the road ahead of me, catching a glimpse of an exit coming into view as I was narrowing the wall, the beast so hot on my tracks, that I was able to feel its breath grazing the skin of my neck, its hands reaching out to me and attempting to grab me by the hair or the clothes, but the determination was coursing through my veins like hot iron, energizing me beyond all that I could imagine. A victorious scream left my lips as I finally saw the entrance and using the loud pounding of my heart as fuel, I put my all into running.
I jumped over the short dividers and literally threw myself on the city road.
Bright lights blinded me and a loud honking came from my left.
I saw the car when it was already too late.
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oh my God I love it so much! 