Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 16

Grace didn't sleep that night. She stood and stared in the middle of the bedroom looking for evidence. There was no blood on the floor, no dead body underneath her bed. There wasn't a skinless thing hiding in the shadows.
Grace felt like she was going crazy. She felt paranoid. Might as well ship her off to the loony bin right now.
The things she had learned overwhelming her. But she could tell that the homeless man was telling her the truth. Why would he lie. What would he gain from it.
As Grace laid in bed, the darkness played tricks on her. She imagined five figures standing at the opposite side of the room. They were all tall and intimidating looking.
She would squeeze her eyes shut and then open them and only to see nothing.
When Grace would soon close to falling asleep, she felt finger tips stroking her legs. Finger tips felt hot, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
As the sun broke through her curtains, she was already out of bed. She quickly showered, she felt dirty. She brushes her teeth then getting dressed in black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt and boots.
She rushed downstairs, avoiding Julia who greeted her as she left the house.Larry had already gone to work.
She slowly walked down the street and entered the shop and brought forth cigarettes and then stop at the coffee shop before heading to work.

It's been four hours since Grace and Larry left for work.bthebfront door opened and Julia entered the house with another victim. He hangs his dripping coat on the hall stand, and Julia offers him a drink, which he welcomed. His name was Patrick and he was from Newcastle.
"Down here on business. Can't seem to get much done." He tells Julia.
"Why's that?" She asks sounding interested.
He shrugged. "I'm probably a bad sales man. Simple as that."
"What do you sell?"
"What do you care?" He replied, razor quick.
Julia grinned. She would have to get him upstairs quickly, before she started to enjoy his company.
"Why don't we dispense with the small talk?" She said.
It was a stale line, but it was the first thing that came rolling off her tongue. He swallowed the last of his drink in one gulp, and went where she led.
This time, Julia had not left the door ajar. It was locked, which plainly intrigued him.
"After you," he said, when the door swung open.
Julia went first and he followed.
As Julia turned to face him, his mouth claimed hers. There was some passion in him, she mused; she could feel his hard cock against her body.
She broke away from the kiss and tried to slip from his arms.
The hammer was back in place.
"What's the problem?" He asked sharply.
"No problem..." She murmured. "... There's no hurry either. We've got all the time in the world." She touched the front of his trousers to reassure him.
"You're a strange one." He said.
"Don't look" she commanded.
"Huh?"
"Keep your eyes closed."
He obeys.
She quickly gets the hammer, and swing it at his head. Patrick is thrown back against the wall from the blow. Before he can even slide down the wall, Frank is on him.

After her afternoon shift was over, Grace went to the local library. She needed information. She wanted to understand.
She enters the library and asks the librarian on the books on demonology. The old lady gave Grace a strange look.
"It's for a book I'm writing for collage." She lies easily.
Grace followed the librarian to the far back of the room. The old lady pointed to a large collection of books on the shelves and quickly leaves the area.
She searches book after book, but she couldn't find anything on Cenobites. She picked up the last book, it was old looking as the cover felt stiff and rough. Was the cover made of old leather, it smelled like burned flesh. She flipped the cover and read the little bit of paper to look who has took the book out. She froze, her father's name was in this book seven times. Her blood ran cold. She wanted to be sick.
Flipping through the pages, she found it finally.
The Order of the Gash.
Grace stops on the page and sat in one of the chairs.
The order of the Gash are also known as the Cenobites. They are demons and angels to some people.......
Grace frowned as she noticed rest of the pages have been ripped out of the book. Probably her father took them. She puts the books back and quickly leaves the library.

Frank is standing in the shadows. Patrick's body is in the middle of the bedroom.
Julia enters. "Well?"
"Much better. I like some cloths. And maybe a cigarette." He demands.
"Then you tell me...you explain what happened to you?" Begs Julia.
Frank smiles. "Of course."