Is This Even Possible?

Twin Restless Spirits

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Chapter Six

Twin Restless Spirits

July 23rd, 2013 - Lawrence Public Library - 2:30 PM

Dean grunted, running his hands through his hair, getting frustrated that he wasn't getting anywhere. This huge ass library, and there was not a single freaking clue that a normal hunt was hinted here. All he got was murders that were eventually solved by the policemen less that a day later.

He slammed the book, ignoring the quiet shout of 'Hey!' and put the book back into it's place. He sighed and leaned his head against the shelf. Sometimes, it was just so hard without Sam, his Sammy the little nerd.

He picked up his head and made his way to the front desk. He knocked his hand against the desk thrice before the lady looked up at him slowly.

"Excuse me, but do you know of anything weird that's happened here before? It's for my college paper. It's a class on Urban legends and we're trying to see if we can put a normal homicidal scene or something to make it look as if an Urban legend made it happen." He smiled gently at the old woman, though he only felt violent inside.

The woman stuttered. "Y-yes. The Darling case. I-It was never solved."

"Great!" He snarled. He was aggravated and exhausted, blame the YED for the hateful tone. "Do you know where I can find information about it?" He softened his tone a little, hating to scare the women.

"U-um." She stood there for a moment before going to the records of the 1970's. She pulled a book out from the year 1977 and blew the dust off it due to no one ever touching it.

She gently put the book down on the table and flicked to the month of September.

He watched her eyes flutter over the page, looking for something before landing on a date. September the fifteenth to be exact.

"The Darling's. Here you are, sir." She spoke without a tremor in her voice, as if she was accustomed to him now.

"Thank you, Ma'am." He then proceeded to read the article about the Darling's.

September 15th, 1977

HOMICIDAL SUICIDE, SUPERNATURAL, OR EVEN WORSE?

Last night around 2:30 AM, residents living on Carter Street swore that they heard screaming. By the time police had arrived to investigate, all was silence. Police were scrambling to find evidence of the screaming that had come across nothing unusual in the neighborhood. That is, until they found the backyard of 333 Carter Street.

In the backyard, three bodies were found dead. Two bodies happened to be children, twins to be exact. These children were Adam and Andrew Richardson. They had just turned six just two days earlier. The other body was of Robert Richardson, the young children's father.

It had turned out that the father had been fighting with the mother over custody of the children. Perhaps, maybe the father had had enough and if he couldn't have the children that no one could.

The young mother, Hillary Richardson-Evans, had been very distraught when she had heard the news that her children and late husband had been murdered.

No evidence was ever found that the father had killed himself after he killed the children but he was the only one in the backyard and he died last, after the children. It only seems logical.