There was a persistent ringing in his ears. He groaned then got up. As soon as he was seated, Cain looked around to check, noticing that he was in unfamiliar surroundings. He had been lying in a mat on the floor. When he heard people stirring, he remembered where he was. He remembered the intense pressure and crippling pain in his head as he wondered why Jon fell. “Jon?” He called out. “He’s… still out.” A man replied as he came into view. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine Matt. Where’s Jon?” “He’s behind the sofa. What happened to you guys?” “I’m not sure. I remember feeling like my head was being crushed.” “The both of you just passed out on us.” “Matt?” Cain asked, getting up, noting the coffee stains on his clothes. “Yeah?” “I think it’s time you stopped pretending like you have any control on this.” Matt’s face searched Cain’s, looking for an explanation. “What do you mean.” “I, we, didn’t just pass out, did we? I saw your faces Matt. You were ready to grab your wife and b
He scanned the street as he exited the bungalow. He wondered briefly if all the houses in the area had the same layout. The facades all looked the same to him. Satisfied that no one was watching, he quickly got into the driver’s seat. He did not need to scan the street. He never did. His anchors always told him. Recent events made him wary. The encounter with the veteran, whom he could read nothing from, was primarily the reason. He opened the large envelope and inspected the contents. At least he was worth it. Placing the three counterfeit passports back inside, he started the car. All the passports had release dates dating a year back, complete with stamps of supposed travels. The passports were Colombian, Thai, and Filipino. He considered each one as his next destination. Now that he got what he came for, he could fly anywhere he wanted. Where to, where to? He asked himself as he waited for the light to turn green. The events of the past days hung heavily on him. He was bummed
The unfamiliar surroundings made him bolt upright. He immediately groaned in pain. Jon’s headache flared with the sudden movement. Emmy’s approach reminded him where he was. “You alright?” “Yeah. Just a headache. What happened?” “You fainted. Your friend too.” Emmy answered. “Uh. What?” “Yeah. Seeing as you did not get to drink your coffee, would you some tea? Dinner should be ready soon and ma-” “Sorry, hang on. Back up a little bit. We fainted? Cain fainted?” Emmy nodded at him. His face became a picture of confusion. Jon has never fainted his whole life. Assuming it had something to do with the reason why they were there, Cain was the last person he would expect to faint. “Yeah I… I think I’d like that tea.” He said, getting up. “And some pain relievers if you have… still have them.” “I’ll have Matt check. I think we have some stashed somewhere. Sugar? Milk?” “Just tea ma’am. Thank you.” “Please. You guys came all the way here to help us. Just call me Emmy.” “Thank you,
Father Anton Ramirez wasted no time constructing his arguments. He needed to. He was going to speak with the Bishop after all. The church did not take lightly, any lapses in protocol, especially for the IAE. There’s been so many controversies regarding the church’s approach to suspected paranormal events in the past that the Vatican itself welcomed the founding of the organization within its ranks. It was even more pleased to approve the strict rules and code of conduct. He wished he did not have to do it but Cain was right. It was no more than a gut feeling in the beginning but based on what he was told, he agreed with Cain’s assessment. Better to err on the side of caution. If it were just an elaborate show, Cain would be done in a matter of hours and that was it. The person who spoke to Cain might have been exaggerating. In his experience, people often do. Like they had a need to make their stories more believable. There was and still is a stigma attached to such events but instea
“What was that, babe?”He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Emmy’s voice. Lost in his thoughts, Matt did not hear her approach. Her face told him of her feelings about the state of the first floor. Just like him, she did not pursue it. She asked him directly what he found out.The look on Emmy’s face as Matt related what he found, as he scrubbed through the video, changed almost as fast as the events onscreen. She held on to her husband’s arm while she watched. Matt played the video in standard speed and narrated what he had discovered or think he found for each section. Even the discomfort of his muscles as she tightened her grip did not sway him from telling Emmy the details. She asked to see the last part of the video again before she spoke.“What do you, I mean, just tell me frankly, what do you remember during the last part?”“I… I remember getting thrown around. Pinned to the wall. I think when we got thrown to the bed I was already out.”“Nothing else?”“Nothing else.
After the meals, Jon immediately set to setting up is equipment. Per Cain’s request, he set up one camera for the interview in the porch. Jon, thinking of clips to put up in his channel, did not like the lighting much, but it was sufficient enough to at least capture the faces and the background properly. Emmy was the first to be interviewed so Matt could help Jon with the setup.He massaged his temples as his headache has not subsided yet. Jon already took two tablets and was thinking of getting another. Setting up took his mind of it but it would flare from time to time, making him cringe.The children played in the living room. It seemed to Jon that the older sister was just indulging the little one. He wondered how long that would last considering the TV was smashed and there was no internet in the house.“You have so many cameras.” Matt remarked.“Yeah, need to capture just about anything that might be helpful.”“What are these for?” Matt pointed to six identical cameras.“They’r
“And if you would, can you tell me about the first nightmare or vision. You said you were awake, correct?”“I was definitely awake.” Emmy answered. “I might have spaced out but I am positive I was not asleep.”“Alright, tell me about it then, including what you were doing or thinking before that.” Cain asked.“Well, I was…”Cain asked Emmy to be thorough. He preferred if people were thorough. Those who told the truth did not need to lengthen their stories, those who lied felt the need to lengthen their accounts. He would catch them. He liked it when people were thorough.This time, he had a different reason. Cain kept seeing things in the periphery of his vision, to the left. It always came from the left and seemed to move towards the right, to the left side of the house. In the time he spent with Emmy so far, he noticed four already. Four shadowy things.He gave the appearance that he was listening. He blinked, he nodded, Cain even asked follow-up questions and wrote notes on his not
“Before, or right before moving here, do you recall any violent episodes?”“If by violent you mean fighting then no. I can’t even remember when the last time was when Emmy and I fought.” Matt answered.“How about to your children?” Cain asked.“What do you mean?”“How are they disciplined?” Cain clarified.“The most they got is a light spanking by their mom. Can’t even remember when the last time was for Jean. For Gina, must have like four, five years now. Emmy’s good with them though, she makes sure they know why, even just a little and after that it sort of just works after.”“No repeat offenders then?” Cain asked with a smile.“No, none of that. They’re smart kids, takes after their mother.”“So, we can write that off then. No punishments, at least not physical. No time outs or standing in the corner?”“No sir.”“Shouting, verbal jabs?”“Oh, Emmy knows better than verbal jabs, I assure you. If you sin, she will make sure you know and regret it.”“I see. And from you, no punishments