The police came 30 minutes just after we got Kyle in. They came with
an ambulance, as the pediatricians examined him. Kyle was shivering cold.
After the examination and a few shot, Kyle was really alive, but still
looked like he just came from an igloo. Felecia and I sat next to him.
Felecia had her head rested on Kyle, Gently stroking him.
"Who the hell was that out there?" said Felecia.
"I don't know." I said. "Probably some psychopath who thinks he can just take children from their homes." I stood up and yawned. As I cracked my neck, Felecia started dripping tears, then sniffling, then really crying.
"What's wrong." I asked. I had no answer. I walked closer to Felecia and got very close to her. "Felecia. What's wrong?" that wouldn't help get an answer from her. She finally stood up covering her face from me. She turned away as if embarrassed by her weeping. I had to feel sympathy for her. Then she finally turned around and started speaking.
"You r-remember?" she said.
"No. What?"
"Mom said that there would be great things in store for our family. That the future was going to big and bright for all of us. But so far, this house, her passing, this maniac, well call me crazy but I don't think this was moms' idea of a future for us."
She stuttered while she spoke. I knew she was right all the way. She wiped away the rest of her tears with her cotton robe. The robe smudged her make-up, but she didn't care. It already dripped down her face from the crying. "Come on." I said. "Let's get some sleep."
With those words we crept into the same bed Kyle was in, turned off the light slept next to Kyle the entire time, not to let go anytime soon.
An echoing chat from the end of the corridor woke me. It was only 5:00, and still dark outside. Felecia was still sleeping and holding on to Kyle. I woke up to trace the talking noise I heard. I had to trace it out of my doorway. I slowly glided across the wooden floor, making not a sound. I came to the balcony above the entry hall and saw the doctor and dad were still awake.
"This is kid is lucky enough to be alive" said the doctor. "I don't know what did it, but it was like all his energy was sucked out of him."
"His blood?" asked Dad.
"His blood's still there and flowing fine. Its just his energy. If you ask me, Id say he lost his god given freewill. His soul."
Those words sent shivers down my spine. The doctor got up went to the small side table, and took a drink of Brandy. "I don't know what the hell would do such a thing like that," he continued. "but until the tests come back, were all a little mystified." He took one final drink of brandy, and sat down again.
"Who would have a grudge against us though?" my dad asked.
"Who ever wants you out," said the doctor. "That's who. People in this town hate this mansion. I'm not very familiar with the details, but it had to do with a murder that happened here.
"A Murder?"
"Well not just a murder." The doctor's expression changed. "People say it had to do with the entire Gracey family. They all died in this house in a very horrific way. People say the body of the late Master George Gracey is hidden somewhere within these walls. Of course it's just a legend."
"Doctor, are you trying to tell me this house is haunted by some dammed spirit who wants my kids."
"I'm not trying to tell you anything Keith. All I'm trying to tell you is the crazed Shit people will make for some plublicity in this shady town."
"Yeah. I noticed on the way here. The way they stared at us passing by. Like we were some freak show of nutcases."
"That's what this town is Keith. That's what this town is. Grace told you nothing of this mansion at all did she?"
"We just saw it willed to us in her will. I guess she already bought the place, and was waiting until the right time to give it to us. She knew she was dying. But how."
"She died of Mechosis right?"
"Yeah."
"Sometimes when the corpuscles try to attack invaders to the body such as cancer, and they can't destroy it. They call the brain. The brain acts in mysterious ways."
"Well, I still know little of this "Gracey" guy or his dammed body. Especially this history you speak of."
"There's a lot of things best not said Mr. Jackson. Say if you were to know, you'd be as superstitious as the whole town." The doctor sat back and looked more serious. "These people, in this town are nuts!"
"Nuts?"
"Crazy, insane, superstitious stuff. The town is a free walking asylum of Maniacs. Someone wants you gone Mr. Jackson. Gone for good."
"So are telling me I should leave this town, throw away this mansion, and head for the hills?"
"I'm not telling you to do nothing Keith. All I want to do is make up your damn mind. Just be careful.
the doctor walked for his suit case and was headed out the door. I would suggest to avoid too much public at all costs. Ill see you later." With those final words he walked out and closed the door with a thud. Dad stood there with a look I never saw before, he was neither angry, nor sad. It was both.
"You heard?" he said, obviously addressing me.
"Was I not suppose to?" I said.
"Don't worry Pete. Dr. Paulen is the best doctor in this god forsaken town." Dad breathed and took a drink of brandy. "I cant believe it. Already nine hours, and something wrong happens." Dad stood there with total silence. I walked up and went down the stairs. Dad still stood frozen in silence. I came up to him.
"It's okay Dad. It's not your fault."
The sun was coming up through the window, the dark lit bedroom, became a golden work of art, as light filled the room. It felt as if all the trouble here faded away with the darkness. As if happiness was back. By then, we all forgot Kyle's abduction. Even the Shrouded figure, that attacked me. I was still lying on my bed, I found Kyle snuggled up between. Felecia was sleeping on the bed opposite me. I nudged Kyle.
"Hey." I whispered. "Wake-up." Slowly he woke, and rubbed his eyes. He snuggled next to me again.
"I had a Scary Dweam Pete." He said. "There was big skwary person. She was all creepy."
"What makes you think it was a she?"
"I dunno. I just think it was. Can not wemember." I sat wondering. Did Kyle actually see the creature's face? Did he really think it was a dream? All for the better I hoped.
"Come on. Well miss breakfast."
Dad posted a sign on the front gate, saying:
BUTLERS
&
MAIDS WANTED
WILL PAY WELL
I was awoken when I heard dad on his cell phone. I heard brief mumbling. I followed the mumbling across the cold marble floor. I came to one open door, and peaked through it. I saw dad with his cell phone in hand. I listened closely to the conversation.
"When can you come in?" dad said. It was a loud cell phone too, so I heard the person on talking from the phone.
"When are you available?" His voice was dark and sinister. A soft but Erie dark tone was his voice. Almost, uncanny.
"Uh Tomorrow if that's okay with you sir. What was your name again? Mr..."
"Lexingham. And my brother Carlos, if that is appropriate for you. He is quite on the ball."
"The more the merrier I say. Thank you."
"Bye." With that last word from Lexingham Dad turned off his cell phone.
"That's one." I said "How many more do you think we can hire Dad?"
"Whoever is willing to take the job." Dads face turned to worry. "Pete, what did Kyles abductor look like?"
At that moment I saw myself again in the woods. With that White Cloaked faceless monster. His hellish red eyes glowing, blazing, and burning with anger, and blowing in the wind. Only too soon was I to find myself back in the same foyer with dad.
"I cant say dad." I lied. "It was too dark." I knew he wouldn't believe the truth.
"Thanks anyway." Dad said. "But none of you are leaving this house without adult supervision from either me, dick, or the butlers and maids. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. Felecia and Kyle are in the ballroom, helping Dick clean it up. I have to know more about this house."
"Me, Dick, and Felecia can go to the city library."
"How far is it?"
"A few blocks away. We can walk."
"Alright. Be back for dinner."
"7:30."
"Okay."
"Who the hell was that out there?" said Felecia.
"I don't know." I said. "Probably some psychopath who thinks he can just take children from their homes." I stood up and yawned. As I cracked my neck, Felecia started dripping tears, then sniffling, then really crying.
"What's wrong." I asked. I had no answer. I walked closer to Felecia and got very close to her. "Felecia. What's wrong?" that wouldn't help get an answer from her. She finally stood up covering her face from me. She turned away as if embarrassed by her weeping. I had to feel sympathy for her. Then she finally turned around and started speaking.
"You r-remember?" she said.
"No. What?"
"Mom said that there would be great things in store for our family. That the future was going to big and bright for all of us. But so far, this house, her passing, this maniac, well call me crazy but I don't think this was moms' idea of a future for us."
She stuttered while she spoke. I knew she was right all the way. She wiped away the rest of her tears with her cotton robe. The robe smudged her make-up, but she didn't care. It already dripped down her face from the crying. "Come on." I said. "Let's get some sleep."
With those words we crept into the same bed Kyle was in, turned off the light slept next to Kyle the entire time, not to let go anytime soon.
An echoing chat from the end of the corridor woke me. It was only 5:00, and still dark outside. Felecia was still sleeping and holding on to Kyle. I woke up to trace the talking noise I heard. I had to trace it out of my doorway. I slowly glided across the wooden floor, making not a sound. I came to the balcony above the entry hall and saw the doctor and dad were still awake.
"This is kid is lucky enough to be alive" said the doctor. "I don't know what did it, but it was like all his energy was sucked out of him."
"His blood?" asked Dad.
"His blood's still there and flowing fine. Its just his energy. If you ask me, Id say he lost his god given freewill. His soul."
Those words sent shivers down my spine. The doctor got up went to the small side table, and took a drink of Brandy. "I don't know what the hell would do such a thing like that," he continued. "but until the tests come back, were all a little mystified." He took one final drink of brandy, and sat down again.
"Who would have a grudge against us though?" my dad asked.
"Who ever wants you out," said the doctor. "That's who. People in this town hate this mansion. I'm not very familiar with the details, but it had to do with a murder that happened here.
"A Murder?"
"Well not just a murder." The doctor's expression changed. "People say it had to do with the entire Gracey family. They all died in this house in a very horrific way. People say the body of the late Master George Gracey is hidden somewhere within these walls. Of course it's just a legend."
"Doctor, are you trying to tell me this house is haunted by some dammed spirit who wants my kids."
"I'm not trying to tell you anything Keith. All I'm trying to tell you is the crazed Shit people will make for some plublicity in this shady town."
"Yeah. I noticed on the way here. The way they stared at us passing by. Like we were some freak show of nutcases."
"That's what this town is Keith. That's what this town is. Grace told you nothing of this mansion at all did she?"
"We just saw it willed to us in her will. I guess she already bought the place, and was waiting until the right time to give it to us. She knew she was dying. But how."
"She died of Mechosis right?"
"Yeah."
"Sometimes when the corpuscles try to attack invaders to the body such as cancer, and they can't destroy it. They call the brain. The brain acts in mysterious ways."
"Well, I still know little of this "Gracey" guy or his dammed body. Especially this history you speak of."
"There's a lot of things best not said Mr. Jackson. Say if you were to know, you'd be as superstitious as the whole town." The doctor sat back and looked more serious. "These people, in this town are nuts!"
"Nuts?"
"Crazy, insane, superstitious stuff. The town is a free walking asylum of Maniacs. Someone wants you gone Mr. Jackson. Gone for good."
"So are telling me I should leave this town, throw away this mansion, and head for the hills?"
"I'm not telling you to do nothing Keith. All I want to do is make up your damn mind. Just be careful.
the doctor walked for his suit case and was headed out the door. I would suggest to avoid too much public at all costs. Ill see you later." With those final words he walked out and closed the door with a thud. Dad stood there with a look I never saw before, he was neither angry, nor sad. It was both.
"You heard?" he said, obviously addressing me.
"Was I not suppose to?" I said.
"Don't worry Pete. Dr. Paulen is the best doctor in this god forsaken town." Dad breathed and took a drink of brandy. "I cant believe it. Already nine hours, and something wrong happens." Dad stood there with total silence. I walked up and went down the stairs. Dad still stood frozen in silence. I came up to him.
"It's okay Dad. It's not your fault."
The sun was coming up through the window, the dark lit bedroom, became a golden work of art, as light filled the room. It felt as if all the trouble here faded away with the darkness. As if happiness was back. By then, we all forgot Kyle's abduction. Even the Shrouded figure, that attacked me. I was still lying on my bed, I found Kyle snuggled up between. Felecia was sleeping on the bed opposite me. I nudged Kyle.
"Hey." I whispered. "Wake-up." Slowly he woke, and rubbed his eyes. He snuggled next to me again.
"I had a Scary Dweam Pete." He said. "There was big skwary person. She was all creepy."
"What makes you think it was a she?"
"I dunno. I just think it was. Can not wemember." I sat wondering. Did Kyle actually see the creature's face? Did he really think it was a dream? All for the better I hoped.
"Come on. Well miss breakfast."
Dad posted a sign on the front gate, saying:
BUTLERS
&
MAIDS WANTED
WILL PAY WELL
I was awoken when I heard dad on his cell phone. I heard brief mumbling. I followed the mumbling across the cold marble floor. I came to one open door, and peaked through it. I saw dad with his cell phone in hand. I listened closely to the conversation.
"When can you come in?" dad said. It was a loud cell phone too, so I heard the person on talking from the phone.
"When are you available?" His voice was dark and sinister. A soft but Erie dark tone was his voice. Almost, uncanny.
"Uh Tomorrow if that's okay with you sir. What was your name again? Mr..."
"Lexingham. And my brother Carlos, if that is appropriate for you. He is quite on the ball."
"The more the merrier I say. Thank you."
"Bye." With that last word from Lexingham Dad turned off his cell phone.
"That's one." I said "How many more do you think we can hire Dad?"
"Whoever is willing to take the job." Dads face turned to worry. "Pete, what did Kyles abductor look like?"
At that moment I saw myself again in the woods. With that White Cloaked faceless monster. His hellish red eyes glowing, blazing, and burning with anger, and blowing in the wind. Only too soon was I to find myself back in the same foyer with dad.
"I cant say dad." I lied. "It was too dark." I knew he wouldn't believe the truth.
"Thanks anyway." Dad said. "But none of you are leaving this house without adult supervision from either me, dick, or the butlers and maids. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. Felecia and Kyle are in the ballroom, helping Dick clean it up. I have to know more about this house."
"Me, Dick, and Felecia can go to the city library."
"How far is it?"
"A few blocks away. We can walk."
"Alright. Be back for dinner."
"7:30."
"Okay."