like me... and you
“Martin.” An older man walking between the disks, he wore a kind face, and tired shoulders.
“We got a call, you and Susan go down to 4th and Kings, there was a homicide.
“Alright.”
Martin was a middle aged man, tall and broadly built. He motioned over to Susan. Who was shifting through papers and quickly grabbed her coat. Which snagged on her fire arm. She had an annoyed expression while she re-adjusted it, and started walking to the doors.
Upon arrival, the house was already tapped off with several officers taking statements from a few teary eyed witnesses, the two detectives walked into the house. Reveling a few officers vomiting or and those who weren’t wore a sickened expression. The photographer stood outside the bedroom door, he reached into his pocket and brought out a inhaler. Martin read the eyes, he knew this was something forensics hasn’t seen before.
Entering the room, with their plastic gloves on. Susan immediately choked, Martin noticed curiously, no blood. The woman lay eviscerated, yet all of the blood was carefully cleaned. From the sheets, he moved close to the body, her sternum was cracked with a fist size hole on the center left of her chest, he looked down and saw there was another large hole on her abdomen. He cringed, and his eyes accidentally fell upon her face. Her eyes were frozen large and staring. Her face twisted in horror.
“Susan, look at this.”
She took a deep breath, and fixed solely on her face. Her mind racing as she saw she looked at the curios lack of blood and the expression on the woman’s face.
“Damn it, we need forensics in here please.” She said in an authoritative tone.
They did not come in hurriedly, after the initial shock wore off, they began going about their work.
“Aside from the obvious wounds, I would like her actual cause of death.”
Several minutes passed as the team began their initial circle. Then from a blue light in the corner
“Oh, my god…”
Martin and Susan both walked over. They blinked in disbelief
“The writing its in blood.”
“What language is that.”
“I have never seen it before.”
“we need this entire room lighted up and photographed.”
After hours of searching and examining. The room prepared to photograph to take the writing off the wall, the blood samples, body removed, and sheets sent to be examined.
Martin sat at the door step, rubbing his head.
“There was no forced entry. Nothing take, save for her life and a few organs… I want all the facilities that take organ donors to be notified of the organs that were removed, and to have them call us if they turn up.”
An officer nodded writing in his note pad then getting on the radio.
“You think its one of those, body part deals?” Susan said,
“But why the time for the perp to clean everything up, why write her blood on the wall and wash it off. Still… it wouldn’t hurt to cover all the base’s. So who was she.”
“Her name was Tabitha Summerset, she worked as an accountant for one of the defensive lawyers here.” Susan lighting up a cigarette and explained to Martin
“Now there’s something to work on. Any family?”
“No, and no pictures in her house of any men either.”
“She was a attractive, curios she lived alone like this.”
“agreed” Susan remarked.
“Well lets get started.” Martin started the car and headed to the defense attorneys office.”
After a after a half hour interview, and searching through Tabithas records. The two detectives were fusterated with finding nothing. Save the heartfelt loss of one of their best employe’s.
“find him. And when you do, I want a needle in that mans arm.”
The two detectives looked at each other
“we will do what we can Counselor.”
Going through Tabathias address book, they started again, interview after interview, with every person telling them, how much of a great person she was, how she lived like a nun, and a few curiose remarks from her male friends, remarking how they thought she was a lesbian.
One of them, A small man, who went to college with her. Had promise.
“We weren’t close detectives, we didn’t even date really. But in college she belonged to this sort of secret pagan club. She asked me to go a few times, but I had something against running around with purple cloaks and large cresent moons and stars on them.” he chuckled after he said that.
“She was seeing this guy for awhile, a guy named Edward, he killed himself about 4 years ago, not sure why or over what. That was the only real relationship I saw her in.”
Martin rubbed his head, and stood up and started paceing around.
Susan looked at this small man.
“when was the last time the two of you spoke?”
“Wow, about a year ago, I called her and asked if she wanted to go to the movies.”
Martins cell phone rang
“We drifted apart after college, I always thought it was because, I didn’t make enough money, you know her working for that big defense attorney, she lived well.”
“Great.” Martin exclaimed. “We’re on our way.”
Martin closed his cell phone then addressed Susan
“M.E wants us to see something.”
She gets up, the smaller man look sup
“hey, you mind if I get your phone number. You know incase I remember something?”
Susan stopped, gave him a cold look “ya sure, here’s my business card”
The two left quickly.
The two detectives walked into the examining room, the examiner removing his gloves.
“We’ll she didn’t die from her obvious injuries, in laymen turns, her heart stopped before it was removed. Special care was taken to not damage any other organs, or even skin, there was a high degree of skill involved. She died from shock, whatever it was literally scared her to death.”
The detectives looked at each other again.
“In these days and times, there are few things that could actually scare a young woman to death… how long was she died?”
“8 hours.”
Martin nodded,
“Long enough to clean up and write on the walls.” Susan added
“The blood on the walls were her’s she was ensanguined no trace of finger prints, hair, and from what is left, no sign of rape.”
Susan cringed.
“Thanks” Martin said rubbing his head again.
Leaving the examining room.
“how was the body found?”
Susan looked at martin.
“good question”
Calling the stationed, the two detectives found that it was an anonymous phone call, made from a pay phone. 3 block from her house. As the detectives arrived at the station to listen to the recording, over and over again.
***She’s dead now. She is at 411 e Kings way.”
“theres a slight accent. Do you hear that whats that accent.”
“I don’t know martin, I can’t wrap my head around this one, it’s a males voice, so all we can assume is he did it.”
“Lets see get the police report on that boyfriend she has that killed himself.”
Finding the man she dated, has several charges, when he was juvenille of abusing animals, there was nothing in adult file. But a copy of his sucide note.
*All my life, I’ve wanted to see, finally I saw, it looked at me, it smiled at me, it spoke in my fathers voice, and it told me everything I’ve done, everything, and how they will be waiting, for me. Now, I turn and I look, and I see, I see terrible things, through the window I see a brother rapeing his sister, on the televison I see soliders turtoreing prisoners, every reflection I see cruelty hatred and malice, I can’t take it anymore. And those words…
I am the theif in the night, I am the smut on the wheat… those words.. Haunt me. *
“Interesting suicide letter, no goodbyes to family, no remorse even, no guilt, he believed what he saw.” Susan explained.
“Yes, You know Susan, A man did this, a very smart man. Lets go through all 50 states of any murders just like this, this can’t be his first time.”
Hours, turned to days and days turned to weeks. Reports of the lingustics exports finding nothing, yet, that they are sending the photo’s to Professors in several universities. At Tabitha’s funeral, the two detectives saw a lonely man standing, a man they did not interview or talked too, he looked upon the casket with longing and sorrow. Susan nudged Martin and the both went over to speak to him, showing their Badges.
“I’m Detective Galloway, and this is my partner Detective Fisher. We’re investigating this case.”
The lone man looked up at them. “I never really knew her, I was too shy really, she was very pretty, and I’m well look at me, not much of the type she would go with.”
Susan addressed him. “you saw her often.”
“yes, I run this little book store, I specialize in more esoteric texts, of course I sell the new age crap and tarrot cards, that’s what keeps me in business, but I can always spot a real one. They go through my books banned from the bible, you know the book of enoch, the book of jubilees, the letters I’ve restored from those times, etc.. and of course the odd text, I find, of religions that few know of.”
“what religions.” Martin said
The man grew a little nervous.
“not here, listen come to my place tonight at around 8.”
“What is your name?” Susane asked
“Paul, Paul Smithson.”
At 8 o’clock they two detectives, arrived at Pauls. Martin stopped as he ascended the stairs, he felt as if, something was no longer burdeoning him. He heard Susan let out a lengthy sigh.
“It feels nice here.” Susan observed
“yes, yes it does.”
Just as they were going to knock on the door, Paul opened it. His apartment was small, but well kept, several books, and paintings on the walls and shelves, no tv, but in its place a shrine, two Japanese swords, and elegant period Samurai armor stood where a normal person would place their televison. Susan looked at them with interst.
“Those are Antiques, that a relative of mine once wore 500 years ago, they took me a very long time to find.”
“You don’t look Japanese.” Martin said
“You’re right I’m American.”
The two detectives laughed.
“Sit down, what I am to tell you, requires your attention, and please no interruptions.”
They sat on the coach, and Paul across from them as he started to begin, a grey haird, blue eye’d cat jumped in his lap.
“There is a very old belief that when the maker created, and began to name, that there was something that hid, it hid behind the shadows, and it hid in the darknes, for it did not want a name. It knew if it was, then the maker would have power over it. It spoke to the darkness, and to shadows, and said “Hide me, in doing I will ensure that you cannot be confined like a rock, that you cannot be contained like water. In this you will be free.” Shadow and darkness agreed for they saw shapes forming all around them, and they too feared this. The maker grew lonely, created its servants, these servants for a long time, did the makers bidding, yet, they hadn’t spirit, they had no will of their own. But it began to whisper to some of them, and some of the servants listened. For it spoke of power, the likes of the maker, and this the servants wanted dearly. And so one day the maker created woman and man, and for then there was a war, as the maker gave them something the servants did not have, a soul, shadow and darkness were angry, and so was it, for the soul were very samilier to them, and they too became jealouse, the servants of the maker warred with those who rebelled, those who rebelled, were powerful, for darkness and shadow and it was behind them. Soon they realized that the could not defeat the makers awesome power, and they turned and looked at woman and man. In them they saw something, in them they knew something. They whispered to them, woman was very difficult but man. Man had far more promised to their suggestions, for he too craved power, man set against man, and man began the beating of woman in those times. Darkness and shadow, the fallen and it, they smiled and looked at the maker, and said, look what you have made! In those times it was said the maker wept, for he unleashed upon the world something that began to disgard all of the animals, all of the trees, and eventually the earth it self. The fallen, the shadows, the darkness, and it, knew to destroy the maker, to uncreate everything, was to be through the soul of man. Yet, this same thing, could destroy them, and so the darkest con ever began, the con that woman and man are insignifgant in the face of eternity, and still the maker wept. So many turned, and so many twisted the makers very words, For oblivion is what they sought, every mindless killing, every tapeing of child porn, every act of unthinking abuse, every senseless act of violence speeds oblivion on.
Sometimes, I get books, of how to speak to them, many of them are in languages I don’t understand or written in code, I burn the ones I know are of this religions, but I fear that so many get past me. Tabitha came into the store, and she bought a book that I thought was about the Tao Te Ching but the verse was a little different, I didn’t think about it much until her I read she was dead. She I believe may have caught their attention.”
“Right, you’re telling me some mythological entity from something I’ve never even heard of did this.” Susan spoke aloud shakeing her head.
“yes.”
“I’ve had enough thank you for wasting our time.” Susan got up, then turned and saw Martin sitting rubbing his head.
“lets go, this is bullshit.”
Nodding, Martin got up and followed susan out.
Several weeks later, they detectives were informed that a etymologist, who worked at a community college figured out the language, that it was spoken by only one tribe in Jordan, this tribe was later wiped out, and the Romans counted it as them being raided by tar tar’s or Norse.
One particular day, while Susan and Martin were driving, Susan turned to him and said.
“You dance to close to the fires that will burn you mouse. You hunt after me, I will hunt after you.” Susan spoke those words in a male voice.
Martin slammed on the breaks.
“What the hell did you just say to me.”Said to Susan angerly
“What are you doing! Say what? I didn’t say anything.” Susan explained
“No you just threatened me.” martin said shakeing
“you need to sleep martin, take some time off.”
“you’re right that’s a good idea.”
After asking for time off with his boss, he went home, and sat down. Martin got up suddenly, and went through is closet, shuffling through papers, hurridly, hours past and finally he had it, a phone number.
Dialing it, he sighed in relief as he heard it ringing.
“Hello?”
“Luther… Luther hey, its, its me. Its Martin.”
A long pause on the phone.
Martin asked questionably
“Hello?”
“I am here.” the voice responded
“There’s something I need to talk to you about, something only you would know. Its about a crime.”
There was more silence.
“ok. When can I expect you.”
“I’m going to book a fllight now, expect me tomorrow.”
Martin, gathered all the photo’s graphs he had, every shred of evidence he could gather, he packed horridly, and set off the airport.
It was a long quiet drive through Montana, a very picturesque place, some low lonely valleys, and mountains, with prairie and forest. He smelled the pine and stone as he drew closer to Luther’s home. He felt a burdeoned taken off of him, as if nothing could see him or harm him. A tear fell knowing somehow he was safe. He drove up the dirt drive way, a small truck sat outside, he walked up to the door, the screen door had a note that said come in.
He walked in, and he saw photos of him and luther in their unit, photos of luther’s wife, on the floor layed a large timber wolf, its yellow eyes, quietly regarding Martin.
“he would have killed you if you meant me harm. Wolve’s and cat’s they sense things, that other animals do not.
“Luther… its.. You still have photo’s of her.”
“Did you come her to tell me how I need to move on, and to rejoin society, if that’s the case you can leave.”
The timber wolf stood up and growled,
“No, no that’s not why im here, I need you too look at these.”
Martin walked into the living room, on the wall hung a Zulu shield and spear, lots of green plants and flowers, there luther sat setting down whatever it was he was working on and putting class’s on.
“We’ll let me see.”
Spending hour through the evidendence, Luther carefully examined every photo, every report.
“I talked to a guy that talked about something hidding from the maker?”
“did you?” Luther said almost amused
“yes I did, what do you know of this”
“It’s an explanation, to something we don’t understand. Martin, what this is, is not human, it will taunt you and play with you, until it finally destroys everything you ever loved and care’d for, even me. There are so many stories of them, of what they are, even the native Americans have them. You see martin, its about belief, and even then, when you see the darkness, do you think you have the courage to stand against it? There are few who can. This writing, is a taunt, a challenge really. Has it been deciphered?
“no just what language it was”
“Of course not, for there are none living who can speak it, guess it yes, speak it no. There is another world Martin, hiding behenth, your drug dealers and rapists, It’s a dark mysterious world, with agenda’s and designs that have one goal. For evil to previal.”
“This woman was special, she was sensitive, something in her, it feared, saddely, she was taught to not ignore it, that shinning brightness of every ones soul. Its our society across the world now. To focus on those wordly things, to separate one’s self from the spirit, and thus become vulnerable.”
“how can it be stopped.”
“With belief, martin I told you that already, by the divine will of man.”
“an exorcism?”
“Maybe, if its in a host, but from the photos its not. This one is powerful and very old. It will not look kindly upon an usurper hunting it.”
“What do I do”
“nothing, Martin, it’s what I have to do, there are some people who’s eyes have been opened, I hide here, because when I leave, I feel all the malice, all the hatred, all the cruelty that we do to each other. How little we care for one another, and for our earth. And they feed off that, and they are so strong now, stronger then they have ever been. A dark time is coming soon, a time when they may get what they want.”
“this.. Is a ghost?”
“No, its not a ghost, it is one of the unborn, the nameless, the fallen. They hunger for people like her, for people like me… and you.”
“We got a call, you and Susan go down to 4th and Kings, there was a homicide.
“Alright.”
Martin was a middle aged man, tall and broadly built. He motioned over to Susan. Who was shifting through papers and quickly grabbed her coat. Which snagged on her fire arm. She had an annoyed expression while she re-adjusted it, and started walking to the doors.
Upon arrival, the house was already tapped off with several officers taking statements from a few teary eyed witnesses, the two detectives walked into the house. Reveling a few officers vomiting or and those who weren’t wore a sickened expression. The photographer stood outside the bedroom door, he reached into his pocket and brought out a inhaler. Martin read the eyes, he knew this was something forensics hasn’t seen before.
Entering the room, with their plastic gloves on. Susan immediately choked, Martin noticed curiously, no blood. The woman lay eviscerated, yet all of the blood was carefully cleaned. From the sheets, he moved close to the body, her sternum was cracked with a fist size hole on the center left of her chest, he looked down and saw there was another large hole on her abdomen. He cringed, and his eyes accidentally fell upon her face. Her eyes were frozen large and staring. Her face twisted in horror.
“Susan, look at this.”
She took a deep breath, and fixed solely on her face. Her mind racing as she saw she looked at the curios lack of blood and the expression on the woman’s face.
“Damn it, we need forensics in here please.” She said in an authoritative tone.
They did not come in hurriedly, after the initial shock wore off, they began going about their work.
“Aside from the obvious wounds, I would like her actual cause of death.”
Several minutes passed as the team began their initial circle. Then from a blue light in the corner
“Oh, my god…”
Martin and Susan both walked over. They blinked in disbelief
“The writing its in blood.”
“What language is that.”
“I have never seen it before.”
“we need this entire room lighted up and photographed.”
After hours of searching and examining. The room prepared to photograph to take the writing off the wall, the blood samples, body removed, and sheets sent to be examined.
Martin sat at the door step, rubbing his head.
“There was no forced entry. Nothing take, save for her life and a few organs… I want all the facilities that take organ donors to be notified of the organs that were removed, and to have them call us if they turn up.”
An officer nodded writing in his note pad then getting on the radio.
“You think its one of those, body part deals?” Susan said,
“But why the time for the perp to clean everything up, why write her blood on the wall and wash it off. Still… it wouldn’t hurt to cover all the base’s. So who was she.”
“Her name was Tabitha Summerset, she worked as an accountant for one of the defensive lawyers here.” Susan lighting up a cigarette and explained to Martin
“Now there’s something to work on. Any family?”
“No, and no pictures in her house of any men either.”
“She was a attractive, curios she lived alone like this.”
“agreed” Susan remarked.
“Well lets get started.” Martin started the car and headed to the defense attorneys office.”
After a after a half hour interview, and searching through Tabithas records. The two detectives were fusterated with finding nothing. Save the heartfelt loss of one of their best employe’s.
“find him. And when you do, I want a needle in that mans arm.”
The two detectives looked at each other
“we will do what we can Counselor.”
Going through Tabathias address book, they started again, interview after interview, with every person telling them, how much of a great person she was, how she lived like a nun, and a few curiose remarks from her male friends, remarking how they thought she was a lesbian.
One of them, A small man, who went to college with her. Had promise.
“We weren’t close detectives, we didn’t even date really. But in college she belonged to this sort of secret pagan club. She asked me to go a few times, but I had something against running around with purple cloaks and large cresent moons and stars on them.” he chuckled after he said that.
“She was seeing this guy for awhile, a guy named Edward, he killed himself about 4 years ago, not sure why or over what. That was the only real relationship I saw her in.”
Martin rubbed his head, and stood up and started paceing around.
Susan looked at this small man.
“when was the last time the two of you spoke?”
“Wow, about a year ago, I called her and asked if she wanted to go to the movies.”
Martins cell phone rang
“We drifted apart after college, I always thought it was because, I didn’t make enough money, you know her working for that big defense attorney, she lived well.”
“Great.” Martin exclaimed. “We’re on our way.”
Martin closed his cell phone then addressed Susan
“M.E wants us to see something.”
She gets up, the smaller man look sup
“hey, you mind if I get your phone number. You know incase I remember something?”
Susan stopped, gave him a cold look “ya sure, here’s my business card”
The two left quickly.
The two detectives walked into the examining room, the examiner removing his gloves.
“We’ll she didn’t die from her obvious injuries, in laymen turns, her heart stopped before it was removed. Special care was taken to not damage any other organs, or even skin, there was a high degree of skill involved. She died from shock, whatever it was literally scared her to death.”
The detectives looked at each other again.
“In these days and times, there are few things that could actually scare a young woman to death… how long was she died?”
“8 hours.”
Martin nodded,
“Long enough to clean up and write on the walls.” Susan added
“The blood on the walls were her’s she was ensanguined no trace of finger prints, hair, and from what is left, no sign of rape.”
Susan cringed.
“Thanks” Martin said rubbing his head again.
Leaving the examining room.
“how was the body found?”
Susan looked at martin.
“good question”
Calling the stationed, the two detectives found that it was an anonymous phone call, made from a pay phone. 3 block from her house. As the detectives arrived at the station to listen to the recording, over and over again.
***She’s dead now. She is at 411 e Kings way.”
“theres a slight accent. Do you hear that whats that accent.”
“I don’t know martin, I can’t wrap my head around this one, it’s a males voice, so all we can assume is he did it.”
“Lets see get the police report on that boyfriend she has that killed himself.”
Finding the man she dated, has several charges, when he was juvenille of abusing animals, there was nothing in adult file. But a copy of his sucide note.
*All my life, I’ve wanted to see, finally I saw, it looked at me, it smiled at me, it spoke in my fathers voice, and it told me everything I’ve done, everything, and how they will be waiting, for me. Now, I turn and I look, and I see, I see terrible things, through the window I see a brother rapeing his sister, on the televison I see soliders turtoreing prisoners, every reflection I see cruelty hatred and malice, I can’t take it anymore. And those words…
I am the theif in the night, I am the smut on the wheat… those words.. Haunt me. *
“Interesting suicide letter, no goodbyes to family, no remorse even, no guilt, he believed what he saw.” Susan explained.
“Yes, You know Susan, A man did this, a very smart man. Lets go through all 50 states of any murders just like this, this can’t be his first time.”
Hours, turned to days and days turned to weeks. Reports of the lingustics exports finding nothing, yet, that they are sending the photo’s to Professors in several universities. At Tabitha’s funeral, the two detectives saw a lonely man standing, a man they did not interview or talked too, he looked upon the casket with longing and sorrow. Susan nudged Martin and the both went over to speak to him, showing their Badges.
“I’m Detective Galloway, and this is my partner Detective Fisher. We’re investigating this case.”
The lone man looked up at them. “I never really knew her, I was too shy really, she was very pretty, and I’m well look at me, not much of the type she would go with.”
Susan addressed him. “you saw her often.”
“yes, I run this little book store, I specialize in more esoteric texts, of course I sell the new age crap and tarrot cards, that’s what keeps me in business, but I can always spot a real one. They go through my books banned from the bible, you know the book of enoch, the book of jubilees, the letters I’ve restored from those times, etc.. and of course the odd text, I find, of religions that few know of.”
“what religions.” Martin said
The man grew a little nervous.
“not here, listen come to my place tonight at around 8.”
“What is your name?” Susane asked
“Paul, Paul Smithson.”
At 8 o’clock they two detectives, arrived at Pauls. Martin stopped as he ascended the stairs, he felt as if, something was no longer burdeoning him. He heard Susan let out a lengthy sigh.
“It feels nice here.” Susan observed
“yes, yes it does.”
Just as they were going to knock on the door, Paul opened it. His apartment was small, but well kept, several books, and paintings on the walls and shelves, no tv, but in its place a shrine, two Japanese swords, and elegant period Samurai armor stood where a normal person would place their televison. Susan looked at them with interst.
“Those are Antiques, that a relative of mine once wore 500 years ago, they took me a very long time to find.”
“You don’t look Japanese.” Martin said
“You’re right I’m American.”
The two detectives laughed.
“Sit down, what I am to tell you, requires your attention, and please no interruptions.”
They sat on the coach, and Paul across from them as he started to begin, a grey haird, blue eye’d cat jumped in his lap.
“There is a very old belief that when the maker created, and began to name, that there was something that hid, it hid behind the shadows, and it hid in the darknes, for it did not want a name. It knew if it was, then the maker would have power over it. It spoke to the darkness, and to shadows, and said “Hide me, in doing I will ensure that you cannot be confined like a rock, that you cannot be contained like water. In this you will be free.” Shadow and darkness agreed for they saw shapes forming all around them, and they too feared this. The maker grew lonely, created its servants, these servants for a long time, did the makers bidding, yet, they hadn’t spirit, they had no will of their own. But it began to whisper to some of them, and some of the servants listened. For it spoke of power, the likes of the maker, and this the servants wanted dearly. And so one day the maker created woman and man, and for then there was a war, as the maker gave them something the servants did not have, a soul, shadow and darkness were angry, and so was it, for the soul were very samilier to them, and they too became jealouse, the servants of the maker warred with those who rebelled, those who rebelled, were powerful, for darkness and shadow and it was behind them. Soon they realized that the could not defeat the makers awesome power, and they turned and looked at woman and man. In them they saw something, in them they knew something. They whispered to them, woman was very difficult but man. Man had far more promised to their suggestions, for he too craved power, man set against man, and man began the beating of woman in those times. Darkness and shadow, the fallen and it, they smiled and looked at the maker, and said, look what you have made! In those times it was said the maker wept, for he unleashed upon the world something that began to disgard all of the animals, all of the trees, and eventually the earth it self. The fallen, the shadows, the darkness, and it, knew to destroy the maker, to uncreate everything, was to be through the soul of man. Yet, this same thing, could destroy them, and so the darkest con ever began, the con that woman and man are insignifgant in the face of eternity, and still the maker wept. So many turned, and so many twisted the makers very words, For oblivion is what they sought, every mindless killing, every tapeing of child porn, every act of unthinking abuse, every senseless act of violence speeds oblivion on.
Sometimes, I get books, of how to speak to them, many of them are in languages I don’t understand or written in code, I burn the ones I know are of this religions, but I fear that so many get past me. Tabitha came into the store, and she bought a book that I thought was about the Tao Te Ching but the verse was a little different, I didn’t think about it much until her I read she was dead. She I believe may have caught their attention.”
“Right, you’re telling me some mythological entity from something I’ve never even heard of did this.” Susan spoke aloud shakeing her head.
“yes.”
“I’ve had enough thank you for wasting our time.” Susan got up, then turned and saw Martin sitting rubbing his head.
“lets go, this is bullshit.”
Nodding, Martin got up and followed susan out.
Several weeks later, they detectives were informed that a etymologist, who worked at a community college figured out the language, that it was spoken by only one tribe in Jordan, this tribe was later wiped out, and the Romans counted it as them being raided by tar tar’s or Norse.
One particular day, while Susan and Martin were driving, Susan turned to him and said.
“You dance to close to the fires that will burn you mouse. You hunt after me, I will hunt after you.” Susan spoke those words in a male voice.
Martin slammed on the breaks.
“What the hell did you just say to me.”Said to Susan angerly
“What are you doing! Say what? I didn’t say anything.” Susan explained
“No you just threatened me.” martin said shakeing
“you need to sleep martin, take some time off.”
“you’re right that’s a good idea.”
After asking for time off with his boss, he went home, and sat down. Martin got up suddenly, and went through is closet, shuffling through papers, hurridly, hours past and finally he had it, a phone number.
Dialing it, he sighed in relief as he heard it ringing.
“Hello?”
“Luther… Luther hey, its, its me. Its Martin.”
A long pause on the phone.
Martin asked questionably
“Hello?”
“I am here.” the voice responded
“There’s something I need to talk to you about, something only you would know. Its about a crime.”
There was more silence.
“ok. When can I expect you.”
“I’m going to book a fllight now, expect me tomorrow.”
Martin, gathered all the photo’s graphs he had, every shred of evidence he could gather, he packed horridly, and set off the airport.
It was a long quiet drive through Montana, a very picturesque place, some low lonely valleys, and mountains, with prairie and forest. He smelled the pine and stone as he drew closer to Luther’s home. He felt a burdeoned taken off of him, as if nothing could see him or harm him. A tear fell knowing somehow he was safe. He drove up the dirt drive way, a small truck sat outside, he walked up to the door, the screen door had a note that said come in.
He walked in, and he saw photos of him and luther in their unit, photos of luther’s wife, on the floor layed a large timber wolf, its yellow eyes, quietly regarding Martin.
“he would have killed you if you meant me harm. Wolve’s and cat’s they sense things, that other animals do not.
“Luther… its.. You still have photo’s of her.”
“Did you come her to tell me how I need to move on, and to rejoin society, if that’s the case you can leave.”
The timber wolf stood up and growled,
“No, no that’s not why im here, I need you too look at these.”
Martin walked into the living room, on the wall hung a Zulu shield and spear, lots of green plants and flowers, there luther sat setting down whatever it was he was working on and putting class’s on.
“We’ll let me see.”
Spending hour through the evidendence, Luther carefully examined every photo, every report.
“I talked to a guy that talked about something hidding from the maker?”
“did you?” Luther said almost amused
“yes I did, what do you know of this”
“It’s an explanation, to something we don’t understand. Martin, what this is, is not human, it will taunt you and play with you, until it finally destroys everything you ever loved and care’d for, even me. There are so many stories of them, of what they are, even the native Americans have them. You see martin, its about belief, and even then, when you see the darkness, do you think you have the courage to stand against it? There are few who can. This writing, is a taunt, a challenge really. Has it been deciphered?
“no just what language it was”
“Of course not, for there are none living who can speak it, guess it yes, speak it no. There is another world Martin, hiding behenth, your drug dealers and rapists, It’s a dark mysterious world, with agenda’s and designs that have one goal. For evil to previal.”
“This woman was special, she was sensitive, something in her, it feared, saddely, she was taught to not ignore it, that shinning brightness of every ones soul. Its our society across the world now. To focus on those wordly things, to separate one’s self from the spirit, and thus become vulnerable.”
“how can it be stopped.”
“With belief, martin I told you that already, by the divine will of man.”
“an exorcism?”
“Maybe, if its in a host, but from the photos its not. This one is powerful and very old. It will not look kindly upon an usurper hunting it.”
“What do I do”
“nothing, Martin, it’s what I have to do, there are some people who’s eyes have been opened, I hide here, because when I leave, I feel all the malice, all the hatred, all the cruelty that we do to each other. How little we care for one another, and for our earth. And they feed off that, and they are so strong now, stronger then they have ever been. A dark time is coming soon, a time when they may get what they want.”
“this.. Is a ghost?”
“No, its not a ghost, it is one of the unborn, the nameless, the fallen. They hunger for people like her, for people like me… and you.”