The Dimenzure

Part One

Episode 1:

From the Journal:

"He that shall call upon the wraiths of a place known only to the ones of our world's most powerful, those entities of Chaos, Good, and Evil, may be granted a wish: knowledge, power, wealth, or eternal life. The Great Beings, the ones who know; our masters; our creators; the ones we must place our faith in: they have all of our dreams, lying in wait for us..."

This was the text from a book called The Dimenzure, which sat opened to Sheriff Carl Greenwood, who was wide-eyed and uneasy as he read it inside of a bloodied, opened chest of a recently pregnant woman—the on-site forensic scientist informed Greenwood that the child had been born; that the body had no signs of birthing struggles. It baffled him, trying to piece together what happened; his mind felt like it was splitting in half, he was so overwhelmed by the entire prospect.

"She's a rag. An absolute rag. Look at the amount of blood around her. It's as if they slit her arteries and then ripped her open." Macy, a new deputy, nearly twenty, was standing beside Greenwood. She was young, had never seen something so gruesome and grotesque, but here she was, letting the dead woman in front of her lock in with the brain behind her eyes and root in the deepest depths of her synapses.

"I don't have an explanation. The birth was...through her stomach like a caesarian, but there's no incisions, just ripped flesh. It's as if something burrowed out of her," Markus said, his squeaky, little voice pounding on Greenwood's ears.

"Just get her body gone. I'm sort of sick of it," Greenwood said, flowing his hands through the air, gesticulating. "I honestly might throw up."

"You want a bag?" Macy asked.

"I wouldn't ever actually vomit, Macy. Get home, take the day off," he breathed, then looked her straight in the eyes, "Twenty. Some age to see this."

"It's not that bad, I guess, what with all the video games and movies growing up."

Greenwood sighed deeply and shrugged her away, making sure she left the scene before snaking his fingers into a set of blue, latex gloves. He examined his hands for a moment, tracing the veins exposed through the thin covering, and then dug his hand into the chest cavity and pulled free the rest of the book.

"The Dimenzure... "Great Beings..."," Greenwood began, looking over to another Sheriff, Collin Baske, "A cult? That's gonna be my only guess, really."

"Your guess is just as good as mine, boss."

Greenwood juggled the thickly set book back and forth in his gloved hands. He scrolled his eyes over the page again: "Chaos, Good, and Evil...." He licked his lips; "Chaos, Good, and Evil. That's standing out to me. Someone's gonna have to give this a good read," he said, looking at Collin.

"Don't even try to get me to read that thing, Green. You can go to Hell."

Though none of them saw it, the book lined a shimmer along the pages, tracing a streak down the spine so faint you'd have to be staring at it with the intent of noticing it to actually notice it, otherwise, it was imperceptible.

"Well, my wife does love reading. How do you clean a book covered in blood like this anyways?"

"Beats me."

"Beats me, a'yep," Greenwood repeated.