The Box Set of Hauntings and Horrors Page 9

  Carmen's eyes widened. "Was that..."

  Peter shook his head. "I didn't set the fire. A part of me was glad that it happened, but at the time I feared that something far worse would occur because of it. It turns out I was right."

  "So what's happening around here?"

  Peter leaned back. "The witch has cast a number of spells over the town. Have you seen the strange symbols popping up everywhere? The lasso? The broadcast tower?"

  They both nodded.

  "I just saw on the news this morning that two more children were taken." Peter shook his head. "But it's going to get a lot worse, I fear. And at the sites of their disappearances, they found two more lasso symbols."

  Carmen leaned forward. "I didn't hear about those. So what are they?"

  "They're sigils. They're shapes that, while seemingly meaningless on their own, are charged to have a certain meaning. It's clear that the lasso means ensnarement."

  "What's that?" Tommy asked.

  "That symbol only shows up when children are taken," Peter explained. "Each time the witch does it, her ability to do it again grows. Each kidnapping charges the sigil's power and manipulates circumstances to more easily take place in the future."

  Carmen's head was spinning. "And the broadcast tower?" As soon as she'd said it, she finally realized the answer.

  "Notice that it's in the town square?" Peter asked. "As in, the very center of town?"

  Carmen nodded. "That's what's making everyone act funny," she said. "But why does it seem to affect the adults mostly? And why mostly at night? In the daytime it's not as bad."

  "Everyone's thoughts are unprotected, but I keep mine well-guarded," he said, looking around at all his charms and items.

  "What does that mean?" she asked.

  "A spell can be cast by any means and for any purpose, but it seems clear to me that the spell that the witch cast over the town feeds on their fear. When the children started going missing, the town's fear grew, and the more it grows, the more influenced they are by the spell. That's why things get worse at night; in the daytime things don't seem as bad, but at night people start to grow fearful of their own shadow, especially adults." He looked at Tommy. "Kids seem to be more fearless, for some reason. Most adults are walking through this world terrified on a good day. That's why you don't seem to be too affected by it either, young miss; you haven't experienced the joy of paying taxes yet, I'm assuming."

  She chuckled. "It's Carmen, by the way."

  Peter extended his hand and she shook it.

  "So what do we do? How do we fix all this?" she asked.

  Peter sat deep in thought for a long moment. "I'm not sure you two should be doing anything. You're still too young. I'm afraid the witch will go after you."

  Tommy gulped.

  "I see on the news also that each missing child seems to have a gingerbread cookie found where they were last seen. A cookie seems to be the mark of the witch, so to speak. If you see one, your time may be short."

  "We have to do something," Carmen said exasperatedly. "It doesn't seem like anyone else can help, not even my father, and he's the chief of police, for crying out loud."

  "Your father's the chief?" he asked.

  She nodded.

  "Hmm... Well those children have to be found. I fear what she's going to do with them come Halloween night. I hope it's not too late already."

  "But how do we find them? How do we even know where she is?"

  He picked up the timothy-grass and inspected it. "You said you found this at the site of someone's death?"

  Tommy nodded. "Yeah, it was sitting next to the furnace, but it wasn't burned. And there was another symbol on the wall."

  "Tell me."

  "It was like a heart with a knife through it," Tommy said.

  Peter shook his head. "I haven't seen that one before. It could have something to do with draining the lifeblood—killing, obviously." He paused. "So the victim wasn't a child, but this grass's presence still seems too strange to be unimportant."

  "What about the house?" Carmen asked. "Halloween House?"

  Peter considered this, but he shook his head. "I found the courage to go up there once after the incident, but it's just a burned-out husk. Nothing left, really. I'm not convinced anymore that she's tied to a location, but the children are." He twisted the timothy-grass in his fingers. "Perhaps wherever this originated from is where they are being kept."

  "Do you know where it grows?" Carmen asked. "I've been trying to figure out where I remember seeing it, but I'm drawing a blank."

  "Sorry," he said. "I'm not sure."

  "How do you know so much about the witch, mister?" Tommy asked.

  As Peter considered him, they both saw the age and wear in his eyes and on his face. It told half of the story by itself. "I was a boy not much older than you when I first ran into her," he explained. "I was playing with some friends out in the woods and I got separated from them. I saw her house at the top of the hill, though we never called it Halloween House back then. All we knew was that an old, crazy woman lived there. Hardly anyone ever saw her even back then, but she was still just as old and haggard as she was three years ago, like she doesn't age."

  Tommy gulped again.

  A squirrel rummaged around the yard outside Peter's living room window, then it climbed up to the windowsill, peering through the glass at the three of them as they talked. None of them noticed the small animal, but it sat and watched, its eyes unblinking.

  "I was scared, but curious," he continued. "So I went up to the house. There was a homeless boy that used to live in this town that was my age. I saw him often, and he would always wander around and beg for money. Then a little bit before that time, he disappeared and no one ever saw him again. And because he was homeless, no one really batted an eye or looked for him. One day he asked me what time it was while he sat on a street corner and begged, and I felt so bad for him that I gave him the very watch off my wrist. So when I climbed up the hill that day and found the watch I'd given him half-buried in the mud not far from the house, I had a sinking feeling that I knew what happened to him.

  "The darkness was just starting to set in, and I crept up to the house quietly so I wouldn't be seen or heard. There was a light on in the basement, and I snuck up to the window and peered inside. I saw a pair of shoes sitting on a messy table, with a pile of clothes next to it. I recognized those clothes and those shoes, because I saw them on the boy every day. I leaned closer to the window to get a better look, and I saw a foot lying on a table. I couldn't see the rest of his body from my angle, but in trying to do so, my head bumped into the glass.

  "The witch jumped into view in the basement, and I saw her face clearly. I'll never forget that image. The next thing I know, I'm running away through the woods, and I hear the door of her house open behind me and her crazed, incessant cries. She chased me, and she wouldn't stop. I got tired, but she kept going. She eventually caught up to me and tripped me, grabbing onto my leg and dragging me back toward her house. But I managed to kick her and knock her down. I looked around for the biggest stick I could find, and when I found one, I hit her in the head with it. She fell over, and I ran. I never stopped, but I kept checking over my shoulder to see if she was coming after me. Just before she was out of view, I saw her rise, but I was far enough away. After that, I never went near that house again until after she was killed. I tried telling everyone what happened to me and the other boy at the time, but no one believed me. Everyone started treating me like I was crazy. And throughout all the years since then, I've done a lot of research on witches, because I saw a big black cauldron sitting in her basement, and I couldn't figure out what it was for."

  Carmen and Tommy were both on the edge of the couch, their eyes wide.

  "So she really is a witch," Tommy muttered.

  "But it looks like she didn't really die," Peter added.

  "How do we stop her?" Carmen asked, a steely determination in her eyes.

  Peter sighed. "I
don't know," he admitted. "Everything I know about dealing with witches are with ones that are still alive. How do you kill something that's already dead?"

  "Well you must know something after all these years!" Carmen cried.

  "I'll look into it," he said. "Can you kids meet me tomorrow morning at the school?"

  "But that's already Halloween," Carmen protested. "We don't have much time."

  "I know," he said. "But I'm going to need some time to study. In the meantime, do you still have that witch mirror I told you about?"

  "Witch mirror?" Carmen said, confused. "What's that?" She reached into her pocket and pulled up the necklace with the rose-colored stone that had glowed the night before and was now back to its normal appearance. "You mean this?"

  He nodded. "It's called a witch mirror," he reiterated. "It's magically charged to repel spells that the witch casts. It's not a cure-all for everything she does, but it will help protect you. Make sure you keep it with you and your brother at all times." Peter stood up and walked to the living room window, looking around suspiciously.

  The squirrel jumped down from the windowsill and darted off into a bush.

  Peter turned back to the two of them. "Remember, tomorrow at the school, as early as you can come. I'll be there."

  Carmen and Tommy nodded and thanked him, then they left.

  After they were gone, Peter puttered around his kitchen, fixing himself some tea. A car went by outside the window, but he wasn't paying attention. His mind was racing about all the information he told the kids, and he tried to figure out how to stop what was going on.

  A car door slammed shut outside.

  Peter perked up, hearing footsteps approaching his door. Then a knock came. He set down his tea and quietly walked around to the front door, peering through the peephole. He saw two police officers standing on his porch. He held his breath and waited, unsure of what to do.

  "Open up, sir, we know you're in there," one of them said.

  Peter sighed, then he opened the door. "Good afternoon, officers. What can I help you with?"

  "Would you turn around and put your hands behind your back, please?" Don said.

  "What's this about?" Peter asked.

  Don grabbed him and forcefully turned him around as his partner pulled out handcuffs and slapped them on his wrists.

  "What am I being charged with?"

  "You have the right to remain silent..." Don started as they carried him off to the cruiser and carted him off to jail.

  Back-Alley Spat

  Carmen and Tommy walked down the street, heading past the town square downtown. They glanced over at it, and each felt a chill roll up their spine. They couldn't feel any effects from the sigil, but now that they were armed with the information that it fed off of their fear, they tried to stay in control of their thoughts and take a calmer approach and attitude to everything.

  Townspeople walked around them on the foggy day, slipping in and out of stores. Cars rolled by slowly and unevenly. A black Ford pickup truck rolled forward and veered out of its lane too much, and the front bumper crunched into a parked car on the side of the street.

  Carmen and Tommy looked at it wide-eyed as the driver backed up, then casually drove off as if nothing happened.

  "So what should we do between now and tomorrow when we meet Peter at the school?" Tommy asked.

  Carmen considered this for a moment. "Hmm, I don't know. I do know that we should keep our outings to the daytime only. And at night, we'll stay inside and use the witch mirror."

  Tommy nodded.

  "Even if we can't stop the witch by tomorrow night," Carmen said, "hopefully it will all blow over after that."

  "But what about the kids that've been taken?"

  A heaviness was pinned to her heart at the words, and her lip trembled in sadness.

  They carried on down the street, distracted, as a silver sedan sped by in front of them and smashed into a telephone pole. The driver was thrown out the windshield and crumpled into the pole himself, his limp body coming to rest on the mangled hood of the car.

  Carmen and Tommy yelped and they both backed up, bumping into the wall of a store. They stared at the scene in horror and then slowly looked around to find everyone else going about their business as normal. A few passersby glanced at the accident, but most ignored it completely like they didn't even see it.

  The two of them were speechless as they stood rooted on the spot for what seemed like forever, then Carmen finally pulled Tommy away from the scene. They both walked down the street, feeling numb. Their bodies were shaking, and their blood turned white. They only lasted another block before Tommy told her that he was feeling sick. There was a convenience store next to them, and Carmen told him to go in and use the bathroom. He shuffled through the door, and she waited outside in the cold for him to get back. Her body shook terribly from the horrifying incident she just witnessed, and she tried to keep her own thoughts in check, remembering not to get scared. But if they had gotten to that stretch of road just ten seconds sooner, they may have been badly hurt.

  Strange feelings washed over her aside from the shock, and they were those same familiar sensations she'd experienced a couple times on previous nights. She knew now that they were the first symptoms of what everyone else in the town was experiencing. If they had control over them to the degree that she was seeing now, then the townspeople must have really been so far gone to it. She shuddered to think what would become of her if she let herself do the same.

  Shouting came from a nearby alley. Carmen took a few strides over to the entrance of it and peeked around the corner.

  The narrow alley stretched between stores to the backs of them where all the supplies and garbage were carried in and out. And standing there was Brett, his sister Stacy, and her boyfriend that they'd seen in the car before.

  "Vince, stop!" Stacy said.

  Vince ignored her. He shoved Brett on the shoulder, easily two or three times his size and age. "I know you took them, you little twerp," he said.

  "I didn't take your c-cigarettes," Brett stammered, trying to stand up for himself.

  "Like hell," Vince retorted. He wound his arm back and punched Brett in the stomach.

  "Brett!" Stacy cried.

  He sank down to his knees and fell over on the cold concrete.

  "Whatever, I'm out of here," Vince said. "You owe me for those smokes, baby," he said to Stacy as he took another alley out of there.

  Stacy looked up at him with hatred, then she turned her attention back to her little brother. "Brett? Brett! Are you okay?"

  Brett writhed on the ground and moaned, cradling his stomach.

  Stacy began crying, and the hot tears streaked down her face and turned the whites of her eyes red. She looked up suddenly and saw Carmen staring at her in surprise. Instead of asking her for help, instead of just simply being embarrassed, Stacy shot up to her feet and came toward her.

  "What do you think you're looking at?!" she demanded, marching on the warpath for her.

  Carmen took a step back, slowly raising her hands. "I..." It wasn't the reaction she expected.

  Now Stacy's face was red with embarrassment that Carmen had witnessed all of that. "What, you think this is funny?" she shouted.

  "I don't," Carmen said calmly.

  But Stacy wouldn't relent. "You think this is a joke?!" She stepped forward and shoved Carmen's chest.

  Carmen regained her footing and stood up to Stacy. "Hey! I just saw you guys back there. I didn't mean anything by it!" She wasn't about to back down from Stacy, and she tried her best to remain calm. She felt bad for her and Brett, but Stacy wasn't being very accommodating.

  Stacy pushed her again, and in anger, Carmen pushed her back. Despite that, Carmen tried to stay calm. But when Stacy slapped her across the face, all bets were off.

  Carmen's hand balled up into a fist as her eyes slowly dragged up to Stacy's face—her target.

  "W-What's going on?" Tommy asked, wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand.

  Stacy and Carmen turned and saw him standing there, looking up at them with bewildered eyes. Now the scene was becoming even more embarrassing for Stacy, but she wouldn't dare hit a child. So she turned her ire on Carmen one last time and spit on her. The ball of saliva sailed through the air and landed on Carmen's neck, then Stacy turned and marched back for Brett.

  "Come on, get up," she said, picking him up to his feet and marching him out the other exit as he groaned.

  Carmen watched her go, her eyes narrow, as she wiped the spit off with the sleeve of her coat.

  Road Trip

  The library was dead silent, with no one in there except for the one woman working at the front. Tommy kept casting suspicious glances over his shoulder down the aisles next to them, like someone would be sneaking up on them at any moment.

  Carmen turned the knob of the microfilm reader, looking through old newspapers from throughout the town's history. She had already gone back fifty years, not seeing anything at all about the witch. It seemed that truly no one had ever talked about her when she was living in that house, but what she wanted to know more than anything was just how long she had been living there.

  "I'm not finding anything," Carmen said.

  Tommy leaned over her shoulder and looked at a newspaper from 1961. "When the clues aren't coming to you, try a new approach," he said. "That's the mark of a go—"

  "Good adventurer," Carmen finished, rolling her eyes.

  He grabbed the dial from her and twisted it all the way back, going into newspapers from the 1800s.

  "I think this is about as far back as you can go," Carmen said. Some of the papers weren't very well-kept, and the print was hard to read on the screen. They both strained their eyes as Carmen took control again and cycled through them.

  Their small town seemed a lot smaller back then based off the headlines they were reading, but when they got to a newspaper from 1884, Tommy pointed to the screen.

  "What?" Carmen asked.

  "Go back, I think I saw something."