There were days he was thankful for his habits, then there were days he absolutely hated them. Today was such a day. He only had roughly four hours of sleep, but his body already woke him up at seven. He knew it was pointless to try and go back to sleep so he got up. Thankfully, he had another habit – coffee. He yawned as he waited for the coffeemaker to finish, thoughts scattered. As if on command, his thoughts started to gather as he got a whiff of the strong aroma. With his trusty mug on hand and filled to the brim, Cain Delamain entered his to study to make good on his promise to the goodly priest. Today, he was going to finish his report on the outcome of the last venture the church sent him to investigate. A four by six meter room is by no means small, but in his case, it felt like so. He had a desk flanked by stacks of folders tied off with ribbons or elastic bands. The desk itself hosted a six year old computer. The walls on two sides were lined with shelves of books on a myr
Emmy was first to wake up. She immediately regretted moving. She groaned with every move. Every inch of her body complained. Once she was able to sit herself up, the first thing she noticed were the splinters, fine splinters. A quick look told her why. The chairs in Gina’s bedroom appeared to have been ripped apart. Chunks of the wood on the side of Gina’s bed were missing. Half of a cabinet door lay in pieces on the floor. It looked like it was hacked by a blunt axe. The rest of the doors to Gina’s cabinets hung by the hinges. Another thing that caught her attention and caused her to gasp was that everyone was in different states of undress. Matt was lying on his stomach. His shirt was torn all the way down, the only thing holding it was the stitching on the neckline. His shorts were cut to ribbons. Emmy could see the inside of his thighs. She too, was missing parts of her clothes. The pajama she had on looked like it had been ripped in different parts. The top element was torn fro
Matt, after finding Jean peacefully asleep in her room, remembered his phone. He went back to Gina’s room to find Emmy slowly trying to clean off the debris on the bed in order to make her daughter more comfortable. “She’s in her room. Asleep.” “Is she okay? Is she hurt?” “No, I don’t think so. She has some scratches on her arm. Nothing serious.” “Oh, thank god!” Emmy exclaimed. Matt looked around the thrashed room for his phone. He found it facedown, further back on the top of the cabinet he placed it in. He immediately noticed the cracks. The screen had the most of it, both thick and thin. The plastic on the sides had crack too. It was off. Matt pressed the power button on top to see if it would work. He was glad when the screen came on, only for it to die while booting. He tried again. This time the screen just flickered. Matt pocketed the phone and helped Emmy clean up the bed. He carried his daughter while Emmy removed the bedsheet and gently placed her back. His muscles sc
While Emmy was cleaning up upstairs, Matt busied himself downstairs. He planned to clean up as well but his thoughts kept going back to the phone. Matt kept checking on it but it was drained. His constant attempt at turning it on wasn’t helping. He finally gave up on any pretense about cleaning up and sat in front of the laptop to review the feeds from the cameras instead. He jumped the last time he remembered which was shortly after dinner and started looking at all the video feeds, both normal and enhanced. Half an hour later, Matt had found nothing. He tried the phone again. It had charged enough this time that it was able to at least power on and make it to the home screen. He was a mixture of dread and curiosity as the device sluggishly loaded up. Matt immediately tapped the gallery app and played the first video. The sluggishness of the phone and the cracks on the screen were enough to make him frustrated. Thinking that the phone might die again, Matt went ahead and copied the
Emmy went straight to the master’s bedroom and fished a suitcase and several bags from their destroyed cabinet. She stuffed half of the suitcase with Matt’s and her clothes then went to Jean’s room. The relative tidiness of the child’s room compared to anywhere else in the house only served to make her more anxious. Emmy stuffed Jean’s clothes in the suitcase too. She almost wanted to lie down on her daughter’s bed. Everything was where it should be, nothing was out of place. She shook herself out of it and looked around to find the child’s toys and coloring books. These, she stuffed into one of the bags. Lastly, she found Jean a set of clothes to change to then called her. “Jean honey? Can you come over here please?” She called again when Jean did not answer. Seconds later, she heard her approaching footsteps. “Jean, let’s get you changed, we’re going out.” “Where?” Jean asked, standing in the doorway. “Oh, nowhere, and everywhere. We’re having a day out!” Emmy said, making st
He did not want to spend any more time than needed. Matt honked again. Hearing Emmy call out, he stuck his head out of the window and looked back towards the house. Jean came bounding out the door, swinging her rag doll and wearing a small, colorful backpack. Emmy was beside Gina, encumbered. Matt stepped out of the vehicle to help. “There’s still a suitcase upstairs.” Emmy said when Matt held out his hands to take the bags from her. “Where?” “Just at the top of the stairs.” Matt put the bags down and retrieved the suitcase. Gina and Emmy were barely out the door when he came down with the suitcase. When there was enough space for him to pass, Matt squeezed through and dumped the bags and suitcase in the back of the truck. “Jean honey, why don’t you help your sister on the other side huh?” “Mommy’s already helping.” “Yeah, but she needs it.” Matt explained, smiling at the little girl. “Plus, she helps you when you need it.” When Jean turned around to help her sister, Matt opene
“Are you sure about this, son?” The elderly voice at the other end of the line asked. “I have my doubts, Father. It’s like what Jon said, a perfect storm of paranormal phenomena.” “I can’t blame him. Even I, am having difficulty grasping this. What does your gut say?” “That something is wrong. I cannot say if it’s because it’s real or because I might be going into one of those elaborate prank shows.” “Worst that could happen is if it turns out it’s indeed a set up. Hmmm.” The priest paused. “Well, you are a private citizen. You can always use that and threaten to sue if footage is released.” “If it is a prank, or a hidden camera kind of thing, I don’t get what they’ll get out of it. I mean, we don’t ask for payment. Then again, people get paid to do stupid things nowadays.” “I heard about that. Like that YouTube thing that this confidant of yours is doing.” “Makes it worse, really. Where before, people just do it for fun, or boredom, now they have an incentive.” “First sign tha
The silence in the living room made it even eerier. Once they were inside and no further attacks happened, the children started asking questions. Emmy almost lashed at the children. To Jean especially, whose questions kept coming. It had grown silent after that. To him, the only consolation to find after what happened was that none of the children saw the figure. That’s what he concluded after listening to their questions. Only him and his wife. Matt pitied the children. If he was having a hard time making sense of anything, the children would definitely be lost. He did not fault Emmy for almost losing it with Jean. He understood. The children’s incessant questions, after their initial terror, was also understandable. Now, everyone was silent. Instead of finding comfort in each other’s presence, each one was forced to deal with it in their own way. Jean played in the mess. She found scattered debris and used them as props for her make believe show. Gina got tired of sitting down on