Children of the Night E-Book

Randy Norton

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Deerpoint, NY has a terrible secret. Cursed from long ago by an accused witch. Dragged through the dirty streets and tortured by her former neighbors. After a local kid makes a ouija board from parts of her former dwelling all manner of dark things occur.

Leseprobe

Randy Norton

Children of the Night

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The Cemetery: Tale of the Deerpoint Witch

They traveled into the darkness. Bored teens looking for a thrill. From paths in the forest, a bumpy road off from a bumpier road, and guided from flashlights and cellphones. Summer was fading fast into the twilight. In a long-abandoned cemetery, they search for proof of a long-dead legend: The Deerpoint Witch!

"Shut up dickweed!", Dobert Riley half-whispered/yelled in his nasal toned way. The homemade ouija board looked pretty sad. His mother wouldn't allow one in the house. It wasn't hard to make one out of basic stuff though. His mother would have claimed devil worship if she knew he had used the internet to look it up. They had been doing renovations on one of the oldest houses in Deerpoint, NY. Using tossed aside wood and old materials from it to make it seemed a good idea. The story behind it was scary. Dobert Riley liked a good scary story. As he talked he played to fill in the blanks. The story was old. Dobert was sure others had done the same. As he spoke to the small group his eyes sparkled from the lantern.

"Legend had that it was once the home of a wrongfully accused woman of witchcraft.  The details were lost for the most part. It was spoken that Azrell Putnam, one of the original founders of Deerpoint, was having an affair with a beautiful seamstress named Jane Winters. After he found out his wife was traveling from England to be with him he attempted to break it off. In some stories, she was pregnant with his baby. In others, she threatened to tell his wife all the juicy details of their sordid affair. Somewhere in all these stories was some truth. Either way, Azrell called the local council together to denounce her as a witch. It was only a few years after the Salem Witch Trial's and there had been strange incidents. A calf with two heads, stillborn births, and a few other signs. Azrell Putnam told them Jane had visited him in his dreams. Taken advantage of him even. Jane had a devil's mark on her left breast. Also an oddly shaped birthmark on her inner thigh! How else could a fine outstanding citizen like him know of such a thing? It was rumored he had been seen leaving her house at strange hours. Azrell was a big man in these parts. No one came forward to prove such allegations. On top of that Jane was an attractive widow who other women's husbands stared at after she walked by. In the end, it didn't take much to make a case. In the middle of the night, they pulled her out of her bed and down to the small jail. Pleading her case even as they stripped her naked to find the offending marks. Jane Winters was alone in the world for the most part. She had built up a sizable amount of money and property by working and staying frugal. All that was taken as she sat awaiting her fate. It didn't take long. Putnam's wife was due to arrive anytime. It was a crisp October day when they took Jane out of her cell.

Jane Winters was dragged over the cobblestone streets, past the church, alehouse, and homes. No one tried to help her. Instead her former neighbors and friends threw garbage and whatever else they could at her. They beat her with branches and spit on her. In what was destined to become a cornfield they invited her to confess her sins. Jane knew she had already lost. Refusing to give them that last satisfaction all she said was "I die an innocent in the company of godless wolves! You will know the truth too late! Your village will suffer as I have! I wish Azrell a long life so that he can live to see all he has accomplished go to waste! All you here I will soon see in hell!" Jane didn't fight as they placed her on the chair and threw the rope over the apple tree branch. As soon as they stepped back she kicked herself out from the chair and slowly strangled. As her still body swung back and forth not a sound went on in the small crowd. The collective madness that had taken them over had dissipated like a morning fog.