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Chapter 6 - Privy
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It was later in the evening that Lance dropped Marie off at the back of the mansion and helped her carry her grocery pack up the first stairs. Marie was already feeling some form of guilt for going to the extent of sleeping with the young lad and she turned back (as they climbed the stairs) to dissuade him.

"That's okay", she said. "You don't have to come all the way"

"I don't mind Marie", replied Lance as Marie collected the pack from him.

"My husband is already at home; and he could kill you if he finds you here. I bet you won't like to find out first hand."

Lance laughed out loud and for a moment Marie heard something sinister in his laughter. Her expression changed immediately and Lance noticed it, asking. "What's that?"

"Nothing....just that I thought I heard something awkward".

"Awkward? How?"

"Never mind", Marie replied and began to climb up the stairs.

"Okay then. Goodnight", Lance said

"Yeah...Goodnight Lance", replied Marie and she stopped to watch the hunky lad strut to his worn out carriage. She was really sure she had heard something within the boys laughter. It sounded so unnatural and well......never mind, she thought. It could be her guilt acting up within her. Then she looked upwards towards the remaining flight of stairs leading towards the rooms. She just hoped Nate wouldn't detect she had just been unfaithful some minutes ago. She wasn't a good liar though, but she would try as much as possible to hide the guilt beclouding her expressions. Shrugging indifferently, she stepped up the stairs.




Nate was already snoring loudly, sprawled in a chair with a bottle of rum hanging from his left hand when Marie stepped into the sitting room. Emily was no where to be found within as she roamed her eyes around, not failing to notîce the floating lantern placed on a cabinet. She walked quietly to adjust it and it's handle jammed, startling Nate who stirred awake in his seat.

"Who's there"? he asked in a slurpy voice as he tried to fit back his old hat on his head.

"Hi Nate", Marie responded.

Nate raised his head gently to see his wife standing some few feets away from him and he staggered to his feet, belching and wobbling. He took few drunken steps towards her and ended up falling to his knees before struggling erect once more.

"What yer been doing?" he asked in a warped accent.

"Had to stay back because of the snow storm Nate" Marie replied.

"Stayed back with a boyfriend ehh?" he lurched forward and slapped her, sending her spinning and falling on the wooden floor. "I been seeing yer spending a lot this days". Nate growled. "Boyfriend seems to be paying for good services" and he kicked Marie (as she tried to get up) in her stomach, making her curl up in pains.

"It's the money from the pawning Nate" Marie cried with trickles of blood in her mouth. But her explanation wasn't worth listening for Nate who stomped his foot on her waist and she screamed.

"You'll kill me you drunk" she sobbed.

"Then die you bloody whõre!"? Nate kicked her once more in her stomach and staggered away, leaving her in the dimly lit place to writh on the floor. All that could be heard from afar was the wailings of a woman in pains.




**December 24 - Christmas Eve**


Despite the Christmas season in the air, the little town of Fearville seemed not to be agog with preparations and festivities, and that got Marie really worried. She had woken on that chilly snowy day to notice that there were no Christmas trees on the streets neither were there any last minute Christmas shopping by people. What a strange little town, she wondered. It was when had gone to visit Lance in the pawn shop earlier that day, that he told her some gruesome secrets surrounding the little town.




Lance told her that Christmas was more of an effaced culture in Fearville, owing to the fact that the Satanists had inculcated some of their beliefs into Christmas. And as such, those who were ardent faithfuls of the old traditions kept Christmas celebration at low key and at times not even celebrate it at all.

"So what beliefs did the Satan worshippers blend in?" Marie asked as they sat outside the patio of the pawn shop.

Lance replied by telling her that there were myths going around that the Satanists release the evil side of Santa called Krampus into the streets on Christmas day. This was their way of mocking the birth of the Christ. Actually Krampus was an evil spirit culled from Scandinavian history and was seen as the chastising spirit of Santa Claus. He wrecked havoc on homes and people on Christmas eve thereby dousing the festive mood in them.

"There was no Christmas eve that went by without the town hearing of the gruesome attack of Krampus on a particular family". Lance added. "It's something everyone is now used to".

"That's so weird and scary". Marie said.

"Yeah.....it is".




Back home that night, Marie had an argument with Nate. She had told him she wasn't comfortable with the mansion anymore nor the town but Nate flared up calling her a kill joy. How she wished Nate would see reasons with her. Yes they didn't have the money to buy such a house back in Pensworth, but she had her priceless peace of mind and enjoyed the love and cooperation of the friendly lively town. How much she missed Mrs. Medley who would bring cup cakes to her doorstep on Christmas eve, and the Harold boys choir who sang carols from street to street while impressed neighbours filled their bags with cents. Fearville was a total far cry from Pensworth and the worst place she had ever been. She was still lost in thoughts when she heard a strange clogging sound outside....Clog! Clog!! Clog!!




The shuffling and clogging sound drew nearer on that 22nd hour of the day (10:00pm) and Marie peeped outside the blurry window to see what it was. To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of Santa walking down the street (atleast something like christmas, she thought) and she rushed outside to find a shocker.




It was a limping Santa with a wooden left leg walking down the lonely and dimly lit road, singing a strange weird song. His left leg had been amputated and he looked huge and frail, dragging an old dirty brown bag behind him. Though he looked so creepy, Marie felt it was better having a one legged Santa than having none in a whole town of weird looking people. So she decided to call on Santa.

"Hey! Santa!" she called. "Got nothing for me?".

The grimy old Santa stopped singing abruptly, stopping in his tracks and turned back to stare at his caller as she noticed his right eye was pale with cataract and and popping out of its socket. His face looked scarred and the Santa cast her a cold smile revealing a set of brown scanty teeth....Creepy!

"What yer want from old Santa" he growled shuffling and limping towards her. He reached where she stood and hoisted his dirty brown bag in front and looked directly into Marie's eyes. Those eyes possessed an eerie look and Marie looked away instantly and brought her face down to the bag before her.

"Pick something er", Santa said and she dipped her hand into the bag, rummaging till her hand came in contact with something which felt like a book as the Santa kept smiling sinisterly. She pulled it out and yes...it was indeed a book, but a strange looking one. Turning the front cover, it was titled 'Necronomicon'. She flipped through the pages in the faint light and saw hideous paintings and strange writings in it. That alone sparked her interest and she clutched the book to her chest.

"Is that what yer want?", Santa asked

"I think I'll go with this", she replied.

Then the Santa paused for a while, before leaning forward to stare into her face. "Be careful what you wish for child", he rasped, clattering his teeth as his foul breath hit her nostrils. Suddenly he turned and hoisted his bag on his weak shoulders. "Merry Christmas", he whispered as he walked away from sight. Little did Marie hear him say: "You just got to hell dear" as he kept limping down the road. And she took a final look at him and walked back into the house without noticing the slitted eyes staring at her from the shadows in the distance.

Epiphanus20:
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Laveda:
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Soon Laveda. Got patients to attend to on an urgent call.

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Scary
Marie fell too quick though

Yes she fell too quick. Her body yearned for attention.

girlhaley:
Chai

Satan worshipers

No wonder the mansion are filled with horrible beings

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Waiting for more....

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Chapter 5 - A Second Warning
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The lantern stood on the bed shelve in the dimly lit room as the doctor paced up and down the floor. While Marie sat close to her daughter and Nate leaned by the doorway snorting. It had been over 6 hours Emily had been unconscious after being found in the basement. She lay still, her face pale like death and her fist clasped within each other like she was trying to hold on to something.

"She suffered a severe shock", the doctor said packing up his wares into his brief case. "But nevertheless, she'll be fine".

"I wonder what she was up to in the basement" Marie sobbed. "Please come back baby, mummy loves you"

As if to answer her prayers, Emily sneezed and called out ,"Mummy" and her mom leaned forward to cuddle her in bed.

"Thought you were gone" Marie said. "So tell me baby, what happened?"

That was when the previous events began to unfold in Emily's head, piece by piece as she tried to recollect all that had happened. The memory alone was so overwhelming to her, and she gasped in exasperation, passing out once more.




By the time she finally woke up it was already dusk and Marie was about leaving her room. She turned turned back the moment she noticed her daughter stir. And walked to sit by her side. Gradually Emily's eyes flickered open as it tried to adjust to the surroundings. She panicked the moment she thought she was alone and her mother held her hand firmly.

"Hey pumpkin I'm here", Marie said, looking into the frightful eyes of her daughter.

She was certain Emily had seen something down the basement. Her daughter wasn't a sleep walker, neither was she a truant at bed time. This was a full confirmation that a something was in the house. She had that feeling right from the very first moments their carriage broke the cobble stones in front of the mansion. She was still lost in thoughts when Winter (Emily's cat) mewed, climbing the bed in it's feline agility and blinking puckishly. She had to tell Nate about everything, she decided, hoping it won't result to a fight between them.




***The Next Day - December 21***


The skies were real grey that day and looked heavy with snow showing every possibility of an impending snow storm. It had snowed profusely the previous night and the streets were all covered in white ice as Marie hurried back home. She had gone to get some grocery down the next town from some of the money she had made from the pawning. Then her mind drifted to the hunky pawn shop guy she had met the other day. She wouldn't mind being in those strong arms of his to be cuddled and stroked. He was every inch the man Nate was not and will never be. Too bad she was much older than him, so there was no point daydreaming on what may not be possible, she thought shaking the thought of her head and smiling. She was still smiling when she felt a hand tap her from behind and she jumped, turning to see the pawn guy smiling down at her. She gasped in surprise and faint guilt.

"Hi Lance" she said

"Hello Marie" he winked offering her his hand which she shook hesitantly. "What are you doing walking under the snow?"

It took only Lance's question to let Marie know that she had been absent mindedly trekking under the snow without noticing it.

"Oh...it's begun to snow" she said.

"You mean you didn't notice?" Lance asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

How could he be asking her that question when he was the one responsible for how she felt at the moment, she thought.

"Ofcourse I'm fine dear" she replied in her husky southern accent.

"From the south I guess?" Lance said

"Yes, Texas precisely"

"Oh cool. I'm from New Mexico" Lance replied.

"I already guessed that from your Spanish accent" Marie added. "I think I have to be on my way now, my husband would've been back with my daughter".

"So you have a daughter"

"Yeah...I do"

"I guess she'll be pretty as you are" Lance said. For a second, Marie was taken aback by the statement before she recovered to say "Thanks for the compliments". With that, Marie turned and began to walk away and Lance called her back.

"I think a snow storm it's on it's way" he informed her. "Why not follow me to my place, It's close by. And when the storm is over I'll harness a horse to a carriage for you.

"Nahh...thanks" Marie replied, "I'll find my way".

Beyond her expectation, a strong wind blew immediately, sending flakes of snow swirling in the air and she stopped abruptly in her tracks. There was definitely going to be a snow storm and she wouldn't be home before it came down. There was no other place to take shed and the only option she had at avoiding the storm was Lance's offer. So she turned to see Lance already walking down in the opposite direction and she called:

"Hey! Lance!", And he turned back."Can I still join you home?" she asked.

"Of course ma'am" he replied.

Strutting down to where she stood, Lance collected the grocery pack in her hands and led the way, "Shall we?" he said.

"Where do you stay Lance?" Marie asked as they hastened.

"The Next turn", Lance replied. "Not far from the church yard"

The mention of the words 'church yard' brought the goose bumps on Marie's skin immediately. How could one live by a church yard...A grave yard precisely, she thought. Though she wasn't comfortable with it, she tried to make Lance unaware of her paranoia as they walked ahead.




It was only in a matter of minutes and they arrived the church yard, passing by hedges of Hawthornes which creeped round the ancient grave stones as the eerie silence cast a strange demeanour. She could now see a little cottage not far from the end of the church yard and Lance broke the innate silence.

"That's my home", he said pointing to the cottage.

Within minutes, they were before the door step and Lance inserted the old key into the rusty lock and the fragile door creaked open for them to walk in.




The snow storm was now coming down in full strength and Lance ignited the fireplace before moving to get the steaming kettle on the fire. He made Marie a cup of hot coffee and poured himself a cup too as they sat silently sipping the black drink. Marie decided to break the silence.

"I guess you stay here alone?", she asked.

Lance only nodded as he continued sipping his coffee.

"And what about the church that owns the graveyard we just passed" she enquired. Lance cleared his throat

"The church of St. Nicholas was burnt down by the Satan worshippers 12 years ago." he growled. "They claimed that there was only one Nicholas and that was the devil himself who was nicknamed Old Nick in the years back"

Marie choked on her coffee spilling some on the floor, Lance turned to stare at her and she apologized, "Sorry", she said and Lance nodded. "You mean you have Satan worshippers in this place?" she asked in disbelief.

"Almost the whole town is into Satan worship" he revealed. "They are actually called Necrogues, and that's because they make use of the souls of the dead. Necromancy you can call it" he sipped his drink again.

Marie was petrified by her shocking discovery. She had always known something was not right within the small town.

"So how about you?" she asked Lance.

Lance laughed aloud almost puking his coffee. "For Christ sake Marie, I was the vicar's son before the church was burnt down. Actually I lost my dad, the vicar on that night" he whined. "Ever since then I've been alone in our little cottage which we had been managing before mum passed away"

Marie felt sudden pity for the young lad. He was only a poor orphan trying to make ends meet. No wonder he was worked at the pawn shop. She could now see the tears in his eyes and her heart melted with grief.

"C'mon Lance, don't cry", she said. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been asking too much questions"

"Nahh, it's okay", Lance sniffed.

Marie felt guilty for rekindling the lad's sorrows so she drew close and held him by the arm and Lance turned to face her as she spoke: "I don't want you to be sad", she said. In that moment they both stared into each other's eyes and Marie could feel her heart melting once again. Not by sorrow this time, but by the flames of passion for the handsome lad before her. Lance moved his hand to caress her outer thighs fondly, and that was all it took to make her skin succumb to his touch and he leaned forward and kissed her deeply as she slowly fell back to the chair and they consumated their passion.