Chapter10

Hello once again, thanks to all who have reviewed so far.

This chapter was written under the influence of 'Looking Glass' by the most awesome band The Birthday Massacre (I had it on repeat for hours!)

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The park just down the road from Kirsty's house was busy today.

It was filled with children who were using their Saturday off school to catch up with some very much missed play.

It was the same most weekends, when Saturday rolled around you could expect to see most of the neighbourhood kids playing on the swings, running around crazy, playing football and anything else they could fit into their short but busy little day off.

Kirsty watched them quietly, smiling every so often when a little girl would tell off one of the boys for cheating at their game of tag.

Kirsty's reason for being at the park today was not just to relax and enjoy the sunshine, but also to meet up with an old friend she knew from college.

Sarah Hardy had been friends with Kirsty from the very start of their college lives, they had been roommates and knew each other inside out.

Sarah was the only person Kirsty could trust enough to reveal her situation to and deeply hoped she would not send her off to the Looney bin after she told her.

'Hey there old lady which one of these rug rats is yours?' a female voice called out in Kirsty's direction.

Kirsty turned quickly to see her friend walking briskly towards her, arms outstretched.

'None thank you very much, I still have a long time to go before I have to worry about kids' Kirsty laughed to her friend whilst walking over and giving her a big hug.

'What about you, any sign of settling down yet you old hag?' Kirsty teased.

'Hag? Well anymore of that and I wont be sharing this delicious bottle of whiskey I brought with me' Sarah laughed.

Sarah had been a lot like Kirsty back in college; very shy, quiet and just kept herself to herself.

But the last few years had really helped her to blossom into a confident and intelligent young woman, who knew how to party!

Kirsty helped her friend with her bags and looped her arm in hers.

'Shall we? I know this nice little coffee shop not too far from here' Kirsty asked.

'Lets, we've got a bit of catching up to do missy' Sarah smiled.

'Oh my god and do you remember that football player that asked you out? He was gorgeous! Wonder whatever happened to him?' Sarah said reliving Kirsty's past exploits.

'Oh he got married a few years ago, yeah I got an invite to the wedding but I didn't really feel up to it' Kirsty cringed slightly.

'Never mind love, someday you'll meet someone' Sarah said sounding like one of Kirsty's elderly neighbours.

Kirsty and Sarah had spent most of the afternoon in the coffee shop just reminiscing and going over some good times, something Kirsty missed she thought to herself.

There was another reason for Kirsty phoning Sarah to meet up, a bit devious she had to admit but necessary.

You see all through college Sarah had become quite fascinated by the occult, unexplained mysteries, the obscure, the paranormal, the idea of heaven and hell, the mind, anything that couldn't be easily explained away by science.

She was quite an expert, in college she wrote her thesis on Mainstream Religions and Apocalyptic Cults, earning her quite a bit of respect from local underground groups.

She could probably have given Channard a run for his money, she most likely would have come across some of the texts Channard had read when he was researching his theory of the mind.

Kirsty wanted to show the ancient books she had at home to her, maybe she would be able to help Kirsty.

'I have a favour to ask' Kirsty asked.

'Sure what do you need?' Sarah asked whilst blowing on her hot cup of coffee.

Kirsty wasn't really sure how to tell her about Pinhead or the other cenobites, hell or her father so she kept it simple for now.

'Would you have a look through some old papers for me? You're the expert on all things a bit weird and I would love to know what you think of them' Kirsty asked hopefully.

'Bit weird? Full weird thank you very much! Yeah no problem ill have a look tonight.' Sarah said happily.

Kirsty smiled, she was glad of the help.

Walking into Kirsty's flat all Sarah could see was papers, EVERYWHERE.

'Erm girl I love you but it has to be said…you're a slob!' Sarah giggled.

Walking over to where Kirsty had been sitting the previous night Sarah looked down to the last page Kirsty had been attempting to read through.

Sarah's face quickly paled.

Kirsty noticed instantly. Sarah was only ever quiet when she was asleep, studying or worried.

Sarah slowly dropped to her knees to look through the other pages.

'This…this is…unbelievable, where did you get these books from? What are you doing with them anyway Kirsty?' Sarah whispered still in shock, her hands clutching the pages shaking nervously.

Kirsty took a deep breath, she had a lot to say and a long night ahead of them. Probably should have had some of that whiskey first.

'I need your help' was all Kirsty could mutter.

Reading through the many pages Kirsty had obtained, Sarah was in her own personal heaven, reading these ancient pages and marvelling over the incredible pictures only increased her hunger for more.

This was like her own personal treasure trove, filled with horror.

Some of the books Sarah had try to get a hold of for years, many of them proving just too elusive for her.

'Well this is…' Sarah started but just couldn't find the words.

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'Unbelievable' she whispered as Kirsty walked towards her.

'I mean I know some underground black market guys who would give their soul for some of these books'

'And this book here was thought to have been lost hundreds of years ago'

Sarah was now flicking through said book, Kirsty noticed it was the book Channard had with the picture of Elliot in and diagrams of the box.

Sarah stopped at a particular page that seemed to go into detail about the box and its intricate patterns fashioned on all sides.

'I mean this book if found in the wrong hands could show you how to open the gates of Hell, I mean as long as you had this little puzzle box of course, because that's a kind of key' Sarah said with the sort of excitement you would see in a child on Christmas Day.

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'You mean this box' was all Kirsty whispered.

Sarah looked up slowly, her eyes wide.

'Holy shit'

Yup holy shit indeed folks ;) reviews are awesome! x