The book being in French kind of P.O.'ed me, but I wouldn't detour from my investigation and this little might actually be helpful in getting to know a few residence of Springfield - in case I would need help later. -
At the moment I had drove into town and was searching for the university, maybe there would be someone that can help me translate this book and get something on this cryptic message I found on the sheath.
I stopped at a few convenient stores to get some directions and found the large, six story concrete building between a Pipe's semester and adult books store and Lard Lad. It was kind of hard to find a parking space do to the former's popularity, I found a place a block away and walk into lobby and looked around; the place was a bit small for a univeristy this size, the walls were white with a few landscape paintings on the wall and a fake plant in the corner, at the information desk I saw someone very familiar was working behind the counter of the lobby. The person was a girl with long purple hair and deep garnet eyes, her skin was a bit pale and she wore blue sweater.
"Hello there," I said as I walked up to desk trying not to be nervous in case I would say something embressing. "I'm wondering if I could get some kind of help me translate something for me, or at least a book on French I can use."
The girl, who appears to be 9 years older than I am, looked at me and raised a brow; she return to whatever she is doing.
"What's your name?" She asked as she shifted some papers around and placed them into the outbox.
"Maggie Simpson," she stopped and gave me a look; I finally realized from the hair color and the eyes who this girl was.
"Terri?"
"Maggie Simpson," Terri said as she stood up and smiled, it has been a while since we both last seen each other, "it has been so long since I've seen you around."
"Yeah, I know" I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck. This was kind of akward "it has been a while, I came back for my mom's funeral."
"Oh my," Terri said as she pressed a hand against her chest and looked at me with simpathetic eyes, "I'm sorry to hear that."
"That's..... Alright, I came here to clear up some unfinished business with her and I came across this." I held up the book, she gave it a glance than returned her focus on me, "I came here in hope I could get some help."
"I would ask why didn't go to the local library but I heard they converted the children's area into a porn section than converted that into a salad bar," Terri shrugged and gave me a friendly smile. "I can give this to someone that owns me a personal favor if you're willing to wait a few days."
I shrugged and handed the book to Terri, she flashed a strange smile to hide the fact might she wanted something in return. "Thank you, would you mind if I go to the library area? I need to check something important up."
Terri shook her head and reached under the counter and pulled out a drawer, she retrieve a yellow badge marked visitor and handed it to me.
"Go down the hall and take the elevator to the second floor, follow the signs to the library."
I took the tacky badge and went to the elevators, I saw Milhouse Von Houette walk down to the psychological wing but choose to go up to the second floor and follow the signs to the large library.
I looked around and approached the information desk and stopped dead when I read the name place:
I almost turn and walked away when a heavy set man in this brown suit popped up from underneath with a small stack of books, he had short but messy blue hair and this long scar running from his forehead to his chin, it was covering one eye that was permanently shut. The scared eye had a monocle over it.
I walked to the desk anyway, I want to know what drove my mother to utter maddness at many means. Any means.
I said in a soft tone, "I'm looking for something that could tell me about this." I reached into a pocket and pulled out the sheet of paper that held the etching I copied and showed him, I hope this isn't the same Ralf that went to Lisa's school years ago.
"Ralf remembers, Ralf thinks there's something like that in the occult section."
Never mind.
"Yes, Ralf remembers a book published by a local named Devin Mortson. It's was published in 1907 about the local legends." He rubbed his chin and kind of stared off into space. "Number 49-D in the black area."
I nodded and looked around, there were a colored strip on top of shelves with numbers under them.
"Oh, and Maggie."
I stopped while I felt my blood freeze; I hadn't informed him who I was. I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Remember, those that speak in third person like Ralf are ether dump or crazy."
I nodded; it sounded like "good" that I could let sink in for later and I went off to find the book, with each step I felt like my legs were lead and someone was melting off the weight. It took me a moment and found the black area, another moment I found the section that held the stuff from 20-D to 60-E and finally found "the dark legends of Springfield" by Devin Mortson. I noted on how well read the thing looked and how thin it is for a book about something occult, but this is about Springfield.
With a shrug I found a table and sat down to read through the book until I found what I was looking for:
a day where the sun is a dark tint of red and the night has a new moon
will be born a horrid monster.
This is the legend of the Jabber clan, a rich family from the land of the
highlanders. Some say the Jabber clan was driven out of Scotland for practicing a form of devil worship.
I turn the page and found that was all about this Jabber clan. I felt kind of screwed. Putting the book back and leaving my mind rolled the information about the Jabber clan around my head, and try to figure out how do Bart and mom fit into this.
Can Bart be the special child?
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Sorry for the inconvenice of removing the third chapter (at the time of this posting), but I realized I am not very happy with the flow of this story and took it down for retooling.
If you have any suggestions to make this story please, share.
And thank you for reading.