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little dog ever show back up? A white poodle, I think you said?”
“ No, and frankly I have been so torn up about the girls, I haven’t given much thought to the dog.”
Elizabeth nodded, and then spoke frankly. “He got rid of the dog first.”
Rachel gasped.
“ Mrs. Townsend, the man who attacked your daughter and granddaughter came into this house intending on doing them harm. The violence was premeditated.”
“ Who would do such a thing?”
Having no answer to her question, at present, Elizabeth continued, “I don’t have a name. The man does not think of himself by a name.” She stopped and went very still. “He considers himself to be ‘The Righteous’.
Only Elizabeth saw Angelique looking out the glass patio door, but all of them heard her gasp. They turned to see what was wrong and heard her whisper, “Mrs. Townsend, may I have a recent picture of Kathy and Lea?”
Nanette walked over to her companion. “You see something, don’t you?”
Angelique nodded.
Rachel walked into the adjacent room and came back with a framed photograph. She handed the photo to Angelique, who took one look at the picture and laid it down on the cabinet. She opened the door and walked outside. They slowly followed her as the stately woman walked toward the wooded back of the property.
“ What is she doing?” Rachel asked Nanette.
“ I’m not sure, but I think we had better get you a chair.”
Elizabeth knew that her mother had a good idea what would happen next. Rachel would be receiving tragic news.
Angelique walked toward the trees. The mown portion of the backyard ended abruptly in a thickly wooded area covered in low, dense underbrush.
Elizabeth tuned into Angelique’s thoughts. She didn’t like to do it; Angelique’s unique view of the world was not a pretty one. Closing her eyes, she saw what Angelique saw—standing at the edge of the trees, pale and covered in blood was Kathy McLemore. She held the hand of her small daughter. Elizabeth wanted to cry.
* * * *
Even after years of experiencing encounters with the dead, Angelique still felt the dread and the uncertainty she felt the very first time she had ever seen a ghost.
Angelique’s first time had been at an aunt’s wedding when she was only six years old. The ceremony was in the neighborhood church and Angelique had been asked to be a flower girl. She had been very excited and took her job seriously. As she walked up the aisle, scattering rose petals, Angelique noticed a little girl standing up at the front over by the piano. As she drew closer to the wedding party, who were standing in a semi-circle in front of the altar, Angelique drew a startled, audible breath. She was close enough now to recognize the other girl. It was her cousin, Bettina.
The job of flower girl had first been promised to Bettina and now she had arrived to watch someone else do what she had so looked forward to doing herself. Angelique even wore the dress originally sewn for Bettina. Angelique began to shake. Her steps slowed down to a crawl. Everyone watched Angelique as she so carefully stared at the area off to the right near the musical instrument.
Bettina was not happy. The look on the little girl’s face sent cold chills down Angelique’s back. The wedding party all looked at Angelique obviously wondering why she had stopped throwing rose petals halfway down the aisle.
All of this would have been easily solved—the bride would have been glad to include Bettina in the procession, Bettina’s mother would have been overjoyed to know Bettina had felt like coming to the church. Angelique used to love playing with her favorite cousin.
… but Bettina had died six weeks earlier from bacterial meningitis.
Angelique looked around the church with horror, but no one else could see Bettina. They were all looking at her. No one seemed aware of Bettina’s presence except Angelique. She pulled herself together and took her place at the front of the church. The
“ No, and frankly I have been so torn up about the girls, I haven’t given much thought to the dog.”
Elizabeth nodded, and then spoke frankly. “He got rid of the dog first.”
Rachel gasped.
“ Mrs. Townsend, the man who attacked your daughter and granddaughter came into this house intending on doing them harm. The violence was premeditated.”
“ Who would do such a thing?”
Having no answer to her question, at present, Elizabeth continued, “I don’t have a name. The man does not think of himself by a name.” She stopped and went very still. “He considers himself to be ‘The Righteous’.
Only Elizabeth saw Angelique looking out the glass patio door, but all of them heard her gasp. They turned to see what was wrong and heard her whisper, “Mrs. Townsend, may I have a recent picture of Kathy and Lea?”
Nanette walked over to her companion. “You see something, don’t you?”
Angelique nodded.
Rachel walked into the adjacent room and came back with a framed photograph. She handed the photo to Angelique, who took one look at the picture and laid it down on the cabinet. She opened the door and walked outside. They slowly followed her as the stately woman walked toward the wooded back of the property.
“ What is she doing?” Rachel asked Nanette.
“ I’m not sure, but I think we had better get you a chair.”
Elizabeth knew that her mother had a good idea what would happen next. Rachel would be receiving tragic news.
Angelique walked toward the trees. The mown portion of the backyard ended abruptly in a thickly wooded area covered in low, dense underbrush.
Elizabeth tuned into Angelique’s thoughts. She didn’t like to do it; Angelique’s unique view of the world was not a pretty one. Closing her eyes, she saw what Angelique saw—standing at the edge of the trees, pale and covered in blood was Kathy McLemore. She held the hand of her small daughter. Elizabeth wanted to cry.
* * * *
Even after years of experiencing encounters with the dead, Angelique still felt the dread and the uncertainty she felt the very first time she had ever seen a ghost.
Angelique’s first time had been at an aunt’s wedding when she was only six years old. The ceremony was in the neighborhood church and Angelique had been asked to be a flower girl. She had been very excited and took her job seriously. As she walked up the aisle, scattering rose petals, Angelique noticed a little girl standing up at the front over by the piano. As she drew closer to the wedding party, who were standing in a semi-circle in front of the altar, Angelique drew a startled, audible breath. She was close enough now to recognize the other girl. It was her cousin, Bettina.
The job of flower girl had first been promised to Bettina and now she had arrived to watch someone else do what she had so looked forward to doing herself. Angelique even wore the dress originally sewn for Bettina. Angelique began to shake. Her steps slowed down to a crawl. Everyone watched Angelique as she so carefully stared at the area off to the right near the musical instrument.
Bettina was not happy. The look on the little girl’s face sent cold chills down Angelique’s back. The wedding party all looked at Angelique obviously wondering why she had stopped throwing rose petals halfway down the aisle.
All of this would have been easily solved—the bride would have been glad to include Bettina in the procession, Bettina’s mother would have been overjoyed to know Bettina had felt like coming to the church. Angelique used to love playing with her favorite cousin.
… but Bettina had died six weeks earlier from bacterial meningitis.
Angelique looked around the church with horror, but no one else could see Bettina. They were all looking at her. No one seemed aware of Bettina’s presence except Angelique. She pulled herself together and took her place at the front of the church. The
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