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"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Susan said after she had closed the door, although she wasn't too sure about that. Neither Dean nor William didn't say anything, and Will had tears in her eyes.

"Let's go back." Said Will with such a fragile voice that Susan under other circumstances would have thought it came from someone else.

The huge basement felt even colder and darker than before, some of the lightbulbs must have gone out without their notice while they looked into the other room, so when Dean asked if they could leave, everybody agreed. First went Dean with William, then came Susan with Will right behind. Will looked steadily back over her shoulder, the feeling of being observed was overwhelming.

They left the murky old basement and as the passed the switch, Will turned off the light the same way she had previously turned it on. As she closed the door behind her, she made sure it was properly shut. They hurried up the stairs and back into the corridor. Will felt a rush of relief when they five minutes later sat in the living room and nothing bad had happened. However, because her mind had been wrapped in fear on her way back she didn't think to take of her robe, so she was still wearing it when she sat down. Dean looked at his watch; it was five minutes to four o'clock. So they had a couple of minutes left until the lawyer would arrive, Will and Susan went back to their bedrooms and begun to pack their things. Inside her room, Will hung off her robe on a hook next to the door and begun packing. She stuffed away her pyjamas and necessaries in her bag, the things belonging to William she gave to her mother so she could pack it away together with her own stuff. For some reason still not understood by Will, her mother always seemed to be able to pack an impossible amount of clothes and other things in her suitcase. If Will had been asked doing that, she would have shrunken everything until was room enough for it all.

The clock was five past four when they again sat together in the living room. Dean was currently trying to turn on the TV, but to his surprise he didn't manage it, no matter what he did the only result he got was; Channel one: Fog! Channel two: Snow! Channel three: More snow. Channel four: Black! He turned around and smiled to Will and said, "Hey Will, it seems I am in need for your technical assistance. I seem to be unable to turn this thing on. You think you could lend me a hand?"

Happy to get her thoughts out and up from the cellar, Will went to assist him. She jogged over to the TV, put her hand behind it, and gave the old TV a knock. This was of course just a diversion so Dean wouldn't realize that the TV would have turned on no matter what sort of "technical" assistance she gave it. Channel four went on, and showed famous collections of stamps from around the world.

The program ended half an hour later, and neither of the viewers found themselves more interested in stamps than they had been half an hour earlier. Dean looked at his watch again; "half past five, he should be here any minute now." A new program about vanishing bees appeared, and outside the sun was on its way down. A little while into the program, Dean took up his mobile phone, who Will knew called itself Siemen for some reason…, and phoned the lawyer's office.

"Yes hello, it is Dean…., Yes, Okay,…, what do you mean by that….Oh I see…. Are you sure? How long?" Dean talked to his phone, and Will wondered what it was. Finally, the conversation ended and her stepfather hung on.

"I called the lawyer office and asked why our lawyer is so late," Dean said with a down struck voice. "Then they told me the appointment wasn't before tomorrow!

"What?" said Susan.

"I know" Dean continued, "but following the letter I got, the date today is correct. I guess somebody must have messed up when they wrote the letter. Nobody at the lawyer's office knew about it but the person I spoke with said they was sorry for this and will send a lawyer with the testament over here tomorrow as early as they can."

Nobody in the room were particular happy about this turn of the events.

"You mean we will stay here for another night!" Will nearly screamed.

"Will!" Susan scolded, "You will be home and be able to see your friends again soon enough, it really doesn't matter if we are staying here one more night. We all got a couple of days off, so one extra day together will not harm."

Will answered back with desperation in her voice, "Can't we at least travel down to the village and see if we can find a room there. That would be so much better than staying up here for another night!"

"Will calm down," her mother said, not wanting a fight with her daughter. "If the lawyer comes early tomorrow then it will be all fine, as for sleeping in the village tonight, I am afraid that is out of option."

"Why," Will said and stared angrily at Susan.

"When we ordered food there yesterday, I asked if there was any place for us to stay for the night, but the man who took our order said the only hotel there shut their doors right after the asylum had closed. Apparently, they didn't have enough guests anymore when relatives of the patients stopped coming. Therefore we will be staying here for another night."

"Shall I help unpack our things again since you already had to pack it a little while ago?" Dean said it to be nice to his wife, but his voice clearly stated that he didn't look forward to one more night.

Will was just afraid and angry, afraid because she couldn't get away, and angry because she couldn't tell anyone for the reasons for her fears. She rose up and begun walking, without any goal in mind, she ended up in the kitchen; sat down on a chair and tried to think. Her gaze wandered around before her eyes fell on the thick books she had brought with her from the office earlier today. Having nothing better to do, and perhaps learn something more she began reading again, this time more slowly. It didn't take long before she came over a new disappearance.

6. July 1870

Nine month since brother Addams mysteriously vanished, we had a new case of disappearance. Brother Abe Johnson unexpectedly disappeared last night. He was last seen when he went to his room for the evening, and thought nothing in his room is missing that should suggest he would leave; his books laid scattered on the floor and his bed stood askew. Johnson is a careful man who like to have his room neat and tidy, even when he have the luxury of having a room on his own. We looked through the entire building and on the outside, but no one had even see him leave. Tomorrow we will seek help from the hunters again to look further into the forest.
The garden are in need of more water, the peas are not growing well and McKinley fell asleep during dinner.

7. July 1870

We will have help from three bear hunters who are in the area, Johan van Hein, Jacob Wilhelmsen and Henri Fjord. Four of our monks will accompany them and look for our lost brother. I hope that if it is Gods will, Brother Johnson will be found again. The weather has not been all too good lately, much clouds and wind, but no rain so far, at least that mean the rivers will not be big enough to be a hindrance

The passage was short and ended there, Will worked herself down the page and the following ones, but the only conclusion was that no one had been found. As the years went on, the daily work continued as before and the teenage witch learned more than she ever wanted about the monotone life of a monastery. Sometime they got visits from some dignitaries or relatives, or some from the monastery wanted to leave and move on with new things in life. But time again and again there was somebody who disappeared without any trace, and she could see how the thoughts of the author were saddened by this. Around the 1890's there was a new author, apparently the old one died of old age or couldn't see good enough to write anymore. It seemed the new author, Brother Jan Mayen, put more effort trying to solve the riddle behind the mysterious disappearances. He came up with several theories ranging from carefully planned escapes, to wild animals, but something caught Wills attention. From one of his wilder theories about abduction by angels, he had suddenly turned to the old Indian legend from this place, and Will red…

14. April 1892

Today my thoughts wandered back to the legends about this place, and I started to think what the old people had told me when I first came her as a young devote soul in search of God. This place was of old Indian lands, and natives here kept a legend attached to it that made my soul shiver. I first learned about it when I was looking through the first annals written for this monastery. A demon is said once to have roamed this land and prayed on the people who lived her, but a nameless hero put an end to it. I couldn't find anything more written about the legend, but an old friend of mine who is a hunter, passed by on his way back from the mountains today. He knows a lot of old stories, so after dinner today asked him if he knew anything more about it.
I was right, my friend knew about this story; he told me the Indians had called it Ngh-haa. The story he told me was this.
Once upon a time, long ago there was a war between two tribes. War between those two was nothing unusual, but this particular war was especially bitter. This region normally had a lot of various animals; elk, deer, beavers, bears and smaller animals beside of fish in the river and nuts and other vegetables the forest provides. However, one year the animals kept away, and the harvest from the forest was very small. This made it hard for the two tribes who lived there to find enough food to feed themselves and no one wanted to move. Therefore, the men had to go further and further away for every day that passed to hunt, leaving their children, wives and elders back home. One day, the hunters from one of the tribes came back with plenty of game for them all, members from the other tribe came to them begging for food, but they were refused and left to starve and many of their clansmen died of hunger. Weeks later, when the men in the first tribe again were out on hunting, the other tribe, driven by hunger attacked those people from the first tribe who stayed behind. Their attack was primarily to take whatever they could find of food, perhaps corn, stored meat and beasts, not to go to war, but those who were guarding their precious food put up a fierce resistance, even though they were completely outnumbered. Soon many of the defenders were dead and quite a number of attackers too. However, the other tribe had reached its goal and took with them what edible they could find, now it was the survivors of the first tribe who were left to starve. It took a long time before the hunters came back again with food this time, and when they finally did, they found that most of their beloved ones who had survived the attack had perished from hunger. Filled with wrath, the men turned to their shaman and asked him to revenge their dead ones. The shaman then turned to his most powerful sacred objects, lined them up, and from them he called upon an unholy spirit from the world beyond and ordered it to attack their enemies. It was said this demon came from the deepest of hell, its body dark as night and wrapped in a layer of mist, it moved in the shadows and left a trace of horror wherever it went. The other tribe was taken completely by surprise and nearly obliterated, only some few were left alive. But when the creature had done its deed, he refused to go back from where it came and killed the shaman who had summoned him, thereafter it started to torment the last tribe. Suddenly at nights, people would disappear without a trace, and those few who were found again had been ripped to pieces beyond recognition. This terror continued for several years, and many of the remaining clansmen left their tribe and escape to other land until one day, one young and brave warrior decided to stop the monster. He dug up the sacred objects that had been buried together with the shaman and went looking for the demon. He looked for several days, but could not find it, nor did he really know what to do when he encountered the beast. Then one night he felt himself being observed even though he was far away from people. He knew the creature was close. When he later fell asleep, his late father's spirit came in a dream to guide him. He dreamed he chanted out a spell and saw the sacred objects he had brought with him had strange carved symbols that started to glow, and when they did so, a dark shadow was sucked into them. When he woke up the next day, he knew what to do. On a clearing on the top of a small hill, he placed the sacred objects in a circle and dug them half down into the earth so they should be hard to spot. He then sat down in the middle of the circle and waited. The following night, the terror of the forest came again, but the young warrior was ready for him. It was a moonless night and almost pitch dark, only the stars gave light to the sky above. The man felt a fear beyond belief while he sat there alone and the shadow crept closer to him. Just at the last possible moment, he turned around to face the creature and chanted the spell. The demon let out a horrible scream when it split apart and was pulled into each of the objects that lay hidden in the ground. The next morning he buried the objects deep into the hill where he stood, after that he sent a prayer to his father and ancestors and thanked them for their help. After that, no monster or demon were seen again, its terror sealed away and buried so no one would find it.

So ended my friend's story. I got a dreadful feeling that whatever that had been sealed away in those objects, has been disturbed and is now terrorizing us. The mysterious disappearances this monastery have experienced over the years are way too similar to what happened in the legend to be a coincidence. My fear is that this very monastery lies on the same spot where those objects have been buried, and some of them must have been accidently broken. There is a tiny village and some farms further down, but none of those has reported any disappearances or other unnatural phenomena, so it is likely to believe that this creature is somehow restricted to this house for now. I do not know if I hold the power to exorcise the demon back to hell, but in the name of God our Lord I will find those broken objects, repair them and bury them so no one will be able to find them again. Tomorrow, I will have both the garden and the basement carefully dug up so I can look for them and hopefully put an end to this.

15. April 1892

Today I called on my brothers to help me dig in the garden. I have not told them the real reason for doing so because I fear no one would believe me if I did, luckily we have not planted any seeds for this year yet so I could do so under the excuse to turn the soil to give it some air. Nothing have been found so far with the exception of natural rocks of various sizes.

For several passages there was written about how the scribe, who Will by now understood also was head of this monastery, turned the garden up-side down without finding anything. Will was wondering how the other monks could do so much work, which in her eyes was meaningless, without complaining, but then again, that was other times and people was more inclined to follow orders from authority without questions.

2. May 1892

I am sure there is nothing to be found in the gardens or other places around the monastery where the objects could have been disturbed when this place was built. Now, the only place left too look is in the basements, neither of them have any proper floor yet, only bare soil. I will on our collegial meeting next week, put forward a proposal for laying new floors and if that will pass, I will have an excuse for digging there too.

Here, Will slipped forward to the date for the meeting, and brother Mayen got his will regarding new floors. There had been complains earlier about rats and mice that came up from there, and they used to store grain and corn in the basement so a floor was a welcome proposal that was met with enthusiasm. A month later the work began, and the monk started writing about his progress again.

4. June 1892

Today I begun to dig, I have not found anything yet but I feel I should hurry. No one have disappeared for a while so I am afraid someone while go missing soon if I not find out of this.
The weather have been great lately and this year's crops will be a rich one, it is clear the job we did with turning the soil did wonders. A new arrangement for how the kitchen shall be managed is under discussion, brother Smith and Smuhle disagree over their share.

5. June 1892

Late this day I found what I have been locking for so long. I was digging close to the left corner in the innermost part of the basement when I found them. There are twelve objects which all had been buried on the same place so I am sure that must be all of them. Each have on a close inspection different symbols carved into them. The objects seem to be old, are made of various materials such as wood, bone, ceramic, stone, and are of different shape but have the same size that fit in a palm. But most importantly, all of the four objects made out of ceramic were been broken in several pieces undoubtedly happened when the basement was dug out several years ago. I have spent the entire time since then gluing the pieces together again, but I have no idea if that alone will work and to my horror I suddenly realized I do not know what words were being said to trap the demon all those years ago! I will, when the glue have dried, open my Bible and read from it together with all prayers I know and hope that something will work.
I guess I now can give the permission for beginning to lay down the new floor, most of the work we will do ourselves, but some carpenters are hired to help with the more elaborate parts.

6. June 1892

This day have been the most horrible day in my life, but at the same time the greatest one in my life as a humble monk, perhaps this was the reason why God led me to this monastery. I managed after hours of tries to banish this abdominal beast into the old objects again. For hours I red loudly, chanted out prayers, psalms and verses from the book of books, before I finally did it. Know this you who read my writing, to seal away this demon read aloud and with a clear voice this three prayers, from the books of Psalms; 51: 1-8, from the book of Exodus; 33:13 and from Jonah's prayer; 2:2-9 while the sacred objects are set in a circle in front of you. When I did so, I and everyone else in the monastery, heard a scream, a horrible scream that is the sound of the most unholy demon. Around me from every corner a mist dark as the pits of hell appeared. I feared the beast had come for me, and it felt like my soul would freeze and that I never would see the next day. The mist however, was dragged into the four ceramic objects I so carefully had repaired, and while that went on, the symbols on their sides glowed. The shadow tried to grab whatever it found and hold onto it, but to no avail. Only a moment after it first appeared, it was gone. Tomorrow I will bring the objects with me deep into the woods and bury them on a place I hope they never will be disturbed again.
At mass later, I let the monks sing twice as many hymns to praise than what is normally recommended, and I joined them with great joy and delight.

Finally, Will had found the answer to what had happened back then and how this whole thing began. The question now was, why did people start disappearing again if the monk had sealed away the demon repaired the objects and hidden them away. Had they been found and broken again or…? Suddenly the mysterious little trips made by Mr. Henderson and Ms. Betty into the forest seemed not so mysterious anymore. Will thought she would have to make a little visit into the old man's office tonight and have a look for more clues.