Vengeful Saints

Golden Forrest Hotel

     Santiago was horrified and Andy and Oliver were quick to act. As they carried her away from the bloody crime scene; she carried the stilled horrified look for several minutes. She picked up the small black book from the grass and was careful not to make sure they did not see it. It wasn't long before more news vans arrived and parked in front of her former house and reporting "shocking developments" and "tragedy striking again". Oliver looked at everybody with remorse and decided to leave for their hotel. They drove awhile until the reached the city limits. The parking lot of the Grand Forest Hotel was filled with reporters and anchors, and worst of all; those damn white news vans.

     Santiago was still weeping throughout the check-in and luggage hall. When they got to their rooms Santiago went alone to her stay and nobody bothered her. She got undressed and sat in the bed awhile and scrolled through her endless contacts not building up the courage to call anybody and tell them what had happened. Right when she was about to pick a contact she heard a knock at the door...

"Hello? Who's there?"

"My name's Ryan. I was wondering if I could talk to you?"

"Why?"

"Because I know what happened this morning at your old house?"

Santiago became frightened. She decided to let him in not knowing what he was capable of.

"Come in."

"I'm sorry to barge in like this but I share the same concern as you do."

"What do you mean. And who are you really?"

"I told you my name's Ryan. I'm a private investigator who came here to inspect the true crime scene. I believe that the victims of the massacre were not in control of themselves and something had a control over them."

"Your out of your mind. I'm a reporter and I knew half of the people who half the victims were. This was a very sad town and these were very depressed people."

"Whatever you say ma'am. Here's my number. Call me if you see anything interesting."

"Whatever."

     He left her a small plain business card and left. She crumbled it up ignoring him and threw it in the trash and left for the bathroom. She got undressed and turned on the shower; which took forever to get hot. She got in their and just sat down on the floor of the tub and began to cry. How could everybody she knew die in one day? Then the shower head began to make strange noises. She got up to inspect it but nothing was out of the ordinary. She began to wash her hair and close her eye's to protect the from the soap. She managed to though and looked down to clean her eye where she saw the water turn red and cold. She yelled a banshee's cry and fell out of the tub. She stumbled to look at the mirror and see the horror; but it was shattered. Now disoriented, she went to the door but it was barricaded. She sobbed and covered her ears to ignore the pain. Then when she opened her eyes; everything was fine. she was cleaned and the mirror was not shattered, and everything was clean. She stood up wiping away her face and began to comb her hair. 

     When she turned to open the door she noticed the cross hanging from the wall was turned upside down...