Chapter One: Luring - Part TwoBelling’s locale police station appeared more like an mental facility. The station was only used for holding. No one in the history of Belling was ever actually arrested. The shadows of secrets were thick and there were much too many suspects to make any arrest. However, it’s only the beginning for the small town Belling.
“Did you get the call? There’s been another report…” Lori frowned. “Another missing kid, Andrew.”
“Why the fuck does this keep happening!?”
“I want to know that to, but…I don’t understand it myself.” Lori started typing. “Even our best detectives don’t know…”
“I’m telling you…it must be the curse.”
“Andrew, don tell me you believe that silly tale.” Lori shook her disappointed.
“I’m at the point where I’ll nearly believe the unbelievable.” Andrew look at Lori, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. Andrew, having a small crush on Lori, mentally slapped himself. “So, how’s your daughter?”
Lori smiled slightly. “She’s doing well. Currently, she’s in Florida visiting her father for awhile.”
“I see.” Andrew couldn’t help to feel that Lori was lying. He hasn’t seen her daughter for months. “She’s living there, isn’t she? You’re afraid she might disappear like the other children.”
“….I…” Her eyes sadden. “Yes, I thought it would be for the best.”
“I understand. I would’ve done the same.” Andrew took a seat at his desk. “You want to order a pizza?”
Lori smiled softly. “Yes, I’m a bit hungry.” Andrew had a
thing for Lori, his partner. Ever since they first met, he was drowning within the quicksand of love. Lame? Guess so. Lame because Lori pretended not to notice. She has a young daughter and a bothersome ex-husband that keeps calling. Thus, feeling she wasn't ready for another relationship, not yet. Not with all the stranger things happening.
Andrew hanged up the phone after ordering. “Something wrong?” Noticing her distant expression.
“No, I was just thinking…besides the missing, there have been other things.”
“Like what?” He said, growing more serious.
“Like forest animals found gored and their carcass purposefully moved onto the lawns of our residents.”
“Must be some teens playing a terrible trick.”
“Andrew, I don’t think a teen would do something that extreme. You know the hearts of the animals were removed? Why is this-” Lori sighed weakly.
“Don’t worry about it now.”
“But Andrew, you heard about the suicides?"
“Yes, Two teens for unknown reasons stab themselves hard enough to crack through their rib cage and-”
“Puncture one of their heart’s chambers.”
“Yes but-”
“After the autopsy on both teens, the punctures were in the
EXACT same spot. So you have to ask yourself….”
“If it was planned and if they were responsible for the dead animals? Listen Lori, I think it’s a warning…the next stage of the curse is-”
“There is no curse! Obviously some maniac is leading us around to believe there is one Andrew.”
“Is that so? Then this maniac must be fifty years old.”
He pulled out an old case file. “Something just like happened before in Belling about fifty years ago.”
“…But he’s dead.”
“It’s the curse~ woooo~”
“Shut the hell up Andrew.” She said trying not to smile. “This is not the time to joke around.”
He smiled. “The pizza is here.” Andrew stood from his seat, his mind still focus on her sweet smile. He paid the man, set the pizza down on the counter and took a slice. “Ah, extra cheesy. Just how I like it.”
She smiled and took another bite. “Later, I‘ll cook us some real food. With my daughter gone, I don‘t get to do much at home.” His face lit up. He loved Lori’s cooking as much as he loved her. “Damn, I would love that. Your food is like crack, Lori.”
“Oh please Andrew.” She laughed slightly.
Davis rushed into the police station. His usual cool face wore a more stressful one. He frowned and scratched the back of his neck. His full name is Davis Galen, one of Belling’s award winning detectives. For many years he lived to his title ’bloodhound’ until recently. A dark cloud had fell upon Belling. There were so many unexplainable events happening that even Davis didn’t know where to began. Whenever he would think he’d found some kind of lead, it’ll only bring him to the beginning. Leaving the most important question unanswered…
Why? “Rough day?” Andrew said becoming more serious.
“Damn right. Those fucking teen suicides really messed things up. People are believing that it’s part of the curse…whatever the hell that is.” He continued. “I mean, who really remembers the full story about the curse?” Lori looked at Andrew who turned away quickly. “Yea, I wonder who…” Lori grinned and stood from her seat to fix herself another espresso.
“It’s not my fault my grandmother always told the tale around bedtime.”
“Wow, that’s a bit twisted to tell a kid for bedtime story…”
“Well, I failed to mention she was a bit crazy and she didn’t want me sneaking outside during nightfall.”
Davis laughed. “Had you ever tried to sneak out?” He said from his seat.
“Yes…” Andrew replied; becoming more grim. His vibrant eyes seeming to dull. “And till this day, I wished I hadn’t.”
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One night I was awoken by singing.
What? Who is singing? I went upstairs and followed to the mesmerizing voice to the third floor.
I stopped in front of the attic entrance. I knew the voice was coming from behind that door. I could still here it's beauty. The voice was so luring that I couldn't fight it anymore. I had a fear of attics, but my will to see the owner of such a melody over powered. I carefully made my way up the old ladder. I’m was also afraid of heights and the ladder looked as it might break if I wasn’t too careful. Upon reaching there, I poked my head up.
I startled to see a figure standing near the ladder looking down at me. I panicked so badly that I fell off the latter and landed on my back. As I struggle to get up. The strange figure began to climb down the ladder slowly. However a little more faster then me.
I quickly stood up and ran out the door. It was dark and I couldn't see ahead, but I knew I didn’t close the attic door and it was following me.
“Mommy!” I yelled. But everyone was seemingly dead asleep. I ran as quickly I can into my room and slammed the door. I locked it and listened. There was heavy breathing on the other side. Whatever it was stood in front of the door…like it was waiting.
“Dante!” I whispered. “Dante!” I cried again. Dante was the oldest of the kids, so we call him for everything. He awoke slowly and rubbed his eyes. “What Drake?”
“There’s something there…it followed me out the attic…”
“What the heck were you doing in the attic?” Dante looked at the clock. “It’s three o’clock in the morning!”
“Shush! It’s outside the door listening…”
“Dante press his face against the wooden door and listened carefully, signaling for me to hand him the flashlight. “All I heard is breathing…what is that?”
“It’s a monster! Make it go away!” I cried as I shaking handed him the flashlight.
He took it and nodded. “I’m going to use the flashlight and look under the door.” As he did so, he quickly jump back. “It’s…it’s looking under the door.”
I bravely look under like Dante and saw it’s eye. Apparently it was laying in front of the door. The eye of the thing appeared to be made of glass and were an odd shade of blue. There was only one person in the house that we knew had such eyes.
I trembled and crawled next to Dante. “Vin-Vincent?” I finally asked. There was a deep silence before we got an answer.
“Why did you run away?” I heard him say from the other side of the door.
“Vincent? Is that you?” Dante reached around for the light and tried to flip it on, but nothing happened.
“Damn, the light won’t come on…”
“I forgot to change the bulb.” The voice said from the other side of the door.
“Drake…I’m going to open the door.” He turned on the flashlight.
“No!” I cried, but he opened it anyway. For some reason I fainted. Though I was unconscious I felt wet and cold. “Drake!?” I can hear Dante call for me, but his voice was faint and suddenly my back began to hurt badly. What was happening? I couldn’t tell.[/I]
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