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Hey, I thought I would post this. My best friend and I wrote this years ago. It is non Legion, so Scott or Gary, if you want me to remove it, let me know.
This is sorta adult so if you don't like foul language or adult situations, you might wanna skip it...
Midnight Investigation Chapter 1
This is a nice shade, Odelia thought as she admired her freshly painted nails. She knew it would be a little while before anyone came in, so she had some time to kill. None of them ever came in at 8 o’clock. Hell, most of them weren’t there until 11:30 these days. And why should they, she thought. It had been a very long time since Midnight Investigations had taken on a paying client.
She retrieved another bottle of nail polish from her purse and started over. The color she had now clashed with her form-fitting royal purple business suit with the ultra mini skirt and matching 6 inch stiletto heels.
After applying a fresh coat of nail polish she quickly checked her makeup in the mirror of her compact. Perfect. As always. She stared for a moment at the reflection in the mirror. She really was beautiful, she thought. Finally. All the cosmetic work was done. It had been a long year and half since she’d started, but it was well worth it now. She had delicate features, a dainty nose, full lips and perfectly arched eyebrows. Her blue eyes shown through thick lashes and her pretty face was framed by a flowing mane of thick, black hair which she wore long and free in a full, loosely curled style.
She was startled to hear the familiar ring of the door as someone entered. She looked up, exableing to see the mailman or some other delivery person. But instead, she saw Jade. Fuck. What a way to start the day, she thought. And things had been going so well...
“Good morning, sweetie,” she called cheerfully to Jade who only growled back in return.
“What’s so good about it?” Jade asked groggily.
“Well, I guess if I looked like I’d just rolled out of bed I’d be bitchy too.”
“Fuck you,” Jade said flatly.
“Sorry. Is it raining, sweetie?”
“No. Why?”
“Well, you’re hair’s just so... flat. I thought you’d gotten poured on or something.”
“I don’t have time to screw with you, ODelia,” she said, self-consciously running her fingers through her hair. “I’ll be in my office. Hold my calls.”
“You just love saying that, don’t you? Should I run down to the pay phone and call you so you’ll have a call to hold?”
“Very funny.”
“I try,” ODelia said with a cheerful grin. “Okay, you two,” came a voice from the doorway. They hadn’t noticed Donovan come in. “It’s a little early in the morning for you to get started on each other.”
“Sorry, boss,” ODelia purred.
“Whatever,” Jade said with a wave of her hand, disappearing into her office.
“What’s wrong with her?” Donovan asked.
ODelia looked puzzled for a moment and then answered, “Well, isn’t it obvious? She’s jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Well... take a look at me. Then take a look at her. Who would you rather take to the prom?”
“Keanu Reeves,” he said quickly.
“Touché.”
“I’ll be in my office.”
“Want me to hold your calls, too?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, returning to her primping.
Donovan passed Jade’s office and continued on down the narrow hallway to his office at the end.
ODelia let out a heavy sigh, looking around the small room that served as a reception area for Midnight Investigations. She thought about the first time she had ever seen this place or any of these people. It had been almost a year now. My, how time flies, she thougth to herself, remembering how badly she wanted this job. Well, any job, that is...
Of course she had redecorated the office since then. The front office had been so hideous. There was even panelling, of all things, on the walls. It was so dark and drab. The first thing she’d done was to have someone in to put up drywall which she then had painted a deep burgundy. The desk was oak, trimmed in forest green and the border tied it all together with a gold, burgundy and green geometric pattern against a taupe background.
My, how things had changed, she thought to herself again, touching her cheek...
The door chimed again. She looked up this time to see Sabrina walk in.
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Sabrina Covington. The once internationally famous supermodel who was now doing hokey print ads for Midnight Investigations... ODelia felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought.
“Morning,” Sabrina said brightly. She still radiated a quiet, confident beauty. She was a statuesque natural blonde with a shoulder-length shag, bright green eyes and one of those to-die-for bodies that she didn’t have to work for. She was dressed in a simple black rib knit sweater, a denim mini skirt with a wide black leather belt and a pair of basic black shoes with chunky heels.
“Hey, babe. How’s it going?” ODelia smiled.
“Oh, not too bad. Is Donovan in?”
“Surprisingly,” ODelia answered with a glance at her watch, “he is.”
“I’m going to run back and talk to him.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You seem a little... I don’t know... distracted.”
“Oh, I guess I’m just a little tired. I worked a double shift at the diner yesterday.”
“Oh...”
“It’s not that bad. I made almost enough in tips to cover this month’s rent.”
“Well, that’s good. So... it isn’t that bad?”
“Oh, no. You meet a lot of interesting people there. There was a guy last night who remembered me from our ad campaign.”
“You’ve got to be kidding! That was so long ago!”
“No, I’m serious,” Sabrina answered, obviously brightening at the memory. “He kept talking about that ‘Infinite Love’ series we did for Arabesque Perfume.”
ODelia’s expression changed slightly at the mention of that particular campaign. It had been the one that skyrocketed the two of them to international notoriety. And also the last one they had ever done together...
“I’m glad people remember,” Odelia said. “You were so beautiful in those ads. Hell, you still are.”
“Thanks,” Sabrina answered. “That was so much fun. I...”
“I miss it, too.”
Sabrina drew in a deep breath, smiled warmly at ODelia and said, “Well, I’m going to go back and see Donovan now.”
“See ya,” ODelia said, watching Sabrina as she walked away. The phone rang as she disappeared down the hallway.
“Midnight Investigations.”
“Uh, yeah...” came the unsteady female voice on the other end of the line, “this is Holly Remington.” Then there was a long pause.
“Okay,” ODelia prompted. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Well, in that case, I’m at a loss as to what I can help you with. Let’s see. Do you know what Midnight Investigations is?”
“Not exactly.”
“Well... How do I put this... We are a private investigation company who specializes in paranormal activity,” she explained, half expecting to be answered by a dial tone.
“That’s what I was told.”
“Oh. So you’ve heard of us?” ODelia asked, surprised. “I mean, you’re familiar with the agency?”
“Yes. I’ve seen the newspaper ads with that Covington girl. And, actually, a friend of the family said your organization might be the only one who would take my case.”
“And who referred you to us,” ODelia asked, more out of curiosity than as a tracking measure.
“Well, we had a... disturbance... and the officer on duty gave me Jade Gentry’s name in particular. He said I should call her. Is she available?”
“Uh... let me see. I mean, hold please while I ring her office,” she said, trying to mask her excitement. A case! An actual case! Hello, continued employment, she thought.
She rang Jade’s office to be greeted with a grumpy, “What?!”
Oh, shit, she thought. She did ask me to hold her calls. Oh, well... “Jade, there’s a lady on the phone--”
“I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed!” Jade said. “Take a message or just tell them the fucking check’s in the mail,” she added and then slammed down the phone.
“Alrighty then,” Odelia said to the dead phone line. Then she got on the other line and told Holly that Jade was with in a very important meeting with another client. “Can I get some information from you,” she continued.
“Such as?”
“Well, what is the nature of your problem?”
“I’m afraid it sounds too absurd to speak out loud.”
“Nothing’s too absurd for us, honey.”
“I don’t know how to say this...”
“Choose one of the following options: ghost, goblin, ghoul...” ODelia said. “I’m sorry, I’m just kidding. But, seriously, we’ve had calls about all the above, so nothing you say could sound too insane.”
“I have a witch in my back yard.”
“Oh....”
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Sabrina knocked on Donovan’s door. She heard him beckon her in, so she entered. He put the phone down and looked up, surprised.
“Hi there, I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” he said.
“I’m sorry, have I come at a bad time?”
“Uh, no. Not at all. What can I do for you ?” He looked slightly annoyed and this made Sabrina uneasy. This was not the cheery Donovan she was used to dealing with.
“Well, I hate to ask you this, but...” she paused, taking a deep breath.
“Go on.”
“Well, it’s just that my rent is due tomorrow and I’ve made almost enough money to cover it but I’m still a little short. I was wondering if you had my check for the ad?”
“Oh, that. I’m sorry it’s so late. Things have been a little tight around here.”
“I know that feeling,” she said with a nervous laugh.
He fumbled in his top desk drawer and pulled out his checkbook. He wrote a check and handed it to her. “How are you doing anyway?”
“I’m good,” she answered. She looked down at the check. “Oh, this is more than we agreed on, Donovon.”
“I know,” he said simply.
The warm and tender smile on his face said more than any words he could’ve added. He had always been a kind and generous man, she thought. If only...
“Are you ready for that shoot next week?”
“Yes. I’m really looking forward to it.” She put the check in her purse and as she did so a slip of paper fell out onto the floor. She quickly retrieved it and stuffed it down deep in her purse. She looked to see if he had noticed but luckily he had been pre-occupied by a picture on his desk. From the corner of her eye, she could see that the picture was of an attractive man. She couldn’t tell who it was. “Well,” she said, “I need to get moving. I’ve got a lot to do. It’s my only day off this week.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye,” Sabrina said, taking one last look over her shoulder at him as she slowly closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed before walking back out toward ODelia’s desk.
She said goodbye to ODelia and made plans with her to get together that evening for a movie. On her way out the door she was nearly run over by a disheveled and kinetic young man who was rushing into the Midnight Investigations office.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, jumping back. “I was just....”
“In a hurry,” she smiled.
“I guess you could say that. I just really have to pee.”
“It’s okay, honey,” she said, kissing him on the forehead. “You go. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye,” he said, hurrying past ODelia who watched as he ran to the restroom.
Moments later, a much calmer Patrick Dillon emerged from the restroom, still looking like he needed a shower and a shave.
“Did you and Jade have a party last night?” ODelia asked.
“No, why?”
“Nevermind.”
“Okay,” he answered. “Do you have any hairspray?”
“Duh. I never leave home without it she said,” retrieving a large can from her desk drawer along with two different brushes. “And you’ll need one of these.”
“Thanks,” he answered. “Uh, I don’t guess you have a toothbrush in there, do you?”
“Yuck. You’re not using my toothbrush!”
“But you have one?”
“Of course. I could live here in case of an emergency.”
Patrick walked over to her desk and looked down into the open drawer which truly contained all of life’s essentials. He began giggling. Eventually something in the drawer caught his eye.
“What’s that?” he asked quite seriously.
“What?” ODelia asked.
“Is that a bottle of eye drops?”
“Oh... yeah.”
“Can I borrow it?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the bottle. “Deodorant?”
“Strong enough for a man, but... you know the rest,” she said with a smile, handing him a roll-on bottle.
“Cool!” he said and disappeared into the bathroom again.
Suddenly curious, ODelia went over and stood by the bathroom door. “By the way,” she called. “What did you do last night?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you usually come in here looking like a million bucks. Like me...”
“And?”
“And this morning you come in looking like Jade.”
“How so?”
“How do I put this?” she said, pausing for a moment. “Your clothes are wrinkled, your hair’s not combed, you haven’t brushed your teeth... and I remember that outfit from yesterday!”
“Oh! I went out last night.”
“Duh. Who was he?”
“What?”
“The guy you stayed with!”
“I didn’t stay with a guy,” he said, finally emerging from the bathroom.
“That was a quick fix,” ODelia said, surveying Patrick.
Though his clothing was still wrinked, his blonde hair was now lying in a perfect side-swept style, his blue eyes gleaming.
“You are so cute,” ODelia said.
“I know,” he replied with a wink and a know-it-all grin.
ODelia reached out to run a hand over his shirt, pressing it flat against his chest.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m ironing you,” she said. “The pants are next.”
“Ooh, baby,” he said playfully, putting his arm around her slender waist.
At that moment Jade stepped out of her office.
“What the hell’s going on out here?” she asked. “Have I entered the Twilight Zone or something?”
“Damn! Maybe you did,” ODelia said, stepping away from Patrick, giving him a little pat on the bottom. “Ten minutes ago you looked like the bride of Frankenstein and now you look.... Well, better.”
“Thanks... I think.” Jade said. She was dressed in an emerald green jumper dress with a dropped waist which de-emphasized her full hips. The white top she wore underneath was form-fitted, playing up her full breasts. Her hair was now perfect, the dark auburn waves pulled back from her face with a banana clip, adding a dramatic look to her face which looked like that of a delicate porcelain doll, her full bow-shaped lips accentuated with a scarlett shade of matte lipstick.
“Is it time for the morning meeting yet?” she asked.
“I hope not,” Patrick said. “I just got here.”
“Imagine that,” Jade said.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Jade?” Patrick asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Step off, girl,” ODelia interjected. “I recall a certain miss princess not getting here until 11:30 yesterday.”
The three of them were interuppted at that point by Donovan who stood in hallway looking at them. “So you’re all fighting now?” he said.
“Just playing, boss,” ODelia said with a coy smile, returning to her desk.
“Meeting?” Jade asked.
“Later,” Donovan said. “Patrick, can I see you in my office for a minute?”
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“She started it,” he joked, pointing at Jade who simply rolled her eyes and returned to her office.
“What’s up, bud?” Patrick asked as he entered Donovan’s office.
“Not alot, I just wanted to catch up with you a bit.”
“Oh, I thought you were mad at me again.”
“No, not at all. I just wondered how you were doing. I see you’re clothes are wrinkled today. I guess you went out last night?”
“Yes. And before you give me that disapproving look, I didn’t do anything. I took Zachary out to dinner and we went to the club. I got trashed of course and he took me home with him. I was too drunk to drive.”
“I see.”
“I bet you do,” Patrick said. “Look, I know you don’t care for my taste in men.”
“None of my business.”
“True. But you think everyone I go out with is trailer trash.”
“Well...”
“But Zach isn’t like that.”
“Patrick, I really haven’t said a word. Are you being paranoid for a reason?”
“Sorry. Actually, we got into it pretty bad last night.”
“About?”
“He’s trailer trash.”
“But you just said...”
“I know,” Patrick said, putting up his hand in a gesture of silence. “I wanted to believe he was different, but they never are.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Donovan replied.
“Okay. We are in the Twilight Zone. Mr. All-men-are-pigs is telling me that there is inherent good in the homosexual male?”
%iew(3Well, let’s just say I’ve met someone too.”
“Really? That’s great, buddy. Who is it?”
“I don’t wanna say much yet. I’m afraid I’ll jinx it.”
“Be that way.”
“Just for now, I promise I’ll bring him around for inspection soon.”
“Well, at least tell me if it’s anyone i know.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Who?”
“Remember all those people you said were snobs at the bar a couple of weeks ago?”
“Yeah, I hate them.”
“Well, the head snob and I have struck up a friendship over the last couple of weeks.”
“Better you than me. So how did you hook up with that?”
“On-line.”
“Say no more,” Patrick said as he rolled his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You and your fucking on-line romances. You know they never go anywhere. It’s a dead-end.”
“And trailer trash leads to what exactly?”
“He lives in a townhouse.”
“Yeah, next to the ghetto.”
“We live in Cyan City, there is no ghetto.”
“Point taken,” they both laughed for a minute as Jade walked in.
“Can we please start the damn meeting now?”
“Bitchy much?” Patrick asked.
“I just want to get this over with. It’s the same thing every week. We don’t have anything to talk about and I have a nail appointment in an hour.”
“So the truth comes out,” Donovan said.
“Yeah, Princess can’t miss her nail appointment.”
“It’s not that,” she said. “I’m just getting frustrated that we haven’t had any work.”
“Well,” Donovan began, “that’s why we really need to be doing some planning.”
“Planning of what?” Jade asked.
“Planning how we’re going to get some cases,” Donovan explained.
“Got you covered,” came ODelia’s voice. She was standing in the doorway to Donovan’s office with a clipboard in her hand, a pencil stuck behind her ear and a big smile on her face.
“What are you talking about?” Jade asked.
“I just happen to have two brand new cases!”
“Get out!” Patrick gushed.
“Okay,” she said, turning as if she were going to leave the room.
“You’d better not,” Donovan said with a smile. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Even I am almost happy to see you at this point,” Jade added.
“That’s a first,” ODelia said with a fake grin. “Anyway, here’s the deal. Jade had a lady calling in--you remember, the call you wouldn’t take. She has a little problem you will probably be perfectly suited for.”
“Why did she call me?”
“She has a little witch problem. Christian referred her.”
“I’m sorry,” Jade said. “A what?”
“A problem with a witch. It’s in her back yard. Don’t ask. Just call,” ODelia said, handing her a slip of paper with some notes and Holly Remington’s phone number and address.
“And for you,” she said to Patrick, “This guy sounded cute on the phone. He wants someone to investigate a phoney psychic who’s been eating into his inheritance by charging his wealthy mother for a little advice from the nether-world.”
“Cool!”
“What about me?” Donovan asked.
“There’s only two. And since you’ve been looking a little under the weather lately, I thought you might enjoy some rest for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you look sick.”
“Gee, thanks. But I do have a headache.”
“I’ve noticed it, too,” Patrick said.
“Yeah, I was going to be too tactful to say anything,” Jade said, cutting her eyes at ODelia, “but you haven’t been looking like you’ve felt well for a couple weeks.”
“Well, I haven’t exactly been feeling ship shape. I think it’s just a mild case of the flu or something, but I’ve been getting these awful headaches and they keep getting worse.”
“You need to see a doctor, honey,” ODelia said, concern edging into her voice.
“I’m fine. I’ll just take some time off, maybe. I’ll get some rest and I’ll be back to normal in no time. Now I might actually be able to think about something besides how we’re going to pay the bills. We actually have cases!”
“Well,” Jade said, “we don’t know for sure. Both of these people could turn out to be like the last 500 losers who’ve called in and need a good psychiatrist more than they need anything else.”
“You have a point,” Donovan said, looking a little grim. “Why don’t you two find that out. I’m going to go home for a few hours. Call me there and let me know if they turn out to be good leads.”
“Sounds good,” Patrick said.
“Well,” ODelia said, “I guess I’d better get back to the phones. Who knows what else we might come up with.”
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By the time Donovan had pulled into the driveway of his apartment complex, his head had begun pounding incessantly. The pain was almost too much to bear as he got out of the car and fumbled with his keys trying to unlock the door.
Once inside he went immediately to bed where he almost fell onto it. His head was killing him. What the hell was wrong, he wondered. The headaches had been getting worse, but this was by far the most pain he had ever experienced.
He tossed and turned on the bed for a moment until he found that even the slightest movement caused an excrutiatingly sharp stab of pain running from his temple to what felt like the center of his head.
He pulled a pillow over his face to block the light which seemed to also be causing him increased pain, but it didn’t help. He laid there still for a moment until he could take it no longer. He struggled to his feet and made his way to the kitchen where he retrieved a bottle of aspirin. He poured out first a few and then more into his palm and gulped them down, running water into his cupped hand and washing the pills down with it.
He couldn’t make it back to the bedroom. It seemed a thousand miles away. So, he crept to the living room couch and sat there, rubbing his temples, eyes clenched shut, trying to forget about the pain.
This was sheer agony. He knew something had to be wrong—very wrong. This was no normal headache.
He sat as still as he could. After a few more minutes of this he began to feel slightly better. The pain had settled to a dull throb, the stabbing sensation easing a bit. He drew in a deep breath and let out a subtle sigh of relief.
At that moment a wave of sheer agony washed over him, his head feeling as if it would lilterally explode with the pressure built up inside of it. He lashed out in frustration and let out a scream as he knocked over a small crystal carousel horse figurine that Patrick had given him for Christmas last year. It shattered into a thousand shards of brilliant light, sharp and seering as the pain he was feeling.
*** Sabrina searched for her keys in the small purse at the foot of the stairwell which lead to her tiny loft apartment. She took out the paycheck and the note that she had kept hidden from Donovan earlier. In the process of removing these items, her keys fell to the floor. As she bent over to pick them up, she heard a sound coming from the top of the stairs. She jumped. No one should be up there. Hers was the only upstairs apartment.
She retrieved her keys and stood up, not knowing what to do. Her nerves were just getting to her, that was all, she thought. No one was up there. The sound had probably just been made by one of those damned stray cats in the alley. She slowly made her way up the staircase.
She made it to the top of the stairs and unlocked the door to her apartment. She turned on the lights and gasped. Her apartment had been torn apart, furniture thrown about and ripped to shreds, all of her things in disarray.
“Oh, my God!” she said out loud.
She moved into the living room, stepping gingerly over a toppled lamp. She drew in a deep breath and began to rummage for the telephone. She had to call someone... Donovan. He had said that if she needed anything she should call. Then she heard another noise.. This time it was coming from her bedroom.
Instinctively she picked up a large crystal vase and held it over her head as she crept toward her bedroom. The noise grew louder and more insistent as she entered the room. She made her way through the darkened doorway and used her free hand to grope for the light switch. She flipped the switch, but the light did not come on. She moved a little further into the darkness. She could barely make out something on her bed. She tried to allow her eyes time to adjust to the darkness so she could see what it was, but just then she could sense that someone was in the room with her.
She froze as something moved through the darkness toward her. The figure was draped in black and as it moved it looked like a dancing shadow. Sabrina felt something hit hard against the back of her head. She could feel the pain envelope her and then she could feel nothing
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Jade paid the taxi drive outside the address that ODelia had given her. She sauntered up the front porch steps of the little ranch style suburban home. This was too entirely all-American, she thought. What kind of paranormal problem could these people have? Was their espresso machine posessed, giving out split pea soup instead of coffee? Poor dears, she thought.
She rang the doorbell, noting as she pushed the button that her nail polish needed touching up. She only wished that this wouldn’t last too terribly long so she could still make her manicure appointment at Desiree’s, her favorite little day spa.
What was it ODelia had said about this case? Something about a witch. Whatever. Witches in suburbia. How trite.
Jade’s mind began to wander to thoughts of Christian. It was he who had referred Holly to their agency. So, he was thinking about her. That was a good sign...
A woman appeared at the door, drawing her out of her reverie. She stared at Jade for a moment through the screen door.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked with a slight southern accent.
“I’m from the agency.”
“You must be...”
“Jade Gentry from Midnight Investigations.”
“Oh,” the woman said, opening the screen door to allow her in. “I’m Holly Remington. “Come on in. Would you like a glass of tea?”
“Thanks ever so much,” Jade said, relieved that this woman seemed, on first impression, to be normal and even be in a reasonable state of mind.
Still, she tried to remember why she was here. A witch? Please.
Jade took a seat in a wing backed chair in the formal sitting room that was decorated rather tastefully in a traditional sort of way. A lot of browns, tans and neutral shades. Nothing Jade herself would have chosen, but well put together nonetheless, she noted.
The woman returned with two glasses of iced tea and took a seat on the couch opposite her and handing Jade a glass.
“I hear you have a little problem,” Jade began tentatively. This would be where it all began to fall apart. This is where the psychosis would become apparent. It was obvious from the look of the place that the woman could probably afford to pay their fee, so there had to be something wrong. This was too good to be true.
“Well,” Holly began slowly, looking down, “I don’t know exactly where to begin. I told your receptionist a little of what’s been going on.”
“Just take it from the top. All I’ve been told is that you’re having a problem involving a... witch.”
“That’s not exactly what I said,” the woman said indignantly.
“Good. What’s your story?”
“I told the lady on the phone that my children have been telling me they’ve been seeing something in the back yard of the empty house next door—an old woman. They say she’s...”
“Yes?”
“Green.”
“What?”
“They say she’s green. They say there’s an old green woman in that back yard who scares them. She’s dressed all in black and wears a pointy hat, has a big nose and she carries a broom.”
“I see.”
“Believe me, the first thing I did was take them both to see a good child psychologist. They could find nothing out of the ordinary. They said the children appeared to be telling the truth—at least they believed what they were saying and didn’t appear to be delusional. This is the only strange behaviour I’ve ever seen out of either of them. They’ve never been the type of children to make up stories or even to exaggerate the truth. That’s why I can’t understand what’s going on. I just have to find out.”
“Well, surely you’re not just going on what they told you. I mean, you seem to think there’s something more to this story. Is there something else you haven’t told me?”
“Yes, she said,” standing. She walked to the other side of the room and opened a drawer in a desk. She took out a piece of paper and gave it to Jade.
It was an old newspaper clipping. Jade read the date. July 10, 1919. She looked up at Holly questioningly, wondering what the hell this had to do with anything.
“Read it.”
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Patrick maneuvered his little red Toyota Celica down the streets of Cyan City toward the west side of town where the client had told him Madame Dupris practiced her art of phoney fortune-telling.
He thought about what he had said to Donovan earlier about Cyan City not having a ghetto. Well, he thought, I guess I was wrong. This part of town was completely different from any other he had been in. The buildings were old and run down, the streets all in need of repair, sidewalks crumbling and the people sparsely scattered along the sides of the road were all dressed shabbily.
He pulled into a parking space in front of the building indicated by the client. This couldn’t be right, he thought. The guy had said that his mother was filfthy rich and that she relied on this woman’s advice religiously. Why would some old rich woman take the advice of someone who worked out of such a place? He was almost afraid to get out of his car here.
He made sure to lock the door behind him and keep his keys in his hand as he approached the building. He pulled the heavy door open and stepped inside the lobby. What a difference he encountered as he did so. The lobby of the building was spacious and beautiful with a vast marble floor, intricately carved mahogany columns reaching toward the high ceiling. Dusty afternoon sunlight filled the room.... The scent of roses hung heavy in the air.
Patrick looked around for a moment wondering how the building could look so fantastic on the inside while it looked like it should be condemned from the front. So much for judging a book by its cover, he thought to himself.
Adding to the eerie feel of the whole experience was the fact that there wasn’t a single sign of life anywhere to be found. Closed doors lined both sides of the cavernous room and a huge staircase yawned empty and inviting in the center. He looked around to see if he could find a directory of the offices here. No such luck. He wandered a bit, heading toward one side of the room which he picked at random. He guessed he would just have to start knocking on doors and asking for Madame Dupris. Surely one of the other tenants would know where she was.
The first few doors he knocked on yielded no results. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to come face to face with a rather grim looking old man who was dressed in a navy blue bellhop uniform.
“Sir,” he said. “Can I be of assistance?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry. You just startled me. I didn’t hear you walk up,” he said, still looking around to see where he had come from, wondering how he made it across that marble floor without making a sound. Perhaps he had just been so intent on his mission that he hadn’t paid any attention to the sound, he tried to tell himself, but as he stepped back from the old man he noticed that the sound of his own shoes against the slick floor made a noise which echoed through the lobby.
“What are you seeking?” the old man asked.
Patrick felt like laughing and saying, “True love,” since the question sounded more like something a wise old guru at the top of a mountain would be asking than what a building attendant would say.
“I’m looking for Madame Dupris,” Patrick answered.
The old man said nothing, but the look on his face was unsettling. It was a cross between fear and delight, unlike anything Patrick had ever seen.
“I can take you to her,” he said finally.
“I’d appreciate it.”
With that he followed the man toward the stairwell, noting that he still made absolutely no sound as he walked along.
When they reached the foot of the staircase, the man stopped, turned to Patrick and said, “You can turn back now if you want.”
Patrick looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”
“It’s right this way,” he said as if he hadn’t made the earlier cryptic statement.
Patrick followed, shaking his head. Maybe the old guy was nuts. But if he could lead him to Madame Dupris, that would be cool.
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I'm enjoying this Danny though find it hard in places to follow because of the lack of paragraphs!
Interesting characters and already I want to read more!
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Donovon’s headache vanished as quickly as it had come. Wandering aimlessly around his apartment, he wondered what in the hell had happened. Headaches like that just do not come and go for no reason. Something had made this happen, but what? He considered retuning to the office but thought better of it. If it happened again, he didn’t want Patrick and the others to see it. No, it was better if he spent the rest of the day alone.
The doorbell rang and Donovan slowly got up to answer it. Although the pain was gone, he still felt weak and his hand hurt from where he struck the crystal. Dammit, that was a beautiful piece.
He answered the door but no one was there. Looking down, he saw a brown package on the ground. He picked it up and walked back to the sofa where he tore off the brown packaging paper. Inside was a beautifully wrapped black box tied with a scarlet bow.
Inside was a cassette tape. There was no label. Surprised, he put the cassette in the tape deck. After pushing play; there was a long, eerie silence. Finally, after he sat back down, a low sound began emanating from the speaker. What? He could barely make it out. But as it started getting louder and louder, a sense of dread came over him as realized he was listening to carnival music. Demented carousel music with haunting laughter echoing in the background. Lovely. Here we go again.
As he rushed to shut the tape off, he cut his foot on a piece of glass from the shattered crystal. He let out a slight gasp as he fell to the floor. Just then, the pain returned. This time, it wasn’t in his head. His stomach felt as if someone had plunged a knife into it and twisted it repeatedly. As the carousel music thundered in his head, the laughter got louder and louder replacing any conscious thought... ***
Sabrina awoke with a throbbing sensation in the back of her head. She had been knocked unconscious by the figure that had been in her bedroom. She raised a hand to the base of her skull and grimaced in pain as she touched the tender spot left by the blow. What had she been hit with, she wondered. That damn vase! The person in the room must have taken it from her and hit her with it. It was lying in the floor beside her, shattered.
Suddenly, she heard ODelia’s voice calling to her. She stumbled to the living room to see ODelia staring wide-eyed at her.
“Girl, what happened in here?”
“I don’t know”, Sabrina said, holding her head again>
“Oh My God! You’re hurt!”
“I’m ok,” Sabrina said weakly.
“No you’re not,” ODelia insisted. “We have to get you to a doctor. Should i call an ambulance? Can you walk?”
“I just walked in here, didn’t I?”
“Bitchy, Bitchy. You’re okay,” ODelia said, finally calming down a bit. “You should at least be sitting down. If you can find a chair that hasn’t been turned over...”
“I’ll sit on the floor,” she said, sinking down.
“Have you called the police?”
“Not yet. I just... woke up.”
“What?”
“I was knocked out.”
“By who? Did you get a look at him?”
“No. I didn’t have a chance. All i could make out was an outline of someone. Then whoever it was hit me on the head.”
“Let me find the phone and give the police a call.”
“It was over by the couch before my new decorator came in and moved things around.”
“Home Interiors by Charles Manson,” she said fumbling for the phone cord and pulling the phone toward her. When she picked it up, she found the line was dead.
“Let me guess,” Sabrina said, “The line’s been cut.”
“Looks that way sweetie. Listen, I can run down to my car, I’ve got the cell in my glove box.”
“Don’t leave.” There was more fear in her voice now than there had been earlier. ODelia moved close to her and put her arms around her, giving Sabrina a reassuring hug. “Oh honey, I won’t. But we do have to get the police in on this. You could have been killed.”
“No.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to call the police.”
“You’re just talking crazy now,” ODelia said as she backed away from Sabrina and studied her, trying to determine if she was coherent.
“I know what I’m saying, ODelia. I don’t want the police involved in this. I want to call Donovan. I want him to investigate this.”
ODelia looked at her for a moment before speaking again. “Uh, I would never say anything detrimental about anyone at Midnight Investigations—except for Jade—but, honey, this isn’t exactly their cup of tea. I mean, running around chasing ghouls, goblins and ghosts is a lot of fun, but you’re in real danger, girl. Some nut case has come into your apartment, torn up your stuff, hit you in the head and you want Donovan and his team of ghost-busters to ride in, hold a seance or whatever in the hell it is they do, and save your pretty little ass? I don’t think so.”
“Listen, I know what I want.”
“I think I know what you want, too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“His name is Donovan. But, girlfriend, he doesn’t like girls. Hello! He’s not interested.”
“You are so wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean about the fact that he’s not interested. I know that. I respect that. I respect Donovan. For who he is. That’s why I want his help. I believe in him and I know he can help me.”
ODelia rolled her eyes. “It’s your quarter. Speaking of which, we need to go down to my car so I can call the illustrious Donovan. You know, the one you’re not interested in. But first I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Fine. I’m not going to argue with you anymore....” Sabrina suddenly looked as if she were lost in thought.
“What is it?”
“There’s something in the bedroom,” she answered with a faraway look in her eye. “I had forgotten about it until now. I couldn’t tell what it was because the lights were out and I couldn’t focus on it.”
ODelia fished a flashlight out of her purse.
“Do you carry everything in that handbag?”
“I believe in being prepared.”
“Just like a boyscout.”
Odelia lead the way to the bedroom. When the beam of the flashlight fell on the bed, they shrieked in unison. On the bed was the dead carcass of what once might have been a cat. It was hard to tell because of the extent of the mutilation. As Odelia moved the flashlight up the wall they saw that the animal’s blood had been used to spell out a message. “This cat didn’t have 9 lives. Do you?” The message was punctuated by the cat’s head riveted to the wall by a large butcher knife.
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An unidentified group burned the house of one Domonique Harrington on 1472 Maple Drive last evening. The structure was a total loss. Miss Harrington’s body was not recovered from the debris.
Mayor George Davidson says that the act was an outrage and the responsible parties acted in a barbaric fashion and should be brought to justice immediately
Townspeople have claimed the woman, originally from New Orleans, was practicing witchcraft. Miss Harrington, now presumed dead, has been rumored to have been in the practice of occult activities, commonly known as black magic.
Jade finished the article and looked to Holly who was waiting for her reaction. “Okay,” she said. “What’s your address again?”
“1470 Maple Drive. One lot over.”
“I see. Well, this may still all be coincidence. Where did you get the article?”
“I found it in my mailbox. Somebody had obviously left it for me to find.”
“Okay, who would have done something like that? Who else have you talked to about what your children have seen?”
“No one except the psychologists.” “You realize that this article might be bogus.”
“Why would somebody go to all that trouble?”
“That’s just one of the things I would like to find out.”
“So you’re saying you’ll take the case?”
“I’ll have to confer with the others at the agency, and at some point before that I’d like to talk to the children, but personally I’m interested.”
“What do you think it is?” Holly asked. “I just can’t allow myself to believe in the existence of witches or ghosts or anything like that. I just never have.”
“I believe that there are some things that defy easy explanations. I’ve seen... a lot.”
Jade became quiet, wondering if this was for real. It definitely had the potential to be the case of a haunting of some sort. She almost laughed to herself for thinking it, but things in her past had made her believe in things she’d once dismissed as impossible.
She tried to push the memories of that first experience with Patrick and Donovan out of her mind. Still the image of Angie Lincoln crept into her mind. To this day she could still see the image of her floating above the Administration Building... two nights after she had plunged to her death from the top of it.
“Show me where the children saw this woman in black.”
“Come on,” Holly said. “I’ll take you out there.”
Jade followed her through her backyard to the abandoned field which adjoined her property. “This is where they said they saw her,” Holly explained, pointing toward a deep ravine at the back edge of the property.
“Okay, so this is the place. Do you mean down in that ditch?”
“Yes. They go down in there to play hide and seek. I’ve told them time and time not to and I’ve punished them for it, but they insist on going down there. Or they used to. Now they won’t step foot on this lot. They don’t play anywhere. They don’t leave the house because they’re terrified. I don’t know what to do.”
“Holly, I’ll do whatever I can to help. Let me do some digging, make a presentation to my partners and see what we can do, okay?”
Before Holly could answer she stopped as a strange, eerie laughter began coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. The voice was decidely female. Smoke began rising from the ditch. It grew so thick that Jade could see only about two inches ahead of her. Oh, God, she thought. Those kids were right, for in front of Jade Gentry was a sight that defied any logical explanation.
A form began to take shape in front of Jade—a woman who bore a strong resemblance to ODelia and wore a skin-tight black sequined gown. Her long black hair danced in the wind, floating from around her face. She hovered a full three feet above the ground. For once in her life Jade had nothing to say. ***
When they reached the top of the stairs, the old man motioned for Patrick to follow him down a narrow corridor. Here the light and airyness from downstairs disappeared, giving way to a creepy half-light. The smell of the roses, Patrick noticed, was also suddenly replaced by an almost putried, musty odor. This part of the building definitely looked more like it went with what he’d seen outside.
“It’s down there,” the old man said, pointing to a doorway at the end of the hallway. It was obvious he was going no further. Patrick looked at the doorway, barely able to make it out in the pool of darkness.
“Thank you,” he said, turning to find the old man gone. Considering that they had walked about 50 feet down the hallway it didn’t quite seem possible that he had already made it back to the stairwell and disappeared. Surely he must have ducked into one of the other rooms along the hallway.
Patrick walked the 20 more feet to the doorway he’d pointed out and knocked. For a few moments there was no answer, so he knocked again. This time the door opened and he was greeted with a brilliant light which momentarily blinded him. As he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the glare, it was gone.
“Welcome, Patrick,” a female voice called. It was gentle and soothing, like someone’s grandmother inviting him in for a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies.
He moved his hand from his face quickly and studied the woman. She didn’t look all that unusual. She wasn’t as old as her voice sounded. Probably early to mid forties. She was actually quite attractive. She wore a simple business type suit, a tailored jacket and a straight skirt that fell just above the knee. Her hair was worn long and straight, but with body. Her makeup was something that Jade and ODelia would have been proud of and looked obviously expensive. No drugstore lipstick for this lady. She wasn’t beautiful or anything, but she was definitely not what he expected.
“How did you know my name?”
“Don’t freak out. Mrs. Diamond told me that her son was concerned and had called a private investigator. I’ve been expecting you.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Well, come on in. I’ve nothing to hide.”
“I would just like to ask a few questions, if that’s alright.”
“Like I said,” she continued with a wave of her hand around the room, “I have nothing to hide.”
Patrick looked around. Again, this suite looked completely out of place in the building. It had the look of a New York City penthouse apartment with plush carpeting, overstuffed chairs, a comfortable-looking sofa and glass-topped tables. It was decorated in a very neopolitan style with sparse accents, mostly architectural detail paintings like columns and cornices in gold frames.
She took a seat at a table in the corner of the room and motioned for him to join her.
“What do you want to know, Patrick?”
“My first question is... Well, what’s your story?”
“Born and raised in South Dakota. Nothing spectacular there. I moved to Cyan City when I was 18. I met a man named Nathaniel--”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Not that one,” she said with a wry smile, looking deep into his eyes. It was almost a taunting look she gave him as she lit a cigarette, took a deep drag and then threw her head back, exhaling smoke into the air.
“Listen, lady, I don’t know who the hell you are--”
“Isn’t that what you’re here to find out?” “Yes.”
“Well, do you want to hear the story or not, Mr. Renault?”
He took a deep breath and settled back in the chair. “Yes.”
“My Nathaniel was a scam artist who quickly taught me the tricks of the trade. He taught me how to provide people with enough vague generalized information that I was bound to hit on something that would apply to them and consider proof of my psychic abilities.”
“So you’re admitting that you’re a phoney?”
“I’m not finished. Want a cigarette?”
“Sure,” he said.
As she handed it to him he noticed a delicate filigree ring on her finger set with a large, gleaming emerald. It looked familiar. Damn, he thought, this is getting too fucking strange.
She lit the cigarette for him and then leaned across the table, resting her face on her hand. “I faked my way through for a long time. Then one day it happened. I was doing a ‘reading’ on someone and I suddenly had a thought enter my mind. It was the strangest feeling. Like the thought was not my own. It had clearly come from somewhere else. I hesitated and thought I might be losing my mind, but I took a chance and blurted out what had just come to my mind. The lady nearly shit and so did I.”
“What was it?”
“I said the name Celeste.”
“What was so special about that?”
“It was the woman’s daughter’s name.”
“And?”
“And she had died at birth. And I didn’t know anything about this woman. She’d just walked in off the street and I told her the name of her dead child.”
Patrick studied her incredulously. Of course she would have a story like this prepared, he thought to himself. “Okay, let’s say I buy all of this and I’m not saying that I do,” he blew smoke out of his mouth.
“Well, I can tell you that you have been smoking since college. You and what’s his name used to go to Lenny’s and sit and smoke for hours, pretending to study.”
“And his name was?”
“Donovan, sorry I couldn’t place it for a moment, but now i have a lock on him and...” Her face lost all color and she looked worried.
“What is it?”
“The clown and the carousel, that’s all I will say...”
“Well, isn’t that vague. Why can’t you tell me more? I mean, you knew ‘Celeste’, why can’t you tell me more?”
“I never said I couldn’t tell you. I said I wouldn’t. Some things fate has in store i can’t change and neither can you,” she said, snuffing out the cigarette and standing. “I need for you to leave now.”
“Well, I must say the theatrics are good. But I’m nowhere near convinced.”
“You will be. Heed the warning of an old friend returned to you.”
“Whatever. I’m gonna take this case and expose you for the phoney I think you are.” With that, he quickly left. He didn’t hear her final words.
“Yes, you do that. Call Donovan, he needs you.”
As he walked down the hallway, Patrick thought to himself that someone must have turned some lights on. It didn’t look nearly as bad in the light.
He got to the staircase and as he made his way down, he wondered if he had taken a wrong turn and was heading into a different area than he had been in before. The large room he was descending into was dark, cold and smelled of mildew. This couldn’t be right he thought, the lobby had been here. This was obviously a part of the building that hadn’t been used in quite a while and had not been remodeled like the front lobby. There were cobwebs and debris everywhere. But surely he could still get out this way. He walked through the darkened room toward a large door. He opened it and stepped outside, seeing his car parked right where he had left it.
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Donovan woke up in his on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood. He stood up slowly and walked over to the stereo where the tape containing the carnival music had finished playing. He wondered if he should try Side B. He pocketed it and decided to drive himself to the hospital. If the strange re-occuring pain wasn’t enough reason, the large gash in his right foot convinced him. He fished for his keys, finding them as well as his cigarettes and lighter, took one out, lit it and quickly walked out the door on the way to the ER. ***
The darkened room was filled with grotesque clowns and gargoyles. At the center was a small round table with a single candle burning in the middle. Carousel music blasted in the background. Next to the candle was a single doll in the shape of a man with dark hair and several push pins... ***
After the doctor at the ER had checked Sabrina out and assured a concerned O’Delia that she was fine, they headed back toward the Midnight Investigation offices. There was a long silence between them which Sabrina finally broke. “I’ve been getting notes for awhile now.”
“What?” O’Delia asked, wide-eyed.
“Someone’s been sending me threatening notes. They started off seemingly harmless, but each time i get one, they get a little more...”
“Psychotic?”
“Yeah, it all seems to be related to the ‘Infinite Love’ campaign, ‘Whoever it is, they seem upset that the campaign is all over...”
“Why didn’t you say something about it earlier?”
“I didn’t want to bring up the past. O’Delia, I know it’s hard for you to think about that time...”
“Not really. I’ve put most of it behind me and-- Oh, shit!”
“What’s the matter?”
“My brakes aren’t working!” O’Delia yelled. “Hold on honey!”
Sabrina looked out the window and realized they were heading down what was commonly referred to as Death Hill becasue of the number of tragic accidents on the treacherously sleep slope. They were fast approaching the back of a semi and there was a steady stream of traffic coming toward them in the other lane. There was nowhere to go. She looked to her right and gestured O’Delia to head for the shoulder.
“We can’t get between that big ol’ concrete side-rail and that big ol’ semi!”
“What choice do we have?”
“Okay girl. Hold on tight!”
O’Delia swerved slightly toward the concrete barricade, and Sabrina could feel the right side of the car grinding against it. Sparks flew and the car’s side mirror was knocked off, sent flying behind them.
There was about six inches between them and the semi.
“Floor it,” Sabrina said. “We’ve got to get past that thing and back onto the main road.”
“Then what?”
“Take the first exit, put the car in neutral and take your foot off the accelerator. Eventually, we’ll slow down.”
“And if we don’t?”
“Then we die in a fiery car crash! Just do it!”
“Okay. Okay! This was not covered in defensive driving school!”
“I tried to get you to go see ‘Speed’ with me...” ***
Donovan turned onto the entance ramp listening to Depeche Mode’s ‘Little 15’ when the pain returned to him. This time it seemed to center on his back. The pain was excrutiating and Donovan’s eyes began to water as he started up Death Hill. The pain was tearing into him and he wanted to cry out. His vision was completely blurred now so he rubbed his eyes and realized he was heading directly in front of a a semi. He could hear the sound of the semi’s horn as he quickly turned the wheel and returned to his own lane. ***
“Oh My God, “ O”Delia screamed. “The semi is gettting closer!”
“Floor it!!!!!!!”
“O’Delia narrowly squeezed passed the semi as it moved into the concrete railing, almost toppling over before righting itself in it’s own lane. O’Delia and Sabrina continued speeding down the hill, slowing only a little as they finally managed to get back on the open road. They still had about 50 feet to go before the road leveled off and the exit for the highway was still half a mile away.
“So far so good,” Sabrina said with an eerie calmness.
“For you, maybe. It’s not your car!!”
“I can’t afford one.”
“Well, if we get through this alive, I guess a little body work is a small price to pay.”
“And you should know all about body work,” Sabrina said in an attempt to keep the mood as light as possible. She couldn’t afford to have O’Delia go spastic now.
“Very funny.”
“Okay,” Sabrina instructed, “Now throw it into neutral and let off the gas completely.”
“I haven’t had my foot on the...”
“What?”
“The fucking accelerator is stuck!”
“Oh, Shit!”
O’Delia shifted to neutral which slowed the car’s descent on the ramp only slightly. The tires squealed as she rounded the tight curve and she struggled to hold the car on the road. She could just imagine them flipping over at the speed they were travelling.
Finally, she made it onto the highway, just in time to see the light at the base of the ramp turning red.
“Mother of God! What else?”
“Well, “ Sabrina sighed, “that school bus that’s speeding down the highway shows no sign of getting ready to stop at the intersection.”
“Oh, what a surprise,” O’delia said as she began furiously pounding on the horn. “I can’t stop here, people. Coming through!!!”
The bus driver must have heard her because he managed to screech to a halt just as O’Delia sped by.
They made it onto the straightaway where there was little traffic. After a while the car began slowling, even as the engine raced. O’Delia pulled over to the emergency lane. They leaped out of the car and hugged each other. ***
“Did you just see that?” Jade asked.
“Yes, I did...”
“That was something alright. Something strange. But it definately wasn’t a green witch.”
“No. It just looked like a shriveled up old woman.”
“What?”
“It looked like an old woman. Didn’t you see her?”
“Yeah, Yeah I did.” Jade wondered why they had seen two entirely different things. “Let’s go back to your house. I need to call the office and check in. And I’d like to take another look at that article. Actually, would you mind if i took it back with me?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“And dont worry about us taking the case Holly. It’s a done deal.”
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Very very enjoyable Danny, I really love your characters, you write their points of views very convincingly and your conversations are priceless - it can read like a play at times with the prose carrying the story along - Very nicely done!!!
I think Belinda may sue you for using a "quote" from a news broadcast to carry the story along - that's one of her favourite plot devices!!
A+ danny, this is my fave bit of fan fic right now on the board!
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quote:Originally posted by Harbinger: I'm enjoying this Danny though find it hard in places to follow because of the lack of paragraphs!
Interesting characters and already I want to read more!
I've gone in and edited the paragraphs back in. It didn't translate from word as well as I had hoped. SHould be better now!
Please don't do this sort of thing too often, there's no living with her afterwards!!!
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