Cades Cove: A Novel of Terror (Cades Cove Series #1)

by Aiden James

  That information alone was enough to complicate things, but then another two-dozen skeletons were found in shallow graves along both sides of the ravine. The immediate evidence suggests these bones were from white settlers—men, women, and children of European descent. If the artifacts found with these other skeletons are as old as they appear, then these people predate the early 1800’s migration into Cades Cove by two hundred years. The deteriorated helmets, body armor, jewelry and muskets are similar to what the settlers of colonial Virginia wore and used in the early 1600s. It challenges what we’ve known about the early history of Cades Cove, especially since it appears these people died violently (all of the skeletons’ upper neck vertebrae have been severed, which Dr. Kirkland stated was a sure sign of decapitation).

  One question for me is how did these settlers got here without any evidence they actually lived in the area? Executed and buried with their belongings, I now wonder if they encountered a legendary rogue Indian tribe that my Cherokee forefathers forced out of the area around 1650.

  I thought about the jewels you said Billy Ray Hobson recovered from the hole and stuffed in his trousers’ pocket. Do you recall seeing anything else that resembles what I described above? The gold and jewels would not be important to the vast majority of Indian tribes in North America, so I am very puzzled—both by the treasures found where Allie Mae was buried and the evidence of such violence upon the settlers’ remains.

  When I told Evelyn about the discovery and what happened afterward, she was immediately angry. Beyond the worry about the destruction of our Cherokee heritage, she’s upset about the university dabbling in something they have little understanding of. The ancients often enlisted powerful spirits and magic to guard over their burial places. She feels certain the older remains and the scepter belong to the other entity she told you about, and which she firmly believes was the source of Allie Mae’s exaggerated strength and wrath. Disturbing its resting-place could bring severe consequences and set in motion terrible events for all involved. That’s her strongest fear, and my heart tells me she’s right.

  She contacted the NCAI (National Congress of American Indians) in Washington. When they heard what was happening, they sent their representatives to both Cades Cove and before Congress. They remain skeptical that any of the bones are from an ancient Native American race, for the same reasons I mentioned earlier. Fortunately, two small burial mounds lie near the ravine predating my people’s arrival by at least a hundred years. Using this information, Evelyn was able to get the digging stopped, at least until everything is sorted out. In the mean time, the items taken from the cove will remain in safe keeping in a secured vault at the University of Tennessee. The only thing released was Allie Mae’s remains, and it took considerable effort getting that done.

  When we spoke on Thanksgiving Day, I briefly mentioned I had an eventful week. What I didn’t tell you was I revisited Allie Esther the previous Monday, this time with both Micky and Cheryl to assist me on ‘official business’. She agreed to a DNA test, and the university’s forensic folks did us a favor by making it a priority to find out if Allie Mae and the older woman were blood related. Normally this takes some time, but they had the results within a week. It’s a definite match.

  This past weekend, on Sunday, Allie Mae McCormick’s bones were laid to rest in her family’s plot at the old Methodist Church in Cades Cove. Allie Esther and her two grandsons, along with Dr. Kirkland, Micky, Evelyn, and myself attended. It was a mixture of Scottish and Indian traditions, and Evelyn put together a spell to not only insure Allie Mae stays at rest, but to also bind the force that empowered her—to keep it from returning since its tomb was plundered and desecrated.

  Well, that brings us up to date. I’ll keep you posted on any further developments. Until then, I look forward to our next telephone conversation, David. May the holidays be a blessed time for you, Miriam, and the kids.

  John

  “Wow,” was all Miriam could say, watching David close the letter and place it inside the card.

  He set the card on top of the others within the crystal bowl, displaying the glittery depiction of Santa navigating the sky above a meadow that could very well be the one next to John Oliver’s place in Cades Cove.

  “I’m thinking we should avoid the ravine on our next visit,” he said thoughtfully. “While I wouldn’t mind seeing where Allie Mae’s buried, I believe horseback riding would be the right choice in the spring.” He looked up and smiled at her.

  “That does sound like a much better idea,” she agreed, smiling while she caressed his shoulders.

  “Can we go now?” Jillian asked, impatient, peering through the dining room doorway.

  She was already dressed in her parka and mittens. Christopher and Tyler soon peered in with her, wearing their winter coats and gloves.

  “All right,” said David, getting up from his seat at the dining room table. He clapped his hands together. “Who’s ready to go find us a nice big Christmas tree?”

  “I am! I am!!” shouted Christopher and Jillian together.

  They each grabbed one of their dad’s arms, dragging him to the foyer. Miriam picked up her scarf and put it on while David gathered his coat and gloves. He went outside to warm up the minivan, and the rest of the family joined him, Miriam and Christopher being the last ones outside. They both told Sadie sweetly they would be right back and then Miriam set the alarm and closed the door.

  Sadie stood in the foyer for a moment, listening to the excited chatter outside. Once the Chrysler headed down the driveway, she moved to her favorite spot in the living room, atop the sofa facing the TV. A Scooby-Doo episode aired on the Cartoon Network, and she curled up with her head resting on her paws. Her eyes began to close from sleepiness, but suddenly her ears perked up. She lifted her head to listen.

  Footsteps resounded from the dining room, the steady creaks moving from one end to the other. She grunted softly and jumped down from the sofa, the playful jingle from the bell around her neck announcing her tentative approach to the dining room. When she reached the room’s doorway she stopped. A low growl grew within her throat until it erupted as a series of sharp menacing barks, but still she refused to enter the room.

  John Running Deer’s card and letter began to vibrate upon the stack of other cards. The vibration grew more volatile, and as it did the bowl started spinning, wobbling on the table while the other cards moved to the bowl’s sides as if pulled magnetically. When John’s card drifted to the bottom of the bowl the phenomenon ceased. The other cards fell on top of his card.

  Sadie barked once more and then scurried back into the living room, burrowing to safety beneath the sofa. She shifted her anxious gaze from the kitchen to the foyer and back again. But nothing pursued her. Other than the cartoon playing on the television and the steady purr from the heater, all remained still and quiet in the house. It stayed that way until a solitary sound emerged from the dining room. The sound emanated from the lead crystal bowl filled with Christmas cards. Loud and deep, and enough for Sadie to whimper, danger had returned to her home.

  Pi-i-i-n-n-ng!

  The End

  Now available on Kindle:

  The Raven Mocker

  Evil Returns to Cades Cove

  by

  Aiden James

  (read on for a sample)

  Chapter One

  A sudden gust carried snow flurries into the anthropology department’s long corridor before the main entrance closed, the security latch re-locking itself. The entire building sat deserted, as did much of the University of Tennessee’s Knoxville campus. Most everyone, faculty included, had left earlier that afternoon for the start of winter break. Everyone, except Eddie Krantz and his fiancé Cynthia Towner.

  “We’ll be in here fifteen to twenty minutes, tops,” said Eddie, removing his scarf and brushing a thin layer of snowflakes from his coat.

  Blond and handsome with serene blue eyes, he cracked a tense smile in hopes she would remain patient. Just
as anxious to begin their trip to Miami Beach, it was imperative he complete the last minute task given to him by Dr. Walter Pollack. As a first-year archaeology intern, he could ill afford displeasing the professor. Let the boss down just once, and kiss any chance of better projects goodbye.

  “What does he want you to do again?” she asked, her tone impatient.

  Cynthia removed her knitted cap and earmuffs. Her flowing dark brown hair no longer confined, it smartly framed her delicate features and emerald eyes within a soft oval face.

  She followed him upstairs to the second floor, to a small lab at the end of the dimly lit hall. The echoed clicks from their shoes accentuated the building’s emptiness.

  “He needs me to double-check the tag numbers against the journal entries on some bones we removed from Cades Cove last month,” he replied, unlocking the lab’s door with a security card.

  He pushed the door open and flicked on the overhead fluorescent light, allowing her to enter first before closing the door behind them. Spartanly furnished, the small room contained just two tables and a stool, along with a small wooden cabinet and stainless-steel sink.

  On the table closest to the sink lay what looked like a complete human skeleton. The aged bones, darker than what one might normally expect to find, were covered with unusual grooves and the hands and feet grotesquely elongated in comparison to the rest of the skeleton. The overall massive size also unusual, the lower legs and feet lined up in neat rows next to the rest of the skeleton, indicating whoever the bones belonged to stood much taller than the six and a half foot table length.

  “Wow… so this is what you were talking about last month, after your team finished that dig, right?”

  Unlike some females he’d dated, Cynthia seemed intrigued by the remains, especially the apparent deformities. That’s one of the things that endeared her to him. Nearly finished with her undergraduate studies in microbiology, she currently planned to attend med school within the next three years. It just depended on when he finished his graduate work.

  He nodded in response, watching her fascination and pleased that the ticking-timer for him to hurry had been paused. Still, he knew he needed to take care of Dr. Pollack’s directive quickly. He moved over to the cabinet and opened it. The professor’s journal sat on the top shelf. Eddie grabbed the journal and returned to the table, opening to the ledger pages for this particular specimen.

  The only skeleton left to confirm, two-dozen others had already been verified and taken elsewhere for safekeeping. Like them, this one would be moved to a cold storage unit set up in the basement of an abandoned dormitory near the McClung Museum. Eddie had been charged with verifying the bones, carefully wrapping the skeleton, and then placing it inside a steel travel case that waited beneath the table. Another of the professor’s assistants would be here tomorrow morning to pick it up and take it to the storage unit. He set out in earnest, while Cynthia continued to study the remains.

  Suddenly, she frowned.

  “What do these belong to?” She pointed to a pile of sharp jagged teeth located near the bottom edge of the table. More than a dozen in total, each tooth curved slightly along its two to three-inch length.

  “Some animal, Cyn,” he replied, curt, barely looking up from the ledger. When he felt the heat from her glare, he looked up again, his smile apologetic. “Our preliminary findings were that the teeth belonged to some kind of big cat no longer around here.”

  “You mean extinct? And that would make it prehistoric, right?” she persisted, waiting for an answer that didn’t come. Meanwhile her gaze followed the skeleton’s length, settling on its skull. “It’s got a head bigger than Shaq’s.” She shot him a wry smile, to which he responded with another brief glance.

  “Do you remember anything else I told you about, before the Indian activists closed the site?” he asked, not immediately catching her allusion to the star basketball player.

  He regretted his smugness that slipped through unchecked. But hoping this time she’d let him finish his task uninterrupted, he tried to ignore the sting from his latest barb on her face, her lower lip quivering, likely in sullen anger. Well here’s something not so endearing. Jesus, she better learn to not be so damned sensitive if she’s ever going to amount to anything in the medical field.

  “This is the most unusual specimen recovered from the dig,” he continued. “Dr. Pollack’s really excited about the skull, since the cranial capacity is bigger than modern man, even rivaling that of Cro-Magnum. Remember now?”

  She nodded weakly that she did, and then looked back at the bones. The skull’s lower jaw curved to a point, a very unusual feature for any human, and the entire skull lacked teeth, except for several worn molars. Where the incisors and canines should be were only empty sockets.

  “Where are its teeth?”

  Her sarcastic tone needled him. He looked up again from the ledger, this time sharply.

  Did she really need to go there?

  “Well,” he began, frowning as he watched her gaze shift from the animal teeth to the skull and jawbone. “We might’ve lost them when we separated this skeleton from the girl’s remains I also told you about.”

  The look on his face not so apologetic, imploring her silently to please let him finish the rest of his verification undisturbed. After all, he lacked just half a page and then it was on to packing up the bones and getting the hell out of here.

  “The murdered girl from the early nineteen-hundreds who was reburied right after Thanksgiving?”

  He confirmed this with a nod.

  “Did you ever read the story about that?” She waited for his response, which was simply a negative headshake.

  “It was in both the Knoxville and school papers, as well as the TV news,” she said. “The girl’s remains were reburied in one of the churchyards in Cades Cove and the service was a Scottish-Native American ceremony….”

  She didn’t go on when his only response a tepid grunt. To get his attention, she picked up a handful of the animal teeth. When he still ignored her she moved over to the skull and placed the teeth inside several of the empty sockets. A slight gasp escaped her mouth when all but one fit perfectly, and the other just slightly loose. She added one of the longer teeth to a matching socket when he noticed what she was doing.

  “Stop that!”

  She withdrew her hand, wounded by his rebuke.

  He glared at her for a moment, and seemed poised to say something else. But instead, he turned his attention to the skull, prepared to carefully remove the sharp canines from the skull’s mouth. He hesitated, pulling his hand back.

  My God, that’s creepy!

  “This is really going to be bad if you jammed them in there,” he told her, determined to find a distraction from thinking about how the teeth looked so…so natural in the skull. For some crazy reason, the teeth made the thing look alive, like if his hand ventured too close, he might lose a finger or two. “Dr. Pollack told us this past week that advanced carbon dating proves this one is the oldest human remains ever found in North America. He’ll have my ass in a sling if I can’t get the teeth out.”

  “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to mess anything up.”

  This time, she did look like she’d cry. He wondered if the thing creeped her out too.

  “It’s okay, Cyn,” he assured her, forcing himself to sound compassionate while he gently removed the first tooth. The thing looked less sinister, and he moved on to the rest of the teeth. “Just give me a few more minutes, and I’ll hurry to get this finished.”

  Cynthia moved over to the lone stool in the room, pulling it over to the door while she waited for him, tapping her feet lightly to let him know the ‘timer’ was back, full on. Aside from her usual impatience, maybe she shared the same mental picture of what the skull might look like if all of the curved, sharp teeth were in place. Given its gangly height and other apparent deformities, the skeleton already appeared alien, despite the obvious human characteristics. Definitely predatory. Thank
God it’s dead.

  “Okay, that should do it!” he announced a few minutes later.

  Eddie removed the protective case from beneath the table and carefully placed the bones inside and closed it, sliding the journal into a sealed sleeve along the steel container’s side. Only the teeth remained, to be cataloged and removed tomorrow by another assistant. After he locked the case, he turned his attention back to her.

  The fact she didn’t reciprocate his radiant smile wasn’t an immediate cause for concern, since he had a fifteen-hour car ride to work on fixing that. Neither one wanted to hang out in the lab any longer than necessary. Ready to begin enjoying a much deserved Christmas holiday break, he almost skipped down the stairs to the main floor with his girl in tow close behind him.

  On the way downstairs a loud thud startled them both, followed by the sound of a door handle jiggling. The latter noise most disturbing as it echoed eerily from upstairs, like someone desperately wanted out of a locked lab. He jogged back up the stairs to take a look. The noises stopped. Nothing seemed out of place...but the air had become much colder, revealing his misty chilled breaths. As he walked back to the lab they’d just visited, a peculiar sensation of being watched grew strong, until the tender hairs along the back of his neck sprang to life.

  The door slightly ajar, he assumed he left it that way. He pushed it open and stepped inside, turning on the light. Everything as he left it, the case sat on the floor, closed and locked. But it felt even colder in here.