Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 24

As soon as Grace stepped outside the house, Julia locked the door straight away.
"Bitch." Grace whispered.
Walking down the path, she felt like she was been watched. Stopping, she turned to look back at the house, her eyes trailed on her bedroom window. Black netting snapped back into place. She didn't see anybody, but Grace wondered what the fuck was going on as she spotted Julia in front of hers and Larry's bedroom window opening the wardrobe.
She quickly turned on her heels and took of around the corner to get a pack of cigarettes. She walked another block and entered the phone booth and put some money in and dialed work.
"Hello." A gruff voice said.
Grace started faking crying. "Sir, it's Grace cotton...I...I don't think I can come into work....a just saw someone get ran over...he's dead...he...he...." She fake sobbed with effort.
"Grace, honey. Calm down...I cover till Matthew gets here...go home kid..."
"Th...thank you, sir."
"No problem. Bye." He hung up.
Grace smirked. "Cake." She giggled and pulled out a cigarette and enjoyed her morning smoke. Smiling, she walked to Kirsty's with a skip in her step.

Two hours later, the weather had changed. The wind blows, carrying leaves before it. The wind whistling loudly, but in the distance there was a bell ringing.
Grace shuddered.
The first thing Grace noticed when they came around the corner of Lodovico Street was that the black netting had been removed from her bedroom window and replaced with newspaper.
"What the fuck."
"What." Kirsty asked.
"My nettings been replaced by newspaper."
Kirsty frowned. "Weird. Don't worry, we will get to the bottom of this." She said with determination.
They found a vantage point in the shelter of a holly hedge, from which they hoped they could watch the house but remain unseen.
Grace lit another cigarette as they settled down. It was thirty minutes later when they saw Julia leave the house with a very short skirt and blouse. Her face and hair was done into perfection.
An hour later, Julia returned as kirsty's feet and butt were hurting from the cold.
Julia had not returned alone. The man Julia was with was unknown to them. From a distance, he appeared to be middle aged, sticky and balding. When he followed Julia into the house, he gave a nervous backwards glance.
They waited in their hiding place for thirty minutes, not certain what to do next.
"What now?" Asked Kirsty.
Grace threw her cigarette to the ground. She stood up. "We get closer."
They ran down the garden path. They both froze as they heard a shout coming from inside the house.

The man's name was Stanley. Nor was that all he'd told Julia on the way back from the bar.she knew his wife's name and he showed her a picture of his two children, provided her too coo over. Stanley seemed to be defying her to continue the seduction. she merely smiled, and told him he was a lucky man.
But once in the house, things had begun to go awry.
Halfway up the stairs, Stanley had suddenly announced what they were doing was wrong, that God saw them.
Julia managed to convince him. She told him, she was lonely and needed love. She wanted God to love her and get rid of the evil that was inside of her, that Stanley was the right man to do it.
Then Frank appeared at the top of the stairs, all in his glory. Stanley cried, and tried to run. But Julia was quick. She had her hands on him long enough for Frank to defend a few stairs and make a permanent arrest.

"What do we do?" Grace whispered.
Kirsty took hold of Grace's arm and pulled her down at the side of the house. There was no gate. They rounded the corner of the back garden, to the back door. It was unlocked.
Kirsty looked at Grace. "Ready!"
Grace nodded nervously. "Ready." She gulped.
They stepped inside.
The house remained completely quiet. Grace led Kirsty to the kitchen door, to the dining room.
Grace's stomach twisted, her throat was dry that she could barely swallow.
They stood in the hallway. Nothing, no whisper or sigh.
"Upstairs." Grace whispered to Kirsty.
Kirsty nodded.
The front door was to their left, they could slip out, but Grace curiosity had seized her, a desire to know and see the mysteries that the house held.
Grace climbed the stairs, she reached the top,band begun to make her way along the landing. The first door to her right was the bedroom, if they were fucking anywhere, Julia and her man, it would surely be here. But no. The door stood ajar, she peered in. The bed was made and empty.
Then a cry. Close and loud.
Grace ducked out of the bedroom, noticing for the first time that Kirsty wasn't with her. freaking out, she made the decision to leave, but stopped to see a figure lurch from one of the rooms further along the landing. It took her a moment to recognise the man with Julia. He changed. A waisting disease had seized him in the minutes since they had seen him.
Seeing Grace, the man threw himself forward. He didn't get far, when a form spilled into sight behind him. It too seemed diseased, it's body bandaged from head to foot - the bindings stained in blood and puss. It reached for the man and grabbed it's neck.
Grace screamed. Then the antagonist tightens it's embrace. The body trembled and twitching, it's let's bucked. It's was the same thing she saw in the mirror. It was real, more alive. She wasn't going crazy, now she believed the Cenobites were real.
Grace ran.
Where was Kirsty.
The monster made no pursuit. Grace reached the third floor without been captured. The monster addressed her.
"There you are," it said.
It's voice was...familiar. it spoke with a soft tone, as if it knew her.
She stopped. "Grace." It said. "Wait a while."
Her head told her to run. She could still make good her escape, she had an eight-yard start. She looked around the figure. The man in it's arms had curled up, legs against chest. The monster dropped the body.
Grace jumped. "You killed him" she said in shock.
It nodded with no apology in it's eyes.
"Where's Julia?" Grace demanded.
It chuckled. "So like your mother, she had that....fire in her. I liked that. You look so much like her."
"Stop it." She snapped. "Where's Julia...if you've hurt her..."
"Don't you fret. All's well..." It said.
Grace was so close to remembering who it was. As she puzzled it took another step , one hand on the wall, it's balance was a little wobbly.
"You don't seem surprised how I look," it said. "It's like you've seen this before..."
The voice sounded very familiar. It was Larry's voice, or rather, a close up approximation of it. More guttural, more self-regarding, but it sounded like Larry. The monster was to close to her.
She turned to run, but the cause was lost. She heard it behind her, and felt it's fingers on the back if he neck.
A cry came to her lips, but it was barley mounted before the thing had it's corrugated palm across her face, canceling a scream.
It picked her up and took her the way she come. She struggled in it's hold, the wounds her fingers made upon its body, tearing at the bandages and digging into into the rawness beneath.
Grace was been hauled into the room, from both living and the dead emerged. It smelled like a butchers shop and rotten meat. She was dropped into the boards beneath her were warm and wet.nher eyes found Julia, standing on the landing as the door was slammed shut.
She was all alone, living another nightmare. Her stomach wanted to turn inside out. She got to her feet. Daylight flooded the room.
"Come to daddy." It said.
Grace hadn't heard these words in ten years, but not in the same tone when she was ten years old.
"No..." She whispered in shock. " Don't touch me..." She screamed.
It cocked it's head a little, as if charmed by this show of property. Then it closed in on her, all laughter and desire. Grace backed away a few inches into the corner, there was no where else to go.
"You remember me..."
"Don't come any closer..." She spat with anger.
"It's daddy, baby girl," came the reply. "It's daddy, Frank..."
"No..?" She screamed. "...leave me alone." As it reached for her.
It chuckled. "So like your mother..." He inhaled. " You smell like her..." He moaned in pleasure.There was a vile fitness in the way it touches her breasts.
"Done" she cried. "Or so help me..."
"What will you do, daughter."
She knew she couldn't do anything she was weak and helpless like ten years ago. She pushed his hands away.
"Baby, don't be so cruel." It teased.
"Let me go." She begged.
But Frank laughed. He stepped closer. "No, baby. We only just getting started." He promised.
Grace very sanity was at stake here, she had no choice but to fight. Before Frank had the chance to press his body against hers, Grace's hands went up to his face, fingers gouging at his eyes. The flesh beneath the bandage felt like jelly, it came away in chunks.
Frank screamed out, his hold on her relaxed. She ran passed him, it was her chance. Her legs weak, she reached the door.
Frank turned towards her. The bandage ripped away as bone was exposed. He came towards her. Then the door was forced open, knocking Grace to the side, her head hitting the wall. She fell, her body sliding down the wall with a thud.
There, stood Kirsty, breathing heavy and angry.
Frank chuckled. "It's my lucky day." He purred.
Frank made a mistake, he went to grab kirsty.bshe cried out as an object made contact with his head. He stumbled backwards as she moved to Grace's side, but Frank grabbed her and she was flung backwards across the room.
He turned to his daughter. "I will deal with you later, young girl."
He grabbed Kirsty in fury. He punched Kirsty in the face three times. Gashes opened her face. Kirsty let him have her, the box was in her hand, she raised her hand to hit him.
Frank paused as she spotted the puzzle box. "Give it to me." He demanded.
"No." She spat in anger and pain.
He made his demand the second time, and there was a distinct anxiety in his tone. It seemed the box was far too precious for him to risk taking it by force.
"One last time..." He panted. "Then I'll kill you both. Give me the box."
Kirsty quickly glanced at Grace.
Grace slowly stood up and stood near the open door. She nodded to Kirsty.
"Say please, daddy." Asked graced innocently, even kirsty's eyes went wide. Grace's eyes looked more black, skin more pale.
Frank turned to face his daughter. He had desire in his eyes, he hummed in pleasure. His tongue darted out to like his lips like a starved animal.
That's all Kirsty needed. she quickly threw the box to Grace. She eyes darted to the window. Grace smirked and stared at her father.
"If you want it, daddy. You can fucking have it..." Grace screamed in anger.
She threw the box over his head, towards the window. It shattered the glass and disappeared from sight.
"No!!!!" Frank cried, rushing towards the window.
Kirsty and Grace ran out of the room. They both raced down the stairs and into the kitchen as they both realised they front door had been locked and bolted. They opened the back door and ran out of the house.