AN:OCs are mine, everything else isn't.
Chapter 5
"MacInshire Family Massacre Ends Killing Spree'." Don read, "'On the night of July 7 1913 Mr. And Mrs. MacInshire as well as their four children, Peter, Kathryn, Marie, and Peggy MacInshire were viciously murdered. The assault took place in their own home, 833 West White road…' West White… Wait. Isn't that the address of the house you crashed into?"
Raph continued to stare at the article. Don wasn't sure if he was intentionally being ignored, or if this was some sort of symptom of whatever was ailing Raph.
So he just kept reading.
The article went on to describe how a pair of murders, Norman Curr and Dick Swaysi, had broke into the house sometime around sunset. The duo had been on a killing spree. The Razorblades, as they had been named, had already committed multiple murders before the MacInshire family, using their signature weapon for which they were named.
Don tried not to look at the black and white photos. In 1913 the police didn't try to screen the press from the crime, so the story was littered with pictures of the murdered family. They were… bloody, to say the least.
Mr. MacInshire had been sick with a nasty cold that fateful day. So he had been easily overpowered, and his young son Peter (13) tried to defend his mother and sisters. However he was small for his age, and two against one have never been good odds. The women… well, Don tried not to read into the details of their deaths, but they were slow and painful.
Around 8:30 Mr. MacInshire's boss, Mr. Wellsworth, arrived at the house. He and the family had planed to have dinner together, a dinner that Mr. Wellsworth was late to, since he had to pick up his twin brother, Detective Frank Wellsworth, from the train station. The visit had been a surprise and Mr. Wellsworth hoped that his tardiness would be forgiven and that Mrs. MacInshire had made enough for one more. It had been a long train ride from Pennsylvania and Detective Wellsworth was ravishing.
The brothers arrived too late to save the family, but the Switchblades were still, Don shivered, enjoying themselves. Sick bastards.
Anyway, long story short, the Wellsworth brothers subdued the murderers and when the article was written Norman Curr and Dick Swaysi were locked up and awaiting trial.
"I hope they fried in the electric chair." Don thought. Though a pacifist, people like Norman Curr and Dick Swaysi made Don's skin crawl, and owed their due punishment in his eyes.
Raph didn't read the editorial. He didn't need to. He had been there, saw it all, in his dream. Though Raph didn't think it was a just a dream anymore.
There was one picture that caught Raph's eye more than any other. It was a picture of Peggy MacInshire, before that night.
She was playing with her siblings. She was happy, and laughing. The picture captured her sitting on a swing holding a homemade turtle doll in her lap.
Smaller, but it was the same turtle doll.
Without another word Raph ran into the garage.
"Raph!" Don protested, "Raph wait up!"
An: Sorry about the short chapter but the orgin of the creature/ghost/whatever has always been my favorite part of a suspense story.