“Hmmm….” He scratched his chin, deep in thought.
It had been nearly six hours since we had arrived at the dump site, place where the murderer dumped the body, and this was the first intelligent sound he had made all day.
Needless to say I was bored out of mind and had already wandered through the narrow alley and counted the cracks in the sidewalk.
He was kneeling so I could actually look over his shoulder to see what had his attention, “What is it?”
“Look at the place the body was found, notice anything odd?”
I came around him and knelt beside him to study the place highlighted by white lines.
This is where they found the body, but… I frowned as I leaned forward to study the ground closer.
There’s no blood.
I relayed my thoughts to him and he nodded, “That’s what I thought too, and,” he opened the tan folder that was dwarfed by his hands, “Look at the picture, it looks like she was torn apart by wild animals.”
He pulled the initial crime scene photo out from the small stack in the folder, laying it on top. It showed a young woman in her mid to late twenties with several vicious stab wounds covering her belly and chest. Counting the wounds that appeared to be bites, they were on her arms; she should have been lying in a pool of her own blood.
For someone so young to die so viciously, it’s almost like…it’s almost like me. I stood quickly my eyes scanning the shadows and recesses of the alley, there was nothing.
“What is something wrong?” Al looked up, forgotten was the fact I was supposed to be invisible to him.
“For someone to die so viciously there is no trace of her spirit.”
He frowned, “What’s that got to do with anything? Maybe she moved on, went towards the light.”
I scowled at him, “I’m being serious. When someone dies such a vicious death they always leave at least a trace of staying behind even if they don’t. Here,” I gestured to the scene, “there’s nothing. If I hadn’t seen the photos I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone died here.”
He stood with a grunt, towering over me, “So what do you want me to do about it?”
“I want to see the body.”
He just looked at me, “And what will that do?”
“If the spirit is still in the body this was done by a demon or maybe something else…”
He laughed, and sobered quickly, “I don’t know what world you live in but that kind of stuff just doesn’t happen in the real world.”
I gave him my most irritated glare, “Do you remember nothing of what happened last night? The black gunk that covered your floor last night?”
“Whatever did happen to that?”
“I cleaned it up while you slept, but,” I yelled, “That’s not the point!”
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me, “Then what is the point?”
“Do you remember how the demon moved when it was dead?” I spoke slowly so he could not misunderstand, “That can happen to humans too if they are killed by a demon.”
“How?”
I turned my back to him, “I’ll talk, and you drive. If she was killed by a demon it could get very nasty.”
He trotted to catch up with me, his long legs easily eating the distance up between us. He hesitated at the front of the car before getting in, wonder what that was about?
I slid into the front seat as the click of his seat belt was muffled by the roar of the engine, he peeled out of the alley with a dexterity I envied, avoiding traffic and parked cars easily.
“Now,” He said without taking his eyes off the road, “Talk, how does a human get to be like that thing from last night?”
“A demon feeds off of the blood of a human and in essence its soul, and contrary to popular belief, a soul is technically a separate thing from a human.” He gave me an arch look, and frowned, “Think of it this way,” I rephrased myself, “a soul is attached to a human body, and the human is its host. The soul will do whatever it has to do to protect itself. So in order to protect itself from the feeding demon it will inflict what is called a Bind, where it locks itself in the heart of the dead or dying host.”
He massaged the bridge of his nose, “I thought dying was the easy part.”
“Not quite,” I muttered, “Dying is easy, staying that way is whole ‘nother ball game.”
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Beyond the Veil
ParanormalLacy was your average fifties style house wife and would have done anything for her husband. A husband she doesnt love all to please her Mother. But what Lacy's mom doesnt know is that her husband is a psycopath and kills Lacy! Now Lacy is in betwee...
