Beyond Heaven and Hell

Chapter 4 - Liza & Rosco

I knew something was up by the sound in Nate's voice. I went into Rosco's room, and gently woke him. "Honey, I know you're so sleepy and Mummy wouldn't normally wake you, but we need to go for a little drive to help Daddy. Come on sweetie, you can sleep in the car." Rosco stirred and looked at me with big warm chocolate eyes. "We will go see Daddy now?" he asked, curiously. "Yes, baby. Come on" I picked him up gently and grabbed his throw blanket to keep him warm from the chill outside. I walked through the house, holding him tightly. When I opened my front door, I was not expecting the sudden gush of cold wind that assaulted my face. I held Rosco tighter, sure that he would be feeling the cold much more than me. Opening the car, I put him in his car seat, put the blanket on him and tucked him in, then buckled him up for safety. "You can go back to sleep now baby. I will wake you when we are with Daddy."

"Ok Mummy. Wuv you"

"I love you too sweetie."

I got in the drivers' seat, a feeling like dread pulling me back, wanting me to stop. Not to go to where Nate was, and to remain in the comfort and warmth of our home. But he asked for my help, and he needed it. It wasn't until I got closer to where Nate was that I felt something else. Something.. not natural. That eerie feeling you get when you're being watched – that is what I was feeling. And then I noticed it. Red and blue flashing lights were in the carpark where Nate always parks. I couldn't see past the police cars, but I knew something was wrong. I glanced in the rear view mirror. Rosco was asleep. Praise God. He did not need to see this. I pulled into a car space away from the lights so it wouldn't wake him, and quietly snuck out of the car.

Venturing closer, that eerie feeling was following me. I don't like that feeling... I peered over the police car and saw – Nate's car. I was horrified. The windscreen was dented in and smashed in one section – right about where Nate would have been. The windows were blown out too, but the thing that got me.. the roof was squashed down like someone had dropped another car straight on top. But it wasn't flat like that, it almost looked like it had giant footprints.. a bear perhaps? No, they looked too small for a bear.. I don't know what it was but that was not a pretty sight.

I looked for an ambulance around but didn't see one. Had they already taken Nate to the hospital? I started walking closer to try and get a better look, but a Police sergeant stopped me. "Sorry, ma-am. I can't let you any closer than this." She said softly. "But that's my husbands' car!" I exclaimed.

"Oh. Ma-am, have you heard from your husband recently? We found the car like this, and no one was anywhere to be found. Do you know where he may have gone – a family members house nearby? A friend's house perhaps?"

"You're scaring me. What happened? Where is my husband?" I yelled, now quite frustrated. Where was Nate? What happened?!? I pushed past the sergeant and ran to the car, hearing her calling after me, trying to stop me.

That's when I noticed it looked even more horrible than I first thought. The windscreen, upon closer inspection, looked as if someone had punched straight through it right to where Nate would have been sitting. But if that were the case, surely there would be blood traces on the glass surrounding the break. Which obviously there wasn't, as no one was paying attention to that. There were multiple people, all looking in different areas of the car. I'm assuming they were attempting to find something to go off. Was it a wild animal attack, or something much more sinister? I had the sickening feeling that it was something worse than an animal attack. For starters – animals didn't have hands to punch a hole in a windscreen. Plus, if it were an animal attack, why was there no blood – the animals or.. Oh my gosh.. Or Nate's?

I backed away, the scene becoming too horrific to handle any longer. I turned back to the car, when I noticed a shadow move at lightning speed past my car. I ran back. Threw open the back door, but Rosco was there, sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened. Shifting his slumber position from my sudden movement.

I gently closed the door, trudging to my drivers' door. I got in as quietly as possible, started the car, and drove home somewhat in shock. What else could I do, except pray?