A/N This is actually the sequel in my trilogy but I cut out the first one so this one has become the first one, it will explain everything eventually. It might get confusing but stick with it because it does have a really mean twist anyways enjoy! It may get confusing but again stick with it because its awesome at least I think so LOL

Chapter 1 The missing

Tocurra, New Hampshire, 1899

Tocurra was a nothing town situated on the outskirts of New Hampshire. The town itself was small and enclosed, there wasn't much to it. Everything sat next too each other in a boring straight line, outside each store was a thick black lamp post, it's light lit up the cracked pavement. The town square held the whipping post, dried blood stained the wood. It wasn't short of visitors, in the town of Tocurra there was always someone with devils inside them. Tocurra was a god fearing town and the biggest grandest building was the church, the symbol of the cross lay a top it's pointy steeple. Across town was the lodging house, town folk refused to go up there unless they had too. Screams errupted at all hours of the night and people have been known to just vanish. The house maidens were too strange for their liking and they were rarely seen in town, when they were people stayed away from them as much as humanly possible. Strangers weren't welcome in Tocurra.

Wearily the newest stranger made his way down the main street of Tocurra, the lights were just beginning to dim. As his black boots collided with the cobblestones, he hoped he would find a lodging house soon. The thick fur on his shoulders did nothing to keep him warm and he thought for sure he would freeze. He stopped an odd looking youth, asking him for directions to a lodging house. The youth just looked up at him, his eyes wide. Gently he lent out and touched the fur on his shoulders, strange sounds emerging from his throat.

"My name is John and I'm looking for a lodging house." He pulled out a few silver coins, "I will give you some shillings for your kindness"

Again the boy just looked up at him confused with his words, John thought that the boy must be the villiage idiot.

"Raver doesn't speak anymore" A soft voice spoke from behind him, John turned and looked at the small girl who got his attention. She couldn't of been more than fourteen. Her father must of sent her out for mead or cyder.

"Could you tell me where I could spend the night?" John asked kindly, slowly the girl stepped away his big frame scaring her. "I won't hurt you girl, I just want a place to sleep"

"There is a lodging house at the end of this road sir"

"Thank you child"

"But sir I wouldn't go up there if I were you"

"Why ever not child?"

"People who go up there, don't come back."

"No one has survived?"

"Only Raver, he spent the night and the devil took his tongue, it is said that they used it to paint the lodging house"

John had had enough of the ramblings, he just wanted to sleep and rest. "Thank you child"

"You were warned sir" She looked up at him sadly before taking Raver's hand and pulling him off the street.

The big sign couldnt be missed even if it was a bit dirty and falling apart. As a light sprinkle of rain began to fall he quickly made his way up the long cobbled drive-way to the house. Swiftly he made his way up the rickety steps, the wood cracking under his weight. He tapped loudly on the frame hoping that he wasn't too late. He was slightly taken aback when a young lady answered instead of the old maid he had pictured in his head. Stray blonde hair fell out from behind her bonnet. Her long red and black triple layer dress hung neatly on her curvy body. She smiled at him nicely, it was the kind of smile that could put anyone at ease.

"Good evening Ma'am" He bowed politely, "Have you got a room spare?"

"We do sir. Its one shilling for a night"

He dug in his pocket and pulled out a silver coin. "Thank you Madam"

"Do you have any bags?"

He shook his tired head, just wanting to go to sleep

"Please sign your name then I'll show you to your room" She handed him a quill and a bit of paper. He signed his name quickly then handed it back to her. She studied it for a moment. Looking up at him she smiled again. "Welcome to the Lodging House Mr Layfeild"

She opened the door and let him in, "My name is Patience"

He shook her hand gently as if she would break.

"And this is my cousin Kenai"

Suddnely a blind pain ran up his spine, as he fell forward the last thing he saw was the axe coming out of his back. His dead corpse hit the floor with a dull thud. Kenai looked at her cousin smiling, the bloody axe resting on her shoulder like a baseball bat.

"Well that was fun" Kenai looked over the dead body "It was the wrong one though"

"Well we will have to keep going until we find the right one"

"Who's doing the butchering tonight, you or me?"

"You can Patience, we all know you love it" Kenai cackled evily, blood piling down her dress.

They looked at the body once again as it was dragged down to the parlour. The parlour stank of rotting flesh and decomposed corpses, "We will find a way home Patience" Kenai soothed as she pulled off John's arm as if it were nothing.

"I hope so, I miss home ever so much"

"So do I. In the meantime I am getting hungry again"

"Your always hungry" Patience rolled her eyes at her cousin as she began to eat the flesh.

As they chopped his body into peices ready for eating through the centuries the man known as John Bradshaw Layfield vanished forever, deep in his spine was a deep cut as if he were struck with an axe.