A small blonde girl that must be about 5 years old, looks up at me with big innocent blue eyes and asks. “Mr. can you help me?”
Crouching down, my first response would be to find her mom or dad, but there is something about her that bothers me. She reminds me so much of my mom that I hesitate for a few minutes. What is it about her?
I grab ahold of her hand and lead her to the Kaffie-Frederik General Mercantile which is Natchitoches first general store. Figuring that I might find someone there who knows her, I wait by the front desk for someone to notice me standing there and approach. When no one does, I ring the bell on the counter and a short man in his 50’s hobbles out from the backroom and smiles.
“Ah, I see you have found little Isabelle. Her momma was just so panicked about losing her in here that she went to find the constable. Thank you for finding her and bringing her here right away. I will phone him
“Chunk” “Ker-chunk” “Rattle” Sitting there at the light in this little town called Mound Bayou in Mississippi, the Jeep decides to stop after making quite a bit of noise. When the rattling and shaking finally stops, the engine shuts off and I notice the engine light goes on when I check to see what’s wrong. “Great!” I exclaim before I slam my fist against the steering wheel. As I open the door, I scan the area for a gas station or a mechanic and find nothing immediately. It’s just a small hoe dunk town in the middle of Mississippi and today is a scorcher. Matter of fact, it is probably why my Jeep gave out in the first place. I remember a while back, there was a bank with the number 101 on its billboard flashing. Now surely that meant that it is 101 degrees, because it feels like it. Staring down at my shirt, I see that it is stained in the arm pits and my pants feel like they are sticking to my legs.&
While my pal John drives through the Great Smoky Mountains, I stare out the window and see the mist roll off the mountain tops. Amazingly, I have always loved how beautiful they are especially just after a quick morning thunderstorm. It has been peaceful for the last two weeks. I think I only saw her once when I caught a glimpse of red leaving the crime scene before I left my Jeep behind and had to run off. When I walked to the next city, I noticed a note board up in the supermarket for rides across the country. I found one that looked good and called the number before grabbing a bite to eat at one of the small restaurants. John, the guy I am riding with, is a college student from the University of Tennessee. He told me that he is majoring in psychology and that he is going to graduate next spring. A nice fella, I told him that I was traveling around the country to see everything before I settle down and have a family. Believ
“Oh my Lord!” I hear someone emit a blood curdling scream before I open my eyes to see a tall young woman in a housekeeping outfit staring down at me where I lay on the blood-stained carpet. Surprised as much as I am, I scramble to my feet and try to hush her with my hand as I wrap it around her mouth. Holding her from behind, I say in her ear, “It’s alright. I had an accident, and the blood is from my finger. That’s all.” Not believing me, she struggles with me and breaks free before she runs out of the room. Knowing too well that she will bring back several others, I hurry up and pack my things while grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom and wrapping it around my hand. I will have to fix it later once I am someplace safe away from prying eyes. Just as I am about to dash out the door, I hear a knock and go immediately into panic mode. I guess their response time has improved and now I must go out the window instead
Traveling for days at a time, my eyelids start to grow heavy, and I must pull alongside the road before the next town. Every day I have been texting her and leaving messages, but nothing. Absolutely nothing. I see hints of blazing red here and there, but nothing from my sister. One night, I even swear that I see the soul eater laughing at me from the box of the truck, but then I stop along side the road to check, and she is gone. Not even a bone or a pool of blood are left behind, so I am pretty sure it was just a figment of my imagination. However, I hear her claws drag across the top of the cab many times while driving along the empty roads on the way to my sister’s. After five days, I finally reach my sister’s house and pull in the driveway. Cautiously, I survey the area and notice several things. One, her car is sitting next to the truck, and two all the lights are on but there is no movement in the house.
As I come to my senses, the aroma of death is gone, and I feel refreshed from my slumber. Not knowing how long I was out, I check my laptop and find that I was unconscious for two days. The last thing I remember, is her hands around my wrists and her eyes pulling me in, then I start to go black. Hearing a knock at the door, I quickly sit up and stand before opening it. I check in the mirror by the door just in case she has left me some kind of present like she has before, but I find nothing. So, after doing a quick inspection of the room, I sigh in relief and open the door to a small man. This small man is about 40 and the size of a midget. His hair is dark brown and his eyes greener than an emerald when it shines in the light. His complexion is rather pale, but with several wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. He looks up at me and smiles before entering. Watching his short little legs walk to the couch, I almos
Driving into town, I see a sign for White Cloud and remember that I have visited here once before a couple years back on my way to Charlevoix. I don’t remember what I was going there for, but either way this town is so small that they have one gas station in town and a grocery store. There is a Family Dollar and a Dollar General as you head on out, but that doesn’t really matter at this point. What does, is that I saw in the news yesterday on channel 13, a man had been attacked by a strange woman here in this little town. He figured she was either hopped up on meth or not in her right mind. The thing that stuck out in my head was that he mentioned her blazing red hair and that it seemed like she had “black eyes that peered at him.” In his exact words. Since my sister has died, not much seems to matter anymore except for the constant reminders that “she” keeps leaving me here and there as I get closer to the day that I end her. 
“Honk”“Honk”“Honk”I look to either side of me and watch as the traffic jam fuels peoples anger enough to the point that a man gets out of his vehicle and body slams another man to the ground. As I watch, I sit there and remember the last time I saw her a couple months ago in Michigan. I was in a small town where I met Mr. Gilroy.After that, I haven’t seen or heard from her. I guess in a way it is a good thing, but it always makes me feel a little uneasy when she doesn’t show her face at all. Trying to find a place to hold up while waiting for her to show up again, I do a couple under the table jobs in the meantime and when those ran out, I headed to another state.Now, I sit in my car watching this drama unfold and just wait for someone to pull a gun and shoot someone else in the head. Alas, there is more at stake then this little scene playing out, so I look for a wa
After leaving Philadelphia on a wild goose chase, I drive to the small town of New Hope ironically in the hopes of catching her in the act this time. When I stop with my new car in the driveway of my parent’s old house, I hesitate before unlocking the door. The last time I had been here was when I was 7 years old. Remembering ice skating in the backyard and breaking my arm, I wince at the thought of just how much it hurt and the whooping I got when my dad found out. My dad had a temper not unlike mine and when he was mad you did not want to be found. The problem is that I always had a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and still to this day it haunts me and is evident when she plays her game. Opening the front door, I notice the cobwebs as the first thing that catches my eyes and then on the floor in front of me is something I didn’t expect here at all. One of my old train sets from when I was small is laid out on the h
Hearing a sound in the early morning, I scan the room to find her sitting there staring at me. My migraine is gone, and the crows have stopped cawing, but that stench. It needs to go away, before I hurl onto the covers.Whenever, I have caught a scent of her lately, it is so rancid that it smells ten thousand times worse than a dumpster full of rotten seafood. I should know, because one time I did a stint at a local lobster manufacturing facility in Maine for a few months, while waiting for her to show her precious face around. Eventually, she did and then I pounced on her like a cat playing with his mouse.The only problem at that time was there were too many people around to get hurt. I ended up having to give up my pursuit of “her” before my coworkers found out. Then of course, it was too late to find her anymore.Peering into the darkness, I strain my eyes and then see a faint glow in the shadows.&n
The deeper I go, the denser the foliage around me and the harder it is to stay upright. I fight with the fallen branches on the ground while tripping and occasionally falling, as the moon shines bright over the tree line. The only problem with this, is the fact that the tree line is so thick. There are hardly any streams of light filtering through the canopy at the floor level.When I see a flicker of her hair in the breeze, I watch till I see it again finally a few minutes later. Rushing after her, I almost fall face first over a ridge and to my death into the depths down below. It’s at least 200 feet straight down, and now I must figure out a way around it.Scanning the area, I find a place where it finally closes, and I can walk across. It’s a about a mile down from my original position, so I am not quite sure that I will even find her again once I am across it. Still, I take the chance and keep going.Whe
Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself. I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them. When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it. Her “True” form, I am pretty sure.Strands of spit run down her fangs and onto the floor, where the moonlight shines on it and reflects off into the dark. I hear her tell tale cackle and then her hiss before she moves slowly towards me and I finally free my feet. Quickly reaching for my knife in its sheath, I touch the tip right before she manages to get to my leg and grasp it with her razor-sharp claws. Knowing that ri
Three days later with no sign of “her”, I decide to head out of town and find a place where I can hold up for a little while, till I catch her again. The organization has been all over town tracking me down, and several times I almost ran into them. Today, was the last time and a very close call. It was at the gas station, as I went to fill up the truck before going back to Ms. Flannigan’s house.When Marion spotted me, I was in the middle of filling my tank and had just paid, or I would have had the cops after me too. A chase ensued as I drove all the way out of town and hid in a parking garage for a while, till I figured the coast was clear. Afterwards, I drove back into town and then I headed back to Ms. Flannigan’s place.Not knowing where I want to go next, I flip a coin and decide to head west for a bit, because she always ends up there at some point in time. She tends to either favor old ghost towns or
After 6 months of laying low, I have found myself staying in a flat in San Francisco. My favorite thing to do as of late is ride the trolleys from work and then back home. The people here are all so friendly and the best part is, I haven’t seen hide nor tale of “her” anywhere in my searches on the internet.The thing is, honestly, I kind of miss “her” and our game. The one thing I am glad about though is that she has stopped stealing people’s souls and killing others for fun. I happen to know that she doesn’t need to eat for sustenance, and it really makes me disgusted to know that she does it just because she can.Unfortunately, I just checked my computer after work tonight and I see something that disturbs me. Reminding me of the days when I used to have to hunt her down and was always a step behind, I see a report of a woman with bright red hair attacking someone on a dark road. &ldq
While sitting in the back of the car and drinking my vodka on ice, I listen to the two of them upfront talk. The driver refers to a man as “Mr. Thomas” when he says quietly, “Mr. Thomas told me that I can’t divulge anything besides when we are supposed to be there.Marion states rather happily with satisfaction in his voice, “Well, they just told me to get him in the car no matter what. I just had to stop short of killing him and making it so he can’t talk, but anything else was up to my discretion.” His voice fades off as he remembers I am sitting behind them.Staring at me, he smiles a strange sort of smile that gives me chills, till he turns around and stares out the window. As I watch the two of them, it kind of reminds me of Laurel and Hardy, a famous comedian act from the early Hollywood era. They were famous because they were complete opposites. One being so huge and the other sk
Hearing a gun shot, I bolt up in bed faster than I ever thought possible and then grab my knife from my pants pocket. I hide in the corner by the closet, because I have a nasty feeling that they are coming for me. The Luminous group must have tracked me down and I am about to have to deal with them.When the door flies off it’s hinges violently, I realize that someone just kicked it a good one. Someone big and really strong. While it flies across the room, I watch it out of the corner of my eye as it lands on the bed between me and the place where the door once stood. A shadow looms through the opening and then I see a hulking man slowly walk in, before staring directly at me with red tinged eyes.Not knowing what to do, I stand there waiting to see what he will do next. I know damn well, that if I attack and gauge it wrong, I will be on the bed with the door and possibly worse. Perhaps, I won’t make it out of here,
Shaking my head, I go back up to my room after eating, but something seems to be bothering me. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get comfortable in bed and when I turn over, a crazy thought pops in my head. Wondering if she is responsible for the man’s disappearance, I decide that I must do some investigating further or I will never get to rest.After I open my eyes, I lie here staring at the ceiling for a few minutes while feeling wide awake. “Should I just get it over with and go after her? Or should I wait and see what happens tomorrow?” I ask myself as an afterthought when sighing and throwing the covers off.I sit up and rub my arms while trying to warm my skin, but it is a bit cold in my room and the heat doesn’t seem to be working all that well. So, when I put my feet on the wood floor, I flinch and recoil them back up under the covers, for the moment. Hearing a noise in the corner of the
After that long ordeal, I head west to Las Vegas. Not only have I always wanted to visit there, but I heard on the radio that there was a strange report stemming from there, of a woman with red hair who mysteriously killed a five-year-old. “She does like her little children.” I murmur under my breath before pulling in the gas station to fill up.I gaze into the rearview mirror before I climb out of the truck and sigh because I really need a shave and a shower. Matter of fact, now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time I have had one. Surely, I must be smelling pretty rank about now.As I stroll up to the little station, I look up at the sign above the door and it says, “Marathon, get food and gas here.” I can’t help but to laugh at that before I enter and see an older woman in her 50’s, with dark brown hair and a really pale complexion, standing at the counter just reading a newspape