PART 2, THE FIRST EVIL, 1931-1933: Chapter 30 (UNEDITED)
Here is Chapter 30.
If you are just catching up, see the CHAPTERS section to read the Prologue-Chapter 29 before proceeding to the Chapter 30. Also, check out some further character development in some excerpts from the second draft in the SAMPLES section.
Otherwise, read from the word go :)
After Carl had left, Dorothy sat at her desk pouring over
the notes she had taken on the passages she had selected from The Child with the Black Eyes. She also had her textbook turned to the
section on Anton Alexandrescu. Dorothy
hoped that she would have information to compliment Tahatan’s tomorrow when her
friends came over after school. Dorothy
worked very intensely on her findings, aware that she still had schoolwork to
finish but something was driving her to work on this instead at the moment.
Dorothy was working hard and finally beginning to piece
things together when she sensed a presence in her doorway. Dorothy looked up to see her mother standing
there looking in at her and what Dorothy saw made her freeze with terror and
her heart lurch into her throat. Liz was
standing in the doorway with an almost sad smile on her face, holding a large
kitchen knife. Both of her wrists were
slashed and blood was gushing out from them and dripping onto the floor. Her eyes were glassy, seeming to be looking
but seeing nothing.
“Mom,” Dorothy croaked out.
“It’s better this way,” Liz said in a wistful voice.
Dorothy watched in horror as her mother brought the knife up
to her own throat and sliced the blade through the delicate flesh.
Matthew and Tahatan emerged from the car and walked over to
the one driven by Father Louis. Matthew
opened the passengers side of his car and retrieved a flashlight from the
glovebox. He shone it as he walked around
the priest’s car.
“Well nothing on the car seems to be disturbed,” Matthew
said. “Did you notice the car here this
morning? Maybe he was crazy enough to
return up here like the two of us.”
Tahatan let out a small chuckle as he adjusted the strap on
his satchel, but there was a touch of uneasiness in his voice. “I believe I arrived here before he did this
morning and I left through the brush that ended with me at the old security
building before I headed down the rest of the way so I wouldn’t have seen it if
it was here.”
“Well, maybe we should try to find him first,” Matthew
said. “I trust this place about as far
as I can throw it.”
Tahatan didn’t disagree.
They began walking on the property, passing the main building, the
second building, and making their way back to the small two-story house and the
toolshed in the back.
“Do you think he’s back here?” Matthew asked in a loud
Tahatan nodded. “I’m
feeling a presence back here. One that
They continued toward the back of the old house.
“Father!” Matthew called still in his loud whisper. The sounds of their shoes crunched on the
dried grass and dead fallen leaves.
“Father, are you back here?” Matthew asked again.
“Matthew?” a voice called from in the darkness. Another flashlight beam met that from
Matthew’s flashlight. Father Louis
revealed himself out from the shadows of the thick surrounding brush. The priest didn’t look all that surprised to
see Matthew and Tahatan there. He
appeared almost ghostly, wearing his long, black overcoat and his skin seemed
to glow in the light of the flashlight and the crescent moon that hung in the
“When did you two arrive here?” Father Louis asked.
“We just arrived,” Matthew said. “I actually thought your car was my
daughter’s boyfriend’s car until I got up a little closer. When did you arrive?”
“About twenty minutes ago,” the priest answered.
“So you did return here after this morning,” Tahatan said.
The priest nodded.
There was an uneasy silence between the three of them before Father
Louis began recounting of his experiences with the swirling fog that morning.
“And then I heard what sounded like the low tolling of a
bell off in the distance somewhere,” Father said finishing his story. “It sounded like no bells from this Earth
that I knew of and I couldn’t even begin to tell you of the terror I felt in
that moment. I left as quickly as
possible with the Lord on my side. But
the presence I felt as I made my way back through the woods…the pure essence of
evil is the only way I could describe.
As though whatever was here was literally hovering over my back.”
Matthew and Tahatan looked at one another before they went
into all that had occurred in Dorothy’s room and Tahatan relaying some of his
findings to Father Louis. The three men
stood in another state of silence before Tahatan spoke up again.
“Matthew, there is one more thing,” Tahatan said. “How much are you aware of the death of your
great grandfather Charles?”
“I know that he fell from the roof of a friend’s barn that
he was repairing. I also know that there
was some speculation that there was someone else up on the roof with him that
day, but nothing that had ever been proven with that. I heard the story from my grandparents and
the small amount from James Livingston’s journals.”
Tahatan nodded and said nothing further. Father Louis then spoke up. “When I was back here, I noticed what looked
to be a red glow off in the distance.
Near the lake where Tahatan and I were this morning. I haven’t gone back there and I wasn’t going to.”
“There is something back there that is connected to this
place and its’ happenings,” Tahatan said.
“Do you think we should go?” Matthew asked peering off into
Tahatan closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of the
ground. What he felt was a low humming
in the earth. A forceful vibration (the bell toll that Father Louis just
mentioned?). He felt the pull as
though the Earth’s gravitational force was being sucked in that direction. He could hear voices, though he couldn’t
quite make out the words spoken, but they sounded like a group of people in the
middle of a frenzied debauchery taking place inside of a medieval torcher
chamber. The combination of laughter and
screams floated back to where the men stood.
“You hear that?” Tahatan asked, opening his eyes and looking
over at his two companions.
Father Louis and Matthew nodded slowly and simultaneously.
Without another word, Tahatan began to walk slowly toward
the woods. Matthew and Father Louis
looked to one another, bewildered and astonished at how Tahatan seemed to have
a keen sense of direction even in the dark.
They began to follow him, their flashlights shining. Matthew and Father Louis both heard Tahatan
mutter something under his breath.
Matthew recognized some of the words from his Sioux-Ojibwe relatives as
a protection prayer and one that would also allow the forest to clear the way
for them. Sure enough as they walked,
the brush seemed to clear their path, making the trudge through nighttime woods
a lot easier.
Matthew looked over at Father Louis who seemed to be in awe.
“Almost like the parting of the Red Sea,”
Father Louis commented.
“So can I ask what brought you here, Father?” Matthew asked.
“It’s this place,” the priest answered. “I never liked it. It also has seemed to have a profound effect
on your daughter which makes me uneasy.”
Father Louis removed a small wooden crucifix from his pocket
and held it in what was his free hand.
It wasn’t long before the sound of rushing water could be heard and the
red glow became more visible. When they
reached the edge of the stream, they all stopped short at what awaited them
Dorothy let out a scream as blood began to gush from her
mother’s wounds and mouth. Liz fell
forward onto the floor, landing at Dorothy’s feet. Dorothy sat paralyzed for a moment, too
terrified to move. She began to feel
“Mom…” she sobbed.
But as she began to get up from her chair, Liz disappeared
from where she had fallen on the floor.
The three men stood on the bank by the stream, their eyes
fixated on what was in front of them.
The stream was aglow with the red light, coloring the water of the
stream a crimson red. The crimson
reflected out from the water, casting its’ glow up and out to where Tahatan,
Father Louis, and Matthew stood. The noise
of joyous laughter, party, and song mixed in with torturous screams was far
more pronounced. Above the stream, a
black fog danced above as though it were moving with the music that was being
played. As it did that morning, the fog
swirled, creating what appeared to be a tunnel or whirlpool inside.
“I thought we didn’t get tornados in New York,” Matthew half-joked, unable to
remove his gaze from the swirling fog.
“That is no tornado,” Tahatan replied.
“I believe it is something much more,” Father Louis
said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say
we were looking right into a gateway to Hell.”
Suddenly, the black smoke began to spread, moving toward the
three men. They all tried backing away,
not wanting to remove their eyes from the putrid smoke as though they feared
what may happen if they turned their backs too soon. The fog seemed determined to consume them and
no matter how far away the men traveled, the thick blackness was right at their
“Quick, join hands,” Tahatan said as the fog began to swirl
around them, enveloping the men into its’ giant cyclone.
They had just all had a grasp on one another’s hands before
they all felt they were being sucked in somewhere below the earth.
Dorothy forced herself to stand as she clutched the back of
her chair and the side of her desk. She
stared down at the floor, unable to even process what she had just seen.
“Mom!” she called.
Dorothy stood listening but there was no answer. She made her way to the door, being careful
to step around the area where she had seen her mother fall. She stood in the doorway, balancing herself
on the doorframe as she called for Liz again.
“Mom!” she yelled.
The house remained silent.
Dorothy felt her heart beginning to race and panic setting
into her gut. It was then she noticed
that the air in the house seemed to shift.
As quickly as she was able to, Dorothy made her way down to her parents’
room. She peered in hoping to find her
mother but the room was empty as was the conjoined washroom.
Maybe she stepped out,
Dorothy told herself. No, she would have told me. And she wouldn’t leave me by myself
Dorothy headed back out into the hall, calling out to her
mother as she searched the upstairs, but Liz was still nowhere to be
found. As she tried not to allow the
image of her mother bleeding and falling over dead to assault her mind, Dorothy
stood at the top of the stairs and screamed with everything she had.
Once again there was no answer and Dorothy felt that lump of
fear rising into her throat. She
returned to her bedroom as quickly as she could, grateful that her parents
allowed her to have the sitting room phone in her bedroom while she
recovered. Dorothy barely even
remembered dialing the telephone number, though she knew who she wanted to
“Turner residence,” the voice on the other end answered.
“Carl…” Dorothy could barely speak.
“Dorothy? Baby what’s
Words still failed Dorothy and she let out a frightened cry
when she heard a loud banging at the end of the hall.
Hang tight, I’ll be right over,” Carl said and hung up.
Dorothy stood frozen still holding the phone to her ear
after Carl had gotten off the phone with her.
She could hear it sliding down the hall and in that moment, she
remembered. It all came back to
her. The thing she saw late one night
ten years ago when she was seven years old.
It was back. It had come back for
Dorothy stood in a numb shock, staring at the bottom of the
doorway as a face slowly peered in at her.