Chapter 2: THE WATCHER
«I see a dream that you have not dreamed, a world that you have not conquered. The
mind has no end in this world of madness».
The Brough family had been in their new residence for just over two weeks, where
they had moved in in the summer of 2008. It was a nice colonial-style mansion at
1084 Buckhead Ln, Westfield, New Jersey. USA Mr. Brough had recently been
promoted to vice president of Liberty Mutual a Insurance Company, a major New
York insurance company, and the Brough family amassed a large fortune in a short
time. There came a time when they could afford to buy the house of their dreams,
worthy of their new social status, after years of hard work. It was summer and one
night Steve and his youngest son Jeremy were coming from playing on a baseball
field not far from their home. Despite his young age, the boy was already pointing out
ways in this sport. When they got home, they passed the mailbox where Steve
realized it was not empty and decided to look inside. He didn't expect to have
correspondence so soon, since they had recently moved, but he still did. He found
invoices from the former owners, propaganda, and among all that was a white
envelope written in marker. When he saw that, he was very surprised so he decided to
go inside the house, to find out what it was about.
‒Son, go see if dinner is ready, will you? He said, hiding his obvious suspicion.
‒Yes dad, ‒said the boy, entering the house, continuing to play with the baseball.
Upon entering the house Steve went straight to his office to read it in private. He
flipped on the light switch with the edge of his hand and settled into his seat.
He opened the envelope and began to read its contents, that was when his nightmares
began. The letter read like this:
LETTER FROM THE WATCHER
Dear New Neighbors of 1084 Buckhead Ln,
Let me welcome you to the neighborhood. 1084 Buckhead Ln, has been my family's
fixation for decades and now as his 110th birthday approaches, I have been given the
charge of watching and awaiting his second arrival.
My grandfather owned the house in the 1920s and my father inherited it in the 1960s.
Now it is mine.
How did you guys end up here? Did the 1084 Buckhead Ln attract you with its inner
voice? Do you know the history of the house? Do you know what 1084 Buckhead Ln
hides within the walls? Why are they here? I'll find out. Do you need to fill the house
with the young blood I requested? Better for me.
Was their previous home too small for the growing family? Or was it greed that made
them bring their children to me?
When I know their names I will call them by them and attract them to me. I asked the
Shapiro to bring me young blood and they seem to have listened to me. You don't
want to make 1084 Buckhead Ln unhappy. You have children, I have seen them. I
think there are 2 that I have come to count. I know another is on the way, but I don't
think you know. Would you like to know who I am? There are hundreds and hundreds
of cars that drive past 1084 Buckhead Ln every day. Maybe I'm in one of them. Look
at all the windows you can see from 1084 Buckhead Ln. Maybe I'm on one of them.
Look out of any of the many windows in 1084 Buckhead at all the people who pass
by the house each day. Maybe I am one of them. Welcome, my friends. Welcome.
Let the feast begin.
«The Watcher».
Suddenly disturbing thoughts rushed into his mind. When he finished reading that
letter, he brought nothing but oscillating and blind darkness, which invaded his
moonless soul. Was it just a joke? What or what was the purpose of that letter? And
more importantly why?
That was too creepy for Steve. It could be a simple joke but it didn't seem like it to
him, so without thinking twice I grab the phone and call the police. The officer in
charge of his case was the officer, Ralph Edgerton, and it can be said that he could
not do much. To begin with it was a simple letter, a letter that could be a joke or a
tantrum that any neighbor, a jealous and envious neighbor or simply anyone who
could not buy that mansion. And secondly, this "the Watcher" has not attacked
anyone, he only wrote some somewhat creepy things and apart from that he did
nothing else. However, to leave Mr. Brough a little more calm, the police officers
asked him a few questions, if he had any enemies, if there are more people interested
in the house, if he had a fight with someone recently and to all Steve answered no.
There were two more interested in buying the house, but it must be said that they both
retired before them. They did not fight with the price, they did not haggle, they
directly moved away and on the other hand obviously the growing fortune of the
Broughs caused envy and misgivings in everyone who knew them. People at work,
friends, family, a lot of people were envious of them, but he thought that none of
them could do something like that. After spending the whole night at the police
station Steve got in the car and drove back home and once there he told his wife
everything. Mary Ann was as shocked as he was. Mary Ann was a woman of her
house, she dedicated herself to her housework and in her spare time she wrote science
fiction stories, which she sold to a small local magazine. The next morning the two of
them wrote an email together to send to their former owners of that house, Timothy
and Andrea Shapiro, two retired chemists who lived there for more than 20 years. In
this email, Mary Ann transcribed word for word the entire letter from the "Vigilante".
She presented the letter, her impressions and also asked the Shapiro if they had
received other letters similar to that, to which they replied affirmatively. The day
before selling the house, the Shapiros received a somewhat strange letter, the letter
was signed by a certain "Watcher" and he thanked them for taking such good care of
the house during the last 20 years, among many other things. He asked them to bring
young blood, to sell the house to a family with children, but when they read that they
thought it was a joke, so they took the letter, tore it up and threw it in the trash. Steve
and Mary Ann, they couldn't take it that way, the letter from the Shapiro was very
kind, but the one they received was practically a threat. However, the days went by.
That letter had aroused some fear and nervousness in the family, but the days went by
and nothing happened, so they directly pretended nothing and went on with their
lives. It should be noted that the first days strange noises could be heard in the attic,
on the floor above, but they did not give it importance. Although at certain times they
were very careful, they tried to carry it normally.
Best they didn't trust anyone in the neighborhood. Anita one day playing in the
attic found an old doll inside in an old solid acacia wood trunk. Since then the little
girl would not be separated from it. At noon the children were playing outside in the
garden with their dog Oko, a 5-year-old black German shepherd, while Steve and her
wife discussed the unfortunate issue surrounding their lives.
Even so, and even if they did everything
‒How did I know you're pregnant? Steve asked. Why did you not tell me?
‒What? His wife exclaimed.
‒Who wrote the damn letter knew it, why?
‒Do you want to calm down Steve? Children will hear you. I was thinking of telling
you, I was just waiting for the right moment... ‒ He answered uncertainly.
Steve holds up a glass of wine while nervously expounding his theories.
‒He knew Mary Ann, tell me how did he know? ‒I ask.
‒How do you want me to know? You're the only one who knows, now... Nobody else
my love. I don't know who that person can be, ‒she said, trying to reassure her
husband. ‒This seems like a practical joke, honey forgive me, I should have told you
when I found out I was pregnant. She exclaimed, when she took him leaving the glass
of wine from her husband's hands and leaving it on the kitchen counter. They both
hug, comforting each other.
The police advised them not to tell anyone about the "letters." Since the
«Watcher» knew that if they were afraid he could do anything, so they decided to
integrate into the neighborhood to see if someone would be out of line. They used to
meet neighbors with children, they went to barbecues, they were nice to everyone,
but every time someone made a strange comment Steve and Mary Ann, they went
into paranoia, in fact a neighbor once said the following:
¡What a joy you have children! ¡That house needed young blood!.
And automatically Steve when hearing this called the police and accused the
woman, he had no evidence but no doubts and for the simple fact that that woman
said those words «young blood» for him there was no doubt that it was the «Watcher»
but unfortunately that lady had nothing to do with it.
June 18, One hot summer afternoon they were visited by the local priest, a
pleasant middle-aged man, who had known the family for several years. Father
Thomas Wimmer took the liberty of entering the Brough house by not getting a
response from them. Holding a briefcase under her arm, she called again insistently in
a loud voice, walking through the dressing room, next to the main stairs. Since there
was no answer, she decided to go up the stairs to the second floor, but not before
leaving her hat hanging on a coat rack next to the mirror, in the main entrance. Going
up the stairs they began to hear some murmurs and chilling laughter. As the priest
climbed the stairs the laughter of a girl became more intense. The father stood in front
of one of the doors of the rooms upstairs and with the knuckles of his right hand
knocked softly on the door. Knock Knock. He didn't get an answer either, so he
decided to enter the room without hesitation. There was nothing strange there, it was
just the room of Anita, the Brough's youngest daughter. On the bed was the girl's old
doll. She did not care and put the briefcase on the bed and took out a bible from
inside. The father went to the window at one point and saw the children playing ball
with their dog. Father Thomas tried unsuccessfully to open the latch on the window,
after taking one last look, outlining a smile, he retired from the window holding the
bible in his hands and opening it in half, placing it on the girl's bed. In those
moments, the sharp buzz of the flies perched on the glass of the windows caught his
attention, that made him uneasy, after hearing the dry knock of the door closing
abruptly from the room. That reveals a certain nervousness and disturbance in the
priest. With a cloth handkerchief he wiped the sweat from his forehead, when he
finished, he put the handkerchief away and took a stole from his briefcase, which he
kissed on a gold-colored embroidered cross, before placing it on his shoulders. The
buzzing of the flies began to be heard louder and louder, when he turned around he
saw that there were more flies crowded in much of the window pane, avoiding the
situation as if nothing was happening, he placed the stole on his shoulders. The flies
were already occupying much of the window frame and a large number of dozens of
them did not let the sunlight enter. He began to feel discomfort and with both hands
he lightly massaged his temples in circular movements, aided by the fingers of both
hands, but even that did lessen the pain caused by the noise. The thunderous noise of
the fluttering of hundreds of flies crowding on the window pane. The sweat was
noticeable on him and it intensified more and more with each passing second, fearing
he would lose consciousness at any moment. Some of those flies had settled on the
face, the head and in some places of the fabric of the cassock. Father Thomas, trying
to keep his composure, took one last look at the window, until a severe abdominal
pain made him sag, but he still endured the intense pain. The terrible pattern of terror
was drawn on his face. The noise was louder and louder as time passed and the pain
intensified by the minute. That terrible buzzing pierced to the extreme the prayer of
the Holy Father, who saw how his forces were failing as the dark force took over his
senses. Finally the door of the room slowly opened and a macabre psychophony was
heard, which said: Get out.
The priest, still with some flies covering his bald head, weakened, got up from the
floor, still holding the bible in his hand, walked weakly until he staggered out of the
room. He went downstairs with severe abdominal pain and once at the entrance he
vomited on the porch.
On June 19, Mary Ann is inside the house organizing everything for dinner. That
same night the phone rang. The call came from the home of Father Thomas Wimmer:
Mary Ann picks up the phone.
‒Yes tell me. -I ask.
‒Mary Ann, I am Father Thomas," he replied nervously. ‒Mary Ann, do you hear
me? The phone emitted a strange noise that made it impossible for them both to hear
each other.
‒Hey, who is it? ‒She asked, but no one answered, she only heard that strange
noise. Mary Ann, pressed the call unblock button several times, but it was useless, no
one answered.
‒Mary Ann, if you can hear me... I beg you to listen to me carefully...,‒he said
while trying to establish communication, but suddenly he suffered a burn on his hand,
which was holding the phone, that caused him to immediately drop the device.
‒Say, say… ‒Mary Ann said, before hanging up the phone. Father Thomas
quickly went to the bathroom to clean his wound. By observing his hand carefully, he
could see that he had second degree burns on the palm of his hand.
03:15 in the morning, Steve wakes up suddenly that same night, hearing strange
noises, like whispers caused by the wind. He went into the hallways of the house and
briefly checked the children's rooms downstairs. The window of Anita's room was
open, immediately her father went quietly and closed it making as little noise as
possible, so as not to wake the little girl. She looked out the same window to see that
there was no one outside on the street. He walked in his footsteps, until he left the
room, closing the door gently. But I kept hearing those creepy whispers in the
hallways of the house. That night it was very windy outside and unexpectedly she
found the dog lying in front of her son's room. Upon reaching the door of the room,
Oko got up and with submission greeted his master waving his tail, the dog received
the affectionate caresses from Mr. Brough for being a good dog. However, when
opening the door of the boy's room a strong smell came out of there, the air was
heavy, but that did not seem to affect at all the deep rest of Jeremy, who was sleeping
peacefully. However, something inexplicable disturbed Steve, there was something
dark in the environment, something that he could not explain .. He remained for a
moment listening silently and staring at each of the changing forms that the shadows
that reflected the light that came from the windows took. Oko, meanwhile, crept into
the room and settled on the rug next to the bed. That gesture seemed to reassure Mr.
Brough, who left the door ajar and returned to his bed, next to his wife. No one
noticed that there were some flies crowding the window frame of the boy's room.
The next morning Mary Ann returned from shopping, went into the kitchen, and
began to store the food in the refrigerator, on various cabinets and shelves. Steve's car
was not in the garage, indicating that he was not at home. A foul smell caught her
attention, which forced her to cease her activity. A strange sensation ran through her
senses for an instant, something was wrong or that was what she imagined. Mary Ann
came out of the kitchen to better check her suspicions, but there, in the hallway, there
was nothing. As she turned to continue with her chores in the kitchen, she was scared
to death when she saw her daughter suddenly behind her.
‒Daughter, I wasn't expecting you, what a scare you have given me. Are you
coming to help me? She said jokingly squatting down and placing her hands on her
daughter's belly lovingly.
‒My friend Sophie wants to play hide and seek. Can I go play with her? -said.
‒Well, you can go upstairs and play for a while, does your friend like cookies too?
He said smiling.
‒No, I don't think so, ‒he said with a certain spirit of disappointment.
‒No? Come and play, I'll see you later, darling, ‒she said, accompanying a certain
pat on the butt in an affectionate farewell.
Mary Ann, prepared to telephone the parish of the city, since the day before she was
waiting for the visit of Father Thomas. She completely ignored what happened at the
house yesterday.
‒Yes, this is Mary Ann Bough, could I speak to Father Thomas, can you please
come in?" -I ask.
‒Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Bough, I'm afraid Father Thomas is not feeling very well
today and is resting. ‒He claimed. ‒I am Father Michael Owens, can I help you with
something? He continued saying.
‒Ah, Father Owens, we had arranged for you to come to bless the house yesterday,
but we will wait for you to recover, I don't think it's something serious. ‒said.
‒The symptoms are stomachic, but he's fine. Mrs Brough, was Father Thomas at
your house yesterday? -I ask.
‒We were waiting, but he didn't show up. -said.
‒Well, I'm sure he went to see them. ‒He claimed.
‒That's not impossible, we were at home all day. ‒He claimed. ‒Nothing happens,
it must have been a misunderstanding, the most important thing is that he recovers. -
continuous. ‒Tell him that as soon as he gets better, come see us. Mary Ann said.
‒Yes, I'll tell you, thanks for calling Mrs. Brough. ‒He said, hanging up the phone
thoughtfully.
At one point Mary Ann took the keys from the shelf and went out into the garden,
motivated by an internal impulse she approached the mailbox and there, again she
found a second letter from the «Watcher» a letter called «for the Broughs», which
read like this:
LETTER FROM THE WATCHER
For the Broughs:
Welcome back to your home at 1084 Buckhead Ln. I have been very busy with the
children. I still remember the days of your move, you unloaded cars full of your
personal belongings. The dumpster was a nice touch. I was wondering if the workers
would find what is hidden in the walls. In time, you will end up doing it.
I am delighted to finally know your names and those of the young blood that you
have brought me, Anita, Jemy, the truth is that you say their names very often. What
is the name of the child on the way? Georgie, isn't it?...
The 1084 Buckhead Ln, is happy that you are in my bosom. Years and years have
passed since young blood ran through the hallways of the house. I noticed that your
daughter uses a painting easel.
Is she the artist of the family? You should see what she draws when I accompany
her in her thoughts. Have you already found all the secrets that the house hides? Will
they ever play young blood in the basement or are they too scared to go down there
alone? I would be very scared if it were them… It is far from the rest of the house. If
you were upstairs you would never hear them scream.
I see you sleeping in the attic and your children sleeping together on the second floor.
It is so lovely. Do you reserve the rooms facing the street for something or someone
special? Whose young blood will run through my veins again? I'll know when the
little one is born, the last of the Broughs. On the 6th of the month... I will save that
for later... I'll eat! Actually, I'm already salivating.
All the windows and doors at 1084 Buckhead Ln allow me to walk in, see you and
follow you with my eyes as you move through the house. Who am I? I am the
vigilante who has been in control of 1084 Buckhead Ln, for most of the last two
decades. The Shapiro family has passed it on to you. It was their time to move in and
they very kindly sold it when I asked. I pass by many times a day. 1084 Buckhead Ln
is my job, my life, my obsession. And now you will be, too, Brough family.
Welcome to the fruit of your greed!
Greed is what drew the last three families to 1084 Buckhead Ln and now it has
brought you to me. Have a good night. And keep in mind that I will be stalking you.
«The Watcher»
When he finished reading it, the unease was so intense that it seemed to take shape.
When he recovered a few seconds later, he crumpled it up and stuffed it into the back
pocket of the Shorts he was wearing. Mary Ann walked into the kitchen and closed
the door and leaned against it, catching her breath for a moment. When she opened
her eyes and saw Steve's car approaching from the window, she calmed down a little
more, settled down and continued with her usual chores.
‒Steve and his son Jeremy came into the kitchen. ‒How are you darling? ‒She
asked affectionately while hugging her son as only a mother knows how to do.
‒I'm fine mom, it was nothing. ‒said. Those words apparently calmed her mother's
stifled mood.
‒Dr. Payne said that I am trying a sudden drop in blood pressure, but with rest it
will be fine. Steve said.
‒Honey, why don't you go to your room, I'll prepare something for you, will you?
‒said. Jeremy left the kitchen and went to his room.
‒I don't know, if it was a good idea to buy this house, very strange things are
happening, you know I don't believe in ghosts and those absurd things, but I don't
want anything to happen to the children. ‒he claimed.
‒Mary Ann, I know you're nervous about the letters, but you see that nothing
happens. Everything is fine, and everything will be fine. It was just a joke from the
neighborhood. Steve said.
‒I hope you are right. I really do. Ah! I think Oko is sick, I had to clean up some of
his vomit the other day. ‒He claimed.
At dawn that same night, footsteps were heard climbing the stairs. A ghostly
shadow was seen walking through the corridors until it vanished into darkness. It
didn't take more than a few seconds for one of the doors to the empty rooms to open
mysteriously. At that moment Mary Ann woke up screaming from a nightmare. 3:16
a.m.
‒AHHH! THEY KILLED HER WHILE SLEEP! She yelled, waking her husband.
‒It's nothing sweetheart, calm down, it's just a nightmare. Steve said trying to comfort
her with a hug.
June 20, Friday, 3:56 p.m. Father Michael Owens, along with Father Thomas
Wimmer, were driving toward the Brough house. Thomas was frankly very upset and
seriously concerned for the family, given the horrible experience he suffered two
short days ago in that same house. He had clear suspicions that incarnate evil, malefic
beings from other dimensions of the lower astral lived there.
‒Father? Father Owens said.
‒What? ‒he ask.
‒You don't think we'll be rushing, don't get me wrong, I don't doubt your
theories, but do you really think you can? He said worried.
‒I don't know, the only thing that worries me is getting to that house as soon as
possible. Father Wimmer said, clearly affected and still weakened.
He kept driving the car. Father Wimmer, showed symptoms of fatigue and weakness,
by Owens's judgment he was not in a position to carry out anything they were going
to do.
‒He is okay? Owens asked, looking at him worriedly.
‒Yes, yes, don't worry about me anymore, I'm fine, fine, fine… ‒he stated
without doubting his intentions, holding his forehead dramatically. Minutes later,
something started to go wrong.
‒Father? He asks exalted.
‒What happen? He asks, with a certain unease. ‒I think the steering wheel is
blocked. I affirm very nervous. -I can not control it. - He said scared, trying to control
the situation.
They both try to control the car, while the car increases its speed, as if it had a life of
its own.
‒The address has been damaged. Father Owens said, trying to control the car. He
circulates on the road without control, until several meters collided with a sign in the
rest area. Coincidentally, there are some flies inside the car, the same ones Father
Thomas found at the Brough house. They are both extremely scared, especially
Father Thomas Wimmer, who can't get over what happened, cold sweat beading on
his forehead.
5:27 p.m. Mr. and Mrs. Brough, accompanied by their little daughter Anita, who
always carries with him his inseparable doll that he found in an old trunk in the attic
of the house, named Sophie. Once a year the whole family gets together at Aunt
Rose's house to celebrate her birthday, a kind of family tradition. This time Jeremy
couldn't go because of his illness, but he stayed safely with babysitter Cathy. Once
they arrived at Aunt Rose's house, she greeted them with special fervor when she saw
her family.
‒Hello, hello, what a joy to see you, how was the trip? Aunt Rose said when
she saw her family at home. Come in, come in… ‒said the old woman.
The house was located on Sherwood Rd Colony, New Jersey, a few miles from
Westfield, where the current residence of the Broughs is located. These
coinciding with her birthday went to visit the old woman. Aunt Rose was a close
relative of Mary Ann, more specifically her mother's sister, who helped raise her.
She was a widow for a few years. The couple had no children and she lived alone
with her two Persian cats. Despite her advanced age, she had an enviable agility.
After a long and pleasant conversation over the table, finishing the desserts
Anita was invited by Aunt Rose to the playroom, where she had a room full of
toys and dolls of all kinds and eras that she kept a year ago, for when she had a
child, but unfortunately she never had children and now she saves all those toys
for when her little nephews come to visit her. At one point during the visit and
taking advantage of the fact that Anita was not with them, they confessed to Aunt
Rose that a few days ago they had received strange letters from a certain
«Watcher» and that disturbed them a lot and they did not want the children to
know anything about it. that matter, then Aunt Rose told them the dark history of
that house.
‒A long time ago, it happened in the early 1920s when a family, the Alcala,
settled in Allentown, Pennsylvania and started a funeral business. Charles and
his two older sons Carl and Sheldon Alcala began selling coffins, caskets, and
various decorative objects for funeral ceremonies. Soon the family business
prospered and they began to earn thousands of dollars from the sale of funeral
homes, amassing a great fortune. One day they decided to move to New York to
get more profits and expand their business. The old woman said, as she told the
story. The Broughs listened very attentively to every detail of those words. "They
bought several houses and one of them in Westfield, where you now live. Soon
the parties and excesses arrived, great businessmen were invited to those banal
parties and orgies. People of all kinds came to those parties, but above all elitist
and from a good family. But one night someone called Gerard Szandor-Levy, of
Hungarian origin, showed up. He was into witchcraft, rugged and macabre
things. He was always dressed in black, he had long straight black hair, his large
nose, his excessively thin lips, the skin on his hands was bluish-white, with a
medium goatee and mustache, perfectly trimmed. He was a regular customer of
the Alcala family, who one day happened to be in New York and was invited by
them to one of these parties. Thus began the curse in Westfield. He that night
proposed to the few guests who were still at the party, to hold a séance with the
so-called wicca or ouija board. It is said that nine people participated, among
them was one of Alcala's sons, who found the experience very exciting, he was
really very excited. Gerard began to utter unintelligible words, which no one
understood, taken from the "book of seven stars" book of spells and black magic.
It refers to the seven most powerful demons in hell. Nothing is known about
what happened in that session, but soon his ostentatious fortune led to ordeal
and disasters for the Alcala family. Charles saw his young son die of tuberculosis,
Charles himself said that he began to see ghosts haunting the house, after those
incidents his wife separated from him. His eldest son Carl continued with the
business for years, getting to marry a beautiful and wealthy businesswoman and
had three twin daughters with her, who would take care of the business and the
house in the 60s, not much is known about said twins, it is said that they ended
up ruining their businesses by spending all the savings of the Alcala Family, only
one son remained who in recent years rented the old mansion to survive on the
condition of guarding the house and taking care of fixing the damages that they
produced the wealthy tenants. Soon the morbid obsessions of that boy named
Jayne Alcala attracted attention in the neighborhood. He liked to spy on women
while they were having fun in the pool, but that was not enough for him and he
fueled his murderous instincts, he began to kidnap beautiful women and kill her
in the most horrible ways possible in his watcher house. It was said that he was
possessed by the devil. In the 1990s he disappeared without a trace and no one
else knew of the last of the Alcala. ‒Affirmed the old woman, finishing explaining
the story of the strange family. At this point Mary Ann took a crumpled paper out
of her purse and handed it to Aunt Rose.
‒What is this dear? Aunt Rose asked.
‒It is the last letter we have received. ‒She said shyly, looking at her
husband, who at that moment was confused with the situation.
‒Why did you not tell me? Steve asked, somewhat annoyed.
Aunt Rose asked for silence and began to read the crumpled letter. The old
woman took off her reading glasses closely, stared at both of them. She suffered
mild nervous convulsions, causing disturbing images to be projected into her mind.
‒Is okay Aunt Rose? ‒Mary Ann asked worriedly.
‒You have to get out of that house as soon as possible. She said alarmed. -
Why? What happens? Steve asked scared.
‒Hurry, your family is in danger. He said with determination.
The Broughs said their goodbyes to the old woman, picked up their little
daughter Anita, and all got into the car back home to Westfield.
9:09 p.m. Cathy Allit is the babysitter who looked after Jeremy that night. She
entered his room with a tray with a plate of hot soup and a glass of milk and cookies,
which she set on a side table and placed it next to Jeremy's bed, who was lying on the bed.
‒I don't think I'm hungry, but thank you, ‒he said as he delighted in watching Cathy.
It is not for less at 19 years old, she was already a woman. There was an
unmistakable sign of innocence in her, of a sweet and formal girl. he boasted a golden
crucifix on his neck, a sign of devotion and a good believer. She always has a smile
on her face, a small nose, and freckles on her face. She has green eyes and wavy
brown hair. She wore comfortable clothes to be at home.
‒Eat before it gets cold. ‒said. I'll close the windows, ‒I think it will rain tonight,
Jeremy you have to have dinner, you must go to bed soon, your mother has told me
that you have been ill. ‒She kept saying.
‒But I don't want to go to bed soon... Can I watch TV? Jeremy asked.
‒There will be no TV today, no games. I have to go to bed early, you have to obey
me. He said kindly. ‒I am old enough to do what I want. Jeremy replied.
‒Be behave well and finish dinner to give you the medicine. Cathy said, as she
approached the wardrobe the rocking chair, which was right next to the bed, began to
move slightly, rocking on its own axis, as if someone were sitting in it. Jeremy was
totally absorbed when he saw her move. The closet door slammed shut. Cathy
immediately tried to get out, but something was blocking the door.
‒Jeremy? Open the door. He said seriously, controlling his nerves. ‒Jeremy, do you
hear me? I'm in the closet, open me, please. She continued saying. At that precise
moment the door of the room closed with a loud bang. The blow was so strong that it
alerted the dog, who went up the stairs quickly. As if it were a strange connection
Anita came with her parents on the way home, but they did not realize that the girl
was drawing absorbed in her sketch pad in the back seat of the car, without raising
her head for a second. Concentrated, she did not notice that to her right her old wrist
was moving, with slow and precise turns of her small porcelain head looking at Anita.
The doll seemed to be in complete control of the situation. Anita's mind was
completely controlled by that being. Thin, slimy tentacles emerged from the doll's
back and slowly slid down to touch the girl's back, where they rose to the nape of the
neck and once there, they slightly pierced the skin and entered. In each line she drew
with the marker and showed a scene more frightening than the next. Macabre scenes
of creatures without defined forms, hooves and claws. Protruding tentacles of
demonic beings that escaped human understanding. However, her father was still
focused on the dark road, as if nothing was happening. Nothing seemed to alter the
state of normality that they supposedly lived, but the reality was that they entered
another dimension. In a place where there were no stars, just an endless road to nowhere.
9:23 p.m. Brough House. Oko, upon reaching Jeremy's room, began to bark
furiously by the door. At the same time, Cathy's fear increased as time went by locked
in the closet. It seemed that the two parallel realities were simultaneously connected.
‒Jeremy, what are you doing, can't you hear me? He said, pounding on the door.
‒I'm not kidding. Jeremy open the door right now. ‒She said very scared. The boy
was lying with his eyes with gray pupils and writhing monstrously on the bed. A
black, viscous liquid was pouring out of his mouth. He was completely beside himself as poor Cathy begged for help.
‒Jeremy, for God's sake, open the door. Please. She said, begging ruefully and very scared.
Oko, he kept barking uncontrollably while with his front legs he desperately
scratched the door to get inside. Jeremy slowly rose, totally immobile and
unconscious towards the ceiling, as if there were no gravitational force. The bedside
lamp lights began to blink uncontrollably. It seemed that time had stopped in that
place. Anita, however, continued to draw those awful things on her drawing pad with
her paintings, her eyes turned completely black from where black tears fell, which
fell down her sweet cheeks, rushing onto the drawing pad.
Mary Ann, in turn, slept peacefully in the front seat, next to the driver. Outside the
dividing lines in the asphalt were the only thing that could be seen with the car's high
beams. Consequently the walls began to crack slightly from the dark energy
emanating from Jeremy's room. This one was suspended in the ceiling covered with a
Hymenoptera species, something similar to a common wasp, but with different
features, of the same length as these and black in color. Soon they began to weave a
giant hornet's nest inside her body. Horror merged with the snapping of skin, flesh,
bone, and veins, being severed by the tiny jaws that cut at the same time like blades,
with the interest of the executioner who laughed in the dark. Cathy desperately
begged to get out of the closet. A ring of madness gripped her mind darkly, haunted
by her fear, shocked, yet frightened by what the darkness murmured. A shapeless
texture accompanied her in there, it is something that she only saw and could not
explain after leaving there. A being that any mortal would not dare to utter even in her
worst nightmares. When a new day began, the Broughs could not absorb such horror
when they reached their Westfield home. They found the chilling macabre scene
inside Jeremy's room, totally eaten up, high up on the wall. Poor Cathy Allit, was
admitted to a sanatorium, when she left the wardrobe since she had lost all rationality,
and it was said that what came out of there was not human. The Broughs were totally
devastated by the loss of their two young children that night. Steve and Mary Ann
moved to his mother's house in Baltimore. Several days passed, without being able to
forget what had happened, until they received a message on Father Thomas' cell
phone. He wanted to propose a plan to Steve. So on June 29, they met at Westfield
Parish and made all the preparations to return to that haunted house. They were
determined to end the curse that embraced the people of Westfield. That same night
they arranged everything they needed and headed there. Everything was calm, but
Father Thomas, could not judge his condition well, when he got there he began to feel
ill, with a slight dizziness that prevented him from advancing on his steps. There
were still the police tapes: CRIME SCENE - DO NOT CROSS.
‒Father Thomas, are you okay? ‒Steve asked concerned.
‒Yes, yes... let's get this over with. ‒He affirmed encouraging Mr. Brough to
continue.
They both approached the house carefully, they were fearful but determined. They
checked that no one was in the vicinity. They uncovered the gasoline jugs that they
had on top and they prepared to empty them on the walls, porch, exterior doors, all
around the perimeter, around the mansion. Steve struck a match and tossed it just to
ignite the gas. Soon it began to burn, at which point they both escaped. The house
was engulfed by fire and it was never known who might have done it. Currently 1084
Buckhead Ln, it was rebuilt by the city council to serve as a wax museum, thus being
able to revive the ghosts of that house again.
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