The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Lynnette sat shaking on the couch with Isaiah huddled close to her while the beast lurched in front of them like a guard dog. Its fangs were still fresh and laced with Cloyse's blood that was mixed in with soapy foam.The smell and feel of the entire room was pungent to the point where Lynnette could see hazy lines in front of her amidst the candlelight.

Every so often she would glance down at Isaiah to find him dozing in and out of sleep. She prayed that he would just fall asleep for a while, or even more, altogether, just to spare him the prolonged torture that their captors had in store.

At certain points, the beast would stop right in front of them for no other reason than just to stare with its shiny eyes. Lynnette could tell that it wanted to attack both her and her child just by how loud its fangs clashed against each, making them sound like steel utensils grinding back and forth. She couldn't fathom that such a thing was actually before her.

When Isaac attacked she never got much of an chance to view the animal's striking features, but right there in front of her was something that her human imagination couldn't even conjure. It was so big and evil looking, like its anger could set fire to the entire room.The claws that it possessed were as sharp as a grizzly's; every time it moved about on the floor they could be heard loudly clicking and clacking. They looked like they could slice right through steel without a single pause. The muscles on its arms and legs which were hidden behind so much fur were substantial enough to where breaking through solid brick walls the way they had been doing in past days seemed like no trouble at all.

Then there were the eyes behind the brown fur. The burning, bright eyes that she saw the final night she made love to Isaac. It was one of the very last images Lynnette wanted to conjure, and in all honesty, it just appeared from out of nowhere. But his eyes were something that she never gave much consideration to when he first woke up with them. It was that man, and only that man that Lynnette could see in front of her.

She was aware that a woman named Akoni had changed, but Isaac Mercer still wanted to eat her and their son. Suddenly, Lynnette's shaking slowly began to draw down to a bitter ease.

"What do you tink of, mama?" Arthur asked, standing at the threshold from what looked to be the kitchen.

Lynnette jumped in her seat to find the man looking down at her. "I...I don't know what you mean." She stammered.

Arthur went over and took Isaiah from out of her arms before he grabbed Lynnette's hands and pulled her off of the couch.

Lynnette began shivering all over again as Arthur wrapped his hands into hers and began waltzing about the room while staring at her with his bright eyes.Crying, Lynnette would look back at Isaiah to see him wallowing about on the couch before looking back at Arthur who just happened to be grinning at her.

"What goes through dat head of yours, mama?" He softly uttered into her face with his smelly breath. "I watched you every night. I saw as you were having pleasure with your Isaac."

"Did...did you?" she cringed.

"Come now, are you still afraid of me?"

Instead of answering the question Lynnette caught a glimpse of Cloyse's maimed corpse still lying on the floor. Parts of his face were scattered to one side while his left arm barely hung on to the bone, making him appear like a jigsaw puzzle.

"Please...let us go."

"No, no, mama, you and baby no go anywhere." Arthur said as he unlocked his hands from hers and proceeded to then unbuckle her pants.

"No, no, don't do that!" Lynnette furiously fought back.

it as he forced her down to the floor and

God, don't do this!" Lynnette

mama, I won my

see the man undo his own pants before attempting to pull out his member. At that juncture all she wanted to do was pass out as quickly as possible or do

of the persons underneath the sheets on the floor shrieked out in terror.The

from off of Lynnette and uncovered the sheet that was hiding

up to see a bloody woman's hands shaking and rising. Both Arthur and the beast just lumbered over her in a curious fashion,

dead come

Cloyse's body move about on the floor. Lynnette did all she could not to vomit all over herself.Arthur immediately knelt to

"Ahh, the cunt and her bastard are here." The voice said. "Finish the bitch off." It then pointed to

tore right into Claudia, whipping her body from side to side, separating limbs

cried out in shock as she rolled over and attempted to get up, only to have Arthur grab her from behind and hold her

the candlelight she could see the body dripping from head to toe in blood as its eyes glowed a dark orange. The left arm dangled

in here with me." It hissed. "He

spirit. She bit down on her own tongue, but that

is a gift."

first, Arthur looked perplexed. He released Lynnette and went over to where Akoni's clothes were still lying on the floor. He checked in every pocket before

"Ahh, de farm boy must have brought it wit him." Arthur breathed a sigh of

Lynnette no longer had the desire to speak; as a matter of fact she no longer possessed

Arthur took out a pinch of the grain from within the pouch and blew it into Lynnette's face. Lynnette

ordeal much less painful." The entity said, standing

anyone in there?" A loud voice from

to cover her ears. It then rampaged through the room, accidentally knocking some of the candles that were sitting on the floor onto their sides on its way out the

Arthur ran over and looked out

be by your sister's side and dispatch of them." The spirit

then looked up at Cloyse's body that was standing over her. Due to the turned over candles the face was more visible to see. Cloyse's skull was nearly exposed while

"Who...who are you?" She

"Ask me who