Chapter One: The Ungrateful Dead

The sent of blood filled the room. Phoebe turned around to see stains everywhere. Detective Morris approached her and witnessed first-hand her disgust.

"Phoebe? You OK?"

Phoebe turned and said, "No…" She gaped as she took in her frightful surroundings.

"I can hear them screaming…"

"If you want to leave, I'll understand."

Phoebe's new empathy power also heightened her power to see into the past. She felt the children's pain. The room was filled with the scattered remains of more than a dozen children.

"… Who could have done this?" Phoebe whispered mostly to herself.

Having heard her, "I don't know. But I've never seen anything from the likes of this. That's why I called you. I thought it looked demonic."

"I have no answers for you at this time Detective, but I need to get out of this room." Phoebe bolted for the door, being followed closely by Morris. As soon as she had left the room she felt the emotional pain begin to subside. Morris looked at her and asked again, "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Darryl, I just need a moment. I've never felt that much agony in one room. It'll be a few until I can regain my strength." Phoebe bent over and sat against the wall, her knees in her chest. She began to silently weep.

"Sure." He followed her lead and sat down beside her. He put his arm around her and she welcomed the friendly touch. She wiped the drying tears from her eyes and nodded her head. Phoebe got up and prepared herself as she re-entered the room that had nearly forced her onto the floor.

"Let's get this over with," she said, again mainly to herself. The stench of the decaying blood and severed limbs climbed their way back into Phoebe's nostrils. She nearly gagged, but still continued on, trying to find any clue to help Darryl in his investigation.

Phoebe closed her eyes and recited to Darryl what she saw."There were… 15 of them. This was their playroom. They ranged from the ages of 3 to 11."

"Yea, that's right. What else do you see," Darryl asked attentively.

"Umm… I see… Oh God!" Phoebe moved to the center of the room where the dark vibes were the strongest. She put her hands up to her head and cried out in agony as the pain began to overwhelm the struggling witch.

"Phoebe!" Darryl rushed to her side, attempting to keep her from falling down.

"I'm ok." She waved him aside and regained her stance.

Phoebe began pacing the room piecing together what happened the night of the massacre. It's definitely evil she thought to herself.

"Oh, those poor children," she cried. "I see him! He's 7 foot 3. Has a large nose and is very white. His eyes…" she closed her eyes and saw through the eyes of one of the deceased children. "His eyes are glowing bright white… It's coming at me. Oh God it's devouring my leg! Ahhhhh… Someone help me!!" she screamed.

Darryl rushed over to her side and shouted, "Phoebe! Open your eyes. You're safe. I'm right here. Ugh… Leo! Leo!"

In a beam of bright light Leo Wyatt stood before Darryl and saw Phoebe lying in his arms crying out and writhing in pain. "What happened?"

Darryl tried to support Phoebe but was unsuccessful and she fell to the floor, convulsing. "I don't know! Get her out of here fast!"

Leo grabbed a hold of Phoebe and Daryl as they left the deadly scene. Seconds later they appeared in the Halliwell Manor. Leo led Daryl into the family room and told him to lay Phoebe down on the couch. Phoebe had tears streaming from her face clear down to her chin. Having heard Phoebe cry out in pain, Piper and Paige moved into the family room.

Paige ran to Phoebe's side, "Phoebe! Oh my God! What happened to her?!"

Piper grabbed a pillow off the adjacent sofa and put Phoebe's head on top of it. Phoebe squirmed a little, but then relaxed and fell into a deep state of comatose.