Evil Never Dies
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"Christ," James uttered.
Scuba's departure brought Roland back. "I'm sorry," he said. "Was there anything else?"
"She asked me to give you this," James said, handing him an envelope. "She wished you to read this before making any decision on your future plans."
Roland took the letter. Without regard to the man standing before him, Roland opened the envelope. Without question, the letter was in Patricia's hand. He had seen the pages of her journal enough to recognize the familiar scrawl. His vision blurred as his sense of loss renewed with the reading of her words.
Dear Roland,
I am so very sorry to place this burden on you. In all the years passed since the loss of my family, I have not cared for anyone the way I have you.
I see great strength in you, so I am confident that I have chosen wisely. The farm with the well is now yours. If I had not left it to you, it may have ended up in the hands of unsuspecting souls who would find more than a nice view when they tried to tame the ground there.
You need not keep watch over the land there. The evil that draws you to it is like a repellent to all who pass by. I have sat on that bench and watched cars accelerate when they drew near it. I have seen young people cross the street to get farther away.
Just leave it go wild and I think the evil will go dormant again.
Wishing you a long and happy life,
Patricia
Roland folded the letter, slid it back in the envelope, and returned his attention to James.
James finished the last of his lemonade, then said, "Yes, one last thing. Patricia has granted you a one-year lease of this house and its contents. The lease is for one dollar. She said you would need a place to stay while you wrote her story. Of course, since you are under no obligation to write any story, if you choose not to, the house will immediately be signed over to Kings Shore."
"Isn't she something?" Roland said.
"I'm sorry?"
"From the grave, she's still getting people to do her bidding," Roland said with a grin.
"Again," James insisted, "you are under no obligation."
"Do you know her story, James?" The man shook his head.
"The story must be told."
With that, Roland stood, picked Scuba up from the railing, and went inside.
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