“Your place or mine?” asked Walter as he looked into the back seat at Judy Perillo by glancing up into the rearview mirror.
“My place. I’ve got a new waterbed that I’m just dying to try out,” she said as she put her right index finger up to her lower lip and managed a pouty look for the benefit of Walter.
The car surged forward as Walter Yandow pressed his foot down on the accelerator.
Sheeee...it...a waterbed, he thought.
Judy, on the other hand, was thinking about the newest member of the coven. This young boy was going to need some special help. Just the kind of help Judy enjoyed providing. She smiled her widest smile while she squeezed her thighs together. She shuddered from the effects of a mild climax.
Meanwhile, Sammy pushed past his mother and walked to the kitchen. His father, Steve, and older sister, Kelley, were both sitting at the table in the kitchen. Sammy’s older brother, Jeff, had died the year before in a car accident. The table and chairs were circa 1950s with chrome legs and a Formica table top. Without saying a word, Sammy opened the refrigerator and removed a plastic gallon half filled with milk. He removed the plastic cap and stood in front of the open refrigerator door while he drank directly from the milk container.
His father stood up and wiped his hands on his khaki pants. He nudged Sammy’s sister to stand as well. She was a year older and had been developing into a beautiful young woman. She had been working on a dried flower arrangement. His father, a twenty-two year counter man at the local lumberyard, was prematurely bald. Sammy’s mother, Connie, sold Avon cosmetics at house parties to help with the family’s expenses. She always wore a too generous amount of her products. She was a pleasant looking woman whose taste in clothes was too old for her age.
Sammy finished the milk and closed the refrigerator door. He wiped the slight traces of milk from his upper lip with the back of his right hand. He placed the empty container on the well worn kitchen counter.
Clearing her throat, his mother spoke first, “Sammy we’re all so proud of you.”
“Real proud, son,” said his father as he extended his hand in a handshake gesture.
Sammy’s sister just stood there silently staring at her brother.
“There are going to be some changes around here,” said Sammy with a stern voice. His voice was deeper than the voice he had left with earlier that evening.
“First of all, no one is to call me Sammy anymore. My name is Samuel. Is that clear?”
Everyone nodded their agreement.
“Mother, I want you to stop wearing any perfume while in this house. I have always found the odors offensive. Father, when you go to work tomorrow, you are to speak to Mr. Steadman the owner, about your new job.”
“My what?”
“You heard me. And as for you, my sweet little sister, you are to stop seeing Paul Lacosse. Moloch has revealed to me you have been unfaithful with someone who is not of our faith. He’s is unclean, and an outsider. This must end, now! Moloch demands it, as do I.”
His sister raised her left hand as if to slap her brother in the face when she noticed his totally black eyes. She froze in the middle of her swing. Her arms then went limp as she slowly sat down in her kitchen chair.
Samuel’s father and mother stood silent, as they also noticed his cold, all black eyes.
Finally, his mother spoke “Samuel, uh, would you care for some supper. I could, uh, warm up something for you if you’d like.”
“Yes, mother, that would please me.”
Samuel sat down at the kitchen table, as did his father.
“Samuel, about this job, is there anything else you can tell me?”
“Everything is arranged. We will soon be moving to our new home. Moloch will take care of our needs as he always does!”
Kelley sat at the table with her brother and father. Her mother was busy fixing dinner for Samuel. Kelley, however, was in a deep trance. Her mind was now being taken on a mental journey by Moloch. It would be a journey guaranteed to return her as a fearful but obedient servant.
Samuel’s mother served him a plate filled with his favorite, spaghetti and meatballs from a can. As he ate his supper, the rest of the family sat around the table in silence. Kelley’s mind was busy serving up a kaleidoscope of horrors courtesy of Moloch.
Samuel stood up from the table and placed his plate in the kitchen sink.
“I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed now.”
As Samuel left the room his mother quickly reached across the table and held her husband’s hands in her own.
“Steve, we’re so lucky,” she beamed.
“I hope you’re right Connie, I just hope you’re right.”
“Our Sammy, I mean Samuel is a Keeper, a chosen member of the coven. I just knew that he would make it someday. Yes, I just knew,” she repeated.
“Yes, honey, a Keeper of the Agreement. I wonder what this job thing is that he spoke about.”
“Oh, it will be wonderful, I am sure of it!”
Kelley can hear her parents speaking, but she is unable to speak herself. Moloch now begins to lessen his grip of terror. Deep inside she is terrified of her own brother, and now her father and mother as well. This deeply held terror was not generated by the efforts of Moloch. These were fears she had shared with her friend, Paul Lacosse, one day when they were riding home on the school bus. He too felt the same fear.
“I sometimes think I’m being watched. Even when I’m in my bed at night, it feels like I’m being watched. You know, kinda like someone’s looking in my room from the bedroom window,” confided Paul one day while sitting on the school bus next to Kelley.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s real creepy, like just this morning, as I looked in the bathroom mirror—I thought that I could see someone watching me from over my shoulder. I swear I could almost feel their breath on my neck.”
Paul shivered a bit, which caused Kelley to do likewise. She then looked over her shoulder and around the school bus at the other kids.
“Do you think anyone is watching us now?” asked Paul.
“I don’t know. I just feel weird like, you know.”
Sitting at the kitchen table, Kelley felt herself coming back from the dark fugue she had been in.
“Honey, are you okay?” asked her mother as she wiped Kelley’s forehead with a kitchen towel.
Kelley had been perspiring heavily for the past couple of minutes. She had also begun to shiver and her teeth were rattling as well. She still could not speak.
“Kelley, speak to us dear,” said her mother.
Kelley’s lips trembled. Her eyes swept from her father back to her mother several times.
“I...I...I...just want to go to bbbbb...bed,” she managed in a stammer.
“Of course dear, you’ll be alright. Learning that Samuel is now a Keeper is a shock to your father and me, too,” said her mother in her usual condescending tone. She stroked her daughter’s hair.
Her father reached out and touched her hand for a brief moment. Their eyes met and in that instant Kelley could see her father wasn’t as enthusiastic about Samuel’s ascension as her mother was. There was something else. Her father was afraid. Just as afraid as she was, only he was better at hiding it. In this moment, he had let his guard down, and she had detected his fear.
Kelley pushed herself up weakly and shuffled out of the kitchen. She climbed the stairs and headed to the upstairs bathroom. Before she entered the bathroom, she noticed the door to her brother’s room was closed but there was a small strip of light coming from under his door.
He’s still awake, she thought. Slipping into the bathroom she flipped on the overhead light switch and then closed the door behind her. As softly and as quietly as she could Kelly locked the door. Now in the locked room, she relaxed just a bit. She begins to remove her clothes to take a shower. Meanwhile, downstairs her parents are still talking about Samuel’s new status.
Across from the bathroom in Samuel’s bedroom he lies on his bed. H
e hasn’t removed his clothes. He is staring up at the shadows on his bedroom ceiling cast by the small cut glass lamp, which sits upon his dresser. His mind is on a journey. He has been practicing his “technique”—an ability to listen in on the thoughts of others for some time now. Tonight he was going to try something entirely new. Instead of just listening in on someone’s thoughts, tonight he wanted to see if he could change someone’s thoughts, to control their mind and more. He felt confident he could. But whom would he “choose?”
Kelley turned on the shower and adjusted the water’s temperature. She stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. The spray of the water against her body seems to awaken her. Kelley now steps directly under the water’s spray as she also reaches for a bar of soap. Kelley lathers herself up and begins to relax in the shower.
Meanwhile, Samuel sends his mind on a journey to find Walter Yandow. It doesn’t take long. Samuel is careful when entering the thoughts of others. He doesn’t want to give away his own presence. Tonight wouldn’t matter. Walter’s mind is filled with lustful, sinful thoughts. Perversions of every sort are playing out in Walter’s mind. Samuel slips inside and begins to get acquainted with what Walter is up to.
“Oh, Walter, you’re so goo...ood,” whispers Judy Perrillo as Walter and she are entwined in each others arms having sex. They were moving as one on the rolling waterbed in her bedroom. After dropping Samuel off, Walter had driven straight to Judy’s house, located on the small hill overlooking her hotel. A trail of their clothes traced from the bedroom out to the hallway down to the living room and then to the foyer.
Inside Walter’s mind, he was trying to control his own climax. His hands were all over her ample breasts as his mind was overloaded with messages arriving from all of his senses.
Judy was lying on her back. She was clearly enjoying herself. She could feel the rocking motion of her own body, which was moving in unison with the rolling motion of the water bed. She closed her eyes. In her own mind, the body of Walter was now replaced by the young virile movie star she had nightly fantasies about, especially on those nights when she was alone.
She was beginning her own journey.
Samuel made his move. His mind took over the mind of Walter Yandow. Walter’s subconscious mind knew who it was and it obeyed. Such was this new found power of Samuel’s. Samuel now drove Walter’s body into high gear. Every muscle in Walter’s body was at Samuel’s command.
Walter’s body began to push against Judy with more force. His pace quickened. Judy noticing the change adjusted her own tempo. Walter’s body began to function as if he were a large piston working with precision.
The force of their lovemaking had now exceeded anything Judy had ever experienced with Walter before. She opened her eyes and could see that Walter’s eyes were closed, his teeth clinched and his brow was furrowed from the strain. He had released her breast moments before. His hands were now tightly gripping the bed sheets.
***
Kelley had been in the shower for several minutes. A sense that someone was in the bathroom with her suddenly seized her. She quickly pulled back the shower curtain. The steam filled room was silent. Her eyes scanned the room and then settled on the fogged vanity mirror. There was a trace of movement behind the sweaty glass surface. She could see a shadow lurking behind the steamed, wet surface of the glass.
Kelley turned off the shower and stepped from the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and used another to quickly wrap her hair. The sense that someone was watching her was even stronger now. She picked up a small face cloth from the vanity, reached up and wiped the mirror’s surface.
With one swipe, she cleared a streak of the mirror’s surface. In that moment, her fear was convincingly confirmed by the evil image that was now staring at her. The face was muscular, ashen gray in color. The mouth was opened into a leering grin, which revealed deeply yellowing teeth. The eyes were black as coal. The overhead light reflected in those eyes.
Kelley put her right hand up to her mouth. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t.
The face in the mirror now began to move. Its lips began to purse up. The evil one was sending her a kiss. Kelley, repulsed at this gesture, took a half step back into the wall next to the shower adjacent to the locked bathroom door. Her right hand reached out for the door handle and its lock.
The face now appeared to be three dimensional. It was projecting into the room itself. The face, now fully into the room, was still grinning at her. She frantically tried to unlock the door. It wouldn’t unlock.
She turned to see that a hand was now extending out from the mirror. It was reaching for her. She pulled on the door handle, desperately trying to escape.
“Kelley.” The voice was deep.
She couldn’t bring herself to turn around. All of her energy was fixed upon escaping.
“Kelley, I will have you,” said this deep voice from what seemed to be inches from her. She gave the door handle a last desperate twist. The door unlocked.
She flew from the bathroom with all the speed she could manage. She closed the door behind her. She held the door handle tightly. Her heart was pounding inside her heaving chest. She expected this monster to try and follow her. At her feet she noticed the bathroom light had turned off. She listened as best she could even though the pounding of her heart boomed in her ears.
Silence.
***
Samuel enjoyed being in control. He was enjoying the sensual experience Walter’s body was providing. He had no trouble restraining Walter’s body from climaxing. He simply willed it so.
Judy had climaxed twice. She wanted Walter to climax now, so the two could just relax together and enjoy the afterglow. Walter was not slowing down—in fact he was picking up speed. Their lovemaking was beginning to hurt.
“Walter, you animal. What’s gotten into you?”
No answer.
Walter’s face was twisted as he grimaced from the effort his body was putting out.
“Walter, please, can’t we stop. It hurts. Please?”
At that moment Walter knells upright, as his arms shoot straight up. He lets out a roar as if he were some sort of primeval animal. He looks down at Judy.
Judy looks up at Walter. From the dim light of her nightlight, she can see his eyes. The eyes are radiating red, like burning embers.
Kelley hears a sound coming from her brother’s room. It is a moan. She steps back from the bathroom door and runs to her own room. She quickly closes the door. Next she moves to her dresser and pushes it along the wall until it blocks the door. Kelley goes over to the bedroom window and pulls the drapes closed. She turns on the nightstand lamp and the overhead light. The only sound she hears is the low rumble coming from the small air conditioner in the lower half of her bedroom window. Kelley quickly removes her towels and slips into a fresh pair of jeans and a short sleeve, light green blouse. She puts on half socks and a pair of old sneakers. She removes a small hunting knife and a flashlight from under her mattress. She sits on the bedroom floor in the corner. She intends to try and stay awake through the night.
***
Walter’s eyes blink and in that instant Samuel releases his grip on Walter. His eyes are now normal. They’re Walter’s eyes once again.
“Oh, Walter!”
Walter falls over onto his side. The waterbed’s rocking motion recoils from his tumble. Walter’s heart is pounding inside his chest with such force Walter is short of breath. For a moment he thinks he might be well on the way to a heart attack. Judy rolls over one her side and begins to stoke his chest with her right hand.
“Walter, do you know what I want to do now?”
***
Samuel’s mother and father have decided to head to bed for the night. Steve and Connie silently climb the stairs to their upstairs bedroom.
Steve Porter goes to the bedroom while his wife heads to the bathroom. She opens the bathroom door and turns on the overhead light. She immediately notices her daughter’s cloth
es heaped into a pile. After using the toilet, she picks up her daughter’s clothes and tosses them into the hamper under the sink. Connie turns off the light and heads to her own bedroom.
Samuel is fast asleep.
Elsewhere Kelley sits in the corner of her room with a knife in one hand and a flashlight in the other. She is fighting going to sleep.
12
Aaron and Korie headed over to her place after they finished the ice cream. They sat together on her couch, reading from the Powell family diary.
“This is fascinating, Aaron,” said Korie.
“I know. I’m still in shock about all this.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on, Aaron. You must have given it some thought by now. If this is all true, then it stands to reason that this coven, or whatever they are, will come after you.”
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to believe this stuff, but part of me doesn’t. I guess the part that believes also feels that my mother must have done a good job of shaking them off, because I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anyone following me around. I’ve never even felt threatened by anyone. Maybe they’ve given up or died off somehow.”
“You don’t believe that, do you?”
“I don’t know, honest,” he said as he raised his right hand in a mock Boy Scout salute.
“But look at what the diary says. Your mother had to move several times. She says that during the last five years she felt her phone was tapped. Someone was reading her mail. Her house was broken into twice. She writes about someone following her around during a holiday in Miami that she took last year. Her words are filled with fear, Aaron.”
“Yeah, I can see it, but some of that could have been her imagination too.”
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