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The days changed like you wouldn't believe. When he was here, the grass was green, the flowers were pink, & the night was so bright. Life had sunshine & smiles, and all those things us pessimist's despise. Home wasn't like it used to be, because a house was never home, & he was never really planted like the flowers that lead up to their house. He was home, and anywhere they went, as long as they were together, they were home. There is, in fact, no place like it. After he died, everything suddenly lost taste, like he had taken it with him. So, she had to become friendly with the darkness and all sorts of scum, like the sewer rats & the Venus fly traps that she thought sometimes talked to her. She had become comfortably numb. All the animals spoke highly of him, and they only really fear the Seventh Son, his offspring. It wasn't quite prophecy, but his rage & evil were predicted not long ago; regardless, she ignored it for as long as she could, because ignorance is bliss, right?


7. Chapter 6

Joan Marie Ringer had a sadly non descriptive obituary that week in the paper, and Maybelyn was absolutely terrified. 

Media said it was a freak accident falling down the Ringer mansion's grandeur stairs, but Joan's daughter and Mitchell being mutuals wasn't helping Maybelyn keep a positive attitude about this situation. 

"How is Battle? Have you seem her since her mother died?" Maybelyn asks her son. 

The smirk Mitchell gives to Maybelyn is already concerning, and his little nod and slight lip bite makes her pray he had nothing to do with Joan's death. 

But Maybelyn was very wrong, and Mitchell did have a big part to play, for he was the accomplice of Battle Ringer in the murder of Joan Ringer. 

No one knew of course, because Joan had just gotten back from work when Battle and Mitchell broke her arm and her leg, smashed in her head and broke four ribs, hoping that it would be gruesome enough that falling down the thirty stairs of their lavish house would cause such destruction. 

And what's more, Joan fell all the way into the all-glass table that conveniently impaled her, smashing right through her skull. 

The deed was done, and Battle was freed from her obnoxious mother, and Mitchell's itch was scratched, because the scent of blood and sight of death hit him right in the sweet spot. 

His taste for murder and thirst for blood caused him to do many other wrong murders, but because he knew this one more personally, and because it was a favour for a friend, it was far more fulfilling to Mitchell to rid Battle of her nuisance of a mother. 

The week of Joan's death was overwhelmingly busy with business, because generally freak accidents are rare. 

A string of scheduled visits were to come up, much to Maybelyn's surprise, because they're all usually walk-in's. 

"I see things in the dark. Awful things, and because I am so terrified of night time and of the dark I've developed insomnia and my electric bill has gone up because I can't be in any room with darkness and I'm just so tired. I close my eyes and I can't stop screaming and they want to lock me up in a mental hospital, but I can't. I have a life ahead of me, I want to be a doctor, and I am in college but my sorority sisters kicked me out of the sorority house because I wouldn't stop screaming at night, and I need help I just need help" the 22 year old Brighton student says. 

"Dear, calm down. You have to be more descriptive so I know what I'm going up against. It's hard, and it hurts, like picking a scab, but you have to tell me what you see when you're in the dark, Penney" Maybelyn tries to say calmly. 

"I... I can't" she chokes out and starts to cry. 

"How am I suppose to help then, dear?" Maybelyn asks. 

"I don't know! Pray for me or something?" Penney wails. 

"If you wanted prayer you should have gone to the church" Maybelyn spits. 

"Just, anything. Please just take it away" Penney sighs while sniffling. 

Maybelyn huffs out a sigh and thinks for awhile of anything that can take care of terrors, and of course there's a million things if you're being unspecific, but to really treat Penney's terrors, Maybelyn's got to know what kind of terrors they are. 

"There is a cure. Something that can help. But you have to tell me, because I could give you a cure for the wrong terror, and it would do you no good" Maybelyn explains. 

"Okay" Penney exhales.

"At night, basically any time after sundown, wether I'm alone or not, these... Hands. They reach out and grab me and pull me from everywhere. I see things in the dark, faces, shapes of people, sometimes what look like ghosts. It's all so scary, but no one believes me. It all seems so real, the hands, coming out from under my bed and grabbing my ankles, the faces looking back at me in the mirror, the shapes, on my floor like dead bodies, and the ghosts, knocking stuff over and I just want to get some peaceful sleep. I've been failing all my courses and I might get thrown out of Brighton for this" Penney explains, and chokes back tears. 

"You do have a ghost on your hands. And a nasty, terrorising one at that. Here, take this" Maybelyn says, and hands Penney a drawing of a devils trap and continues, "And draw it on your ceiling or floor, if there's anything besides a ghost it will get stuck inside there. 

"If it's a ghost, you need to salt all the entrances to your apartment, I know it sounds bizarre, but you need help and I'm offering it. 

"Use salt, any kind of salt, and dust it pretty thick on window panes, behind doors, around vents and registers, and you can even make a circle around your bed. Make sure your windows are locked and of course don't turn on any fans."

Penney nods through all of this feverishly, taking notes and straining her tired eyes to focus on Maybelyn's words. 

Then, Maybelyn gets a bright idea. 

"There's one more thing..." Maybelyn whispers, and at this point, that really gets Penney's attention. 

"Go to the Catholic Church on Engle avenue, get two rosary's blessed by the priest. Bring me one, and you wear one, and I won't charge you for today" Maybelyn asks, and Penney again nods feverishly. 

Penney leaves that day a little bit more hopeful, and Maybelyn is glad she could help. 

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