The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 39

Arthur appeared from out of the dense mist in the late night forest as if he were a fixture within the haze itself. He stood and meticulously studied the still, dark and quiet area with vigilant precision, not wanting to make any sudden moves. By then the rain had slowed to a whispering spray that felt soothing on his bald head. Arthur noticed that it was so dark that even his night eyes that were piercing the blackness were having a difficult time seeing straight. A sorrowful and echoing moan in the forest caught the man by surprise just then. It was so miserable and heavy that it caused Arthur's stomach to turn at that moment. But the moment the echo passed a blissful grin crossed his face.

"I hear you, poor children." He chuckled from his gut before plodding down a trail.

The man continued to walk until he came to a hut where light was flickering within. Before he could even come to the front door Arthur could hear what sounded like music coming from inside. More like humming. He then looked down at the doorstep to notice a flimsy, black skirt just lying about. He reached down, picked it up and sniffed at its fabric.

"Mama," he sneered so delightfully."

With extreme caution he neared the front door and simply pushed it open only to find both Senada and Cusha seated at the table humming the old tune, 'Take me to the water'. Arthur shut the door behind him and stood before the two women with a most curious glare on his face, as to say he was both pleased and surprised all at once.

"Is it be him?" Senada slid her hand across the table.

Cusha just looked up at the man for a moment and regretfully replied, "It be."

Arthur continued to stand and stare before he eventually said, "I do not know you." He pointed at Cusha. "But I do recall you." He then hissed at Senada. "Where have you been all dis time?"

"I be where I am." Senada answered with a quiver in her throat.

Arthur gawked all around the tiny hut which was lit up with candles from one corner to the other. "She not here, I see." He said.

Neither woman said a word. Arthur actually held his breath and looked up at the leaking ceiling before looking back at Cusha and gazing deep into her eyes.

"Ahhh...so we meet again." He smiled. "Now I know why you are here."

"Why are you this way?" Cusha asked.

"I am simply a victim of circumstance." Arthur patted his chest.

"You were never a good person." Senada gritted her teeth. "Do you

lying on the floor in the same corner. He

remember your boys now. Dey both went smoothly down

Cusha asked. "Are you happy with what took place with Isaac? How

"Isaac was a first." Arthur remarked. "He was very unusual in de sense dat he was de first outsider to experience such

"You call it grace, but it was

"Twas hell because he did not know how to utilize such a blessing," he stated. "Had he

both women. He glanced all over the room some more

"Where is she?"

Still, neither woman would speak. Arthur then drew close to

at the man, Cusha said,

"She is near

know that better than us. Or is you're shaking hand telling

rage, Arthur's fangs extended before he grabbed Cusha by the face and tore right into her flesh with the ferocity of an enraged animal on the hunt. He kept on eating and swallowing her insides so much that for a moment he forgot all about his own mission. The

dripping all over the floor the man walked up behind the old woman and rubbed

"Where is my knife?" Senada

Arthur sniffed her hair and neck before whispering, "Both of your

black ooze from out of her mouth before dropping to her knees. Arthur stood above

growled. "I am, and always shall be your

it, leaving her head dangling to the side before her entire body collapsed altogether. Arthur stood back and looked a bit longer at the dead woman before glancing back at Cusha's corpse. Then, one by one he blew out each and every candle until the hut was completely

friend," he spoke while

see a glistening substance on the ground. It was blood; Thick, fresh blood that was layering the ground before him like oozing oil. Arthur followed the trail that led down to the pig pen where only one

The blood trail was still strong, so much that Arthur could hardly contain himself from wanting to devour the lone swine that was

he knew full well that he was being led. But all he needed was Lynnette, the final piece to his all-important puzzle. Once the trail ended at the foot of the forest Arthur stopped and gazed down at the pier where numerous boats were docked. He then looked over at the

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