The Ghosts of Winworth Manor -Now Published Sample Only!!!

Chapter Twenty Five: Pre-Wedding Jitters

Detective Eric Johnson had never been so perplexed by any other case before this one. Even after serving twenty years on the police force. The police checked every inch of the hospital. Robert, Jonathan, and Sarah was nowhere to be found. Aaron stayed with the police trying to offer any help.

"Do you remember the exact conversation, Aaron?", asked Eric.

"Sarah said, that they needed to go home.", replied Aaron, Her father then said that was why he was there.  To take her where she belonged. Then I heard her scream, 'Daddy what are you doing?', and 'You're not my father, what have you done with my father?' I asked what was going on, and then the call was cut off."

"Okay.", said Eric, "When I gave him a ride, he told me they were from Indianapolis.  So we need to alert both their police department, as well as Indiana state police, and our own state police.  Also get out an Amber Alert. My officer's already checked Mayor Gilmore's place, they weren't there.  Not that I'm surprised, it's still uninhabitable right now.  I  don't know.  Are both her father, and her uncle delusional?  How can they both think there Michael Winworth?  If so, why would the take her all the way back to Robert's house if-. Oh my God!"

"What is it?", asked Aaron.

"Home wouldn't be Robert's house, or Jonathan's house.", Eric realized, "Home would be the manor. That's where she is, they took her to the manor."

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Michael was down in the cellar looking at what he called his masterpiece.  The three men, who attacked Sarah, being continuously tortured.  One felt like he was on fire, the other was continuously being drawn and quartered, while Alex felt as though his skin was constantly being eaten by fire ants.  Michael reveled in their pain.  They hurt the only person with whom he ever really gave a damn.

"PLEASE STOP!", cried Alex.  They had never before even imagined such pain could even exist.

"Now why would I want to do that?", asked Michael, "You know, there was a time in my life when I was known for being quite the lady's man.  I never had trouble getting a woman into bed. I had my charm, my intelligence, and of course my good looks.  I guess three thing you don't have.  I admit, I had to use alcohol on some occasions.  Also, I am a witch, so I even used magic to manipulate a woman. Of course that only worked,  if they were already attracted to me.  And, I'm sure I fathered quite a few bastards around Europe.  I admit to being an S.O.B.  However I never attacked, degraded, physically abused, or threatened a woman.  I find such acts, as I find you, quite despicable.  Which coming from me says a lot. You see, I know I'm despicable. I was told that all my life.  Do you know my own mother, who was also a witch by the way, sexually abused me form age ten to fifteen.  You see she was a beautiful woman. Men everywhere were just enamored with her.  So she knew she'd marry rich, and she did.  She lost her figure after she gave birth to me. It made her a little self conscious. She thought she was ugly, because of it, and blamed me. True she taught me all  of her darkest spells. She also taught me how to get what I want in life, but that's not all she taught me.  As she put it, I was repugnant little parasite.  She said I caused my father to fall out of love with her.  I was the reason he was sharing his bed with a loathsome servant girl, instead of her.  So, as she put, if my father would no longer going fuck her, it would be me.  That' one pain I could just never get over.  I think it has a lot to do with me being the rat bastard, that I am today. Now!  You not only mentally, and psychology abused my angel, you degraded her!  Believe me, I'm just getting started."

"PLEASE!", cried Alex, "I'll do anything you ask!"

"Anything?, asked Michael, "Fine! I want you to beg.  I want you to beg, like you made Sarah beg!  And I want you to beg like all of you other victims did as well!"