The Ghosts of Temple Bruer part 17

Sarah waited for Philip to return, and when he didn’t she became worried, and called Sheriff Crosby. The unrelenting rain had begun to pelt against the windows, and when thundered roared the glass quivered from the the sound. A few minutes later lightning flashed nearby. It made the evening uneasy as she waited for Sheriff Crosby. She wondered if she should awake Aki, but she decided otherwise.

It was an hour later when Sheriff Crosby arrived at the castle.

“Philip left hours ago and hasn’t returned,” Sarah told him.

“How long ago was this?”

“About eight hours ago,” Sarah said.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“No,” Sarah proceeded to tell him the story she told Philip, about John Hawthorn, and what she found in his cabin.

“Did you say John Hawthorn?” Sheriff Crosby looked uncomfortable when she mentioned his name.

“Yes,” Sarah became suspicious.

“Stay here,” he said. “Don’t open the door unless its me or Philip, is that understood?”

Sarah nodded.

“Lock all the doors. I’ll be back,” he said, and walked out.

Sarah, rushed up the stairs to Aki’s room. She knocked a few times, but Aki didn’t respond.

“Aki,” Sarah called out to her. “Are you there? It’s me, Sarah.”

She pressed her ear on door to hear anything moving, but nothing did. Scared and confused, Sarah ran downstairs, and made sure all the doors were locked, then waited in the den for the Sheriff to return. She must have fallen asleep, because the next morning she was awoken by a knock on the door. When she opened it she saw Sheriff Crosby standing weary and crestfallen.

“Did you find him?” Sarah asked.

“I did,” he said quietly.

“Where is he?”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

“Sorry? I don’t understand.”

“We did find Philip,” the Sheriff said.

“Where is he? I want to see him. Is he all right?”

“I’m afraid…” he paused for a minute. “He’s dead. He drowned in the pond.”

Sarah couldn’t believe it, and place a hand over her mouth afraid to let a scream escape her lips.

“No, that can’t be,” Sarah choked back the tears. “He knows how to swim he couldn’t have drowned.”

“We found him this morning, Sarah,” Sheriff Crosby continued. “He must have gotten lost… slipped, and fellen in.”

“That’s impossible,” Sarah began to sob. “That can’t be.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Sheriff Crosby didn’t hesitate embracing her. “I’m sorry.”

It was all Sarah kept hearing in her head as she broke down and cried. That day she decided to leave Temple Bruer. Sheriff Crosby waited downstairs as she packed everything she could in one bag. She had forgotten about Aki until she turned to her door. She walked towards Aki’s room. Before she could knock the door opened.

“Aki,” Sarah called out her name. “Are you—”

The door opened to an empty room. Aki’s bed was made, but it hadn’t been slept on. She entered the room, and decided to check if Aki’s belongings were still there. Her clothes hung neatly in the closet, her shoes, suitcase, and other few mementos were still there. But where was Aki?

As Sarah rushed downstairs, she felt a cold zephyr blow down her neck, making her skin crawl. When she reached the front door where Sheriff Crosby was waiting she told him Aki wasn’t here.

“She must be somewhere here,” Sheriff Crosby said.

“Her belongings are still in her room,” Sarah thought for a moment. “As I think about it, I didn’t see her at all yesterday.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have one of my man looking for her,” Sheriff Crosby said.


The Ghosts of Temple Bruer part 16

Sarah came upon a log cabin when she went walking around the lands around the estate. She had knocked a few times, but it was quiet inside, nothing stirred, nothing moved. She wondered if it was vacant, and was ready to walk away, but something moved from the corner of her eye.

“Hallo,” she said as she walked around the cabin. “I don’t mean to bother, but…”

She walked around the cabin a few times when a fetor wafted through the air. She covered her nose and mouth. It was a smell she had never before smelt, but it was strong and putrid. She walked backed to the front of the cabin, and saw the door slightly squeaking ajar.

Wasn’t the door closed? she thought to herself. She cautiously approached it.

“Hallo,” she tried to say without breathing the stench. She knocked again, but no one answered. She slowly stepped inside. It took awhile for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when they did she was aghast at the sights she saw inside. There were dark stains that covered the floors and walls. Large flies buzzed around. The smell stunk the worst inside than outside. Sarah had to cover her mouth from gagging.

Her eyes wandered around at the unkempt cabin. There was uneaten food,  rotting on the table, spiderwebs dangled from windows and corners, dust covered every inch of the cabin as mice droppings were visible everywhere. Sarah’s eyes settled on two forms laying on the bed. She took a few steps towards it, wondering what it was, as she grew nearer, her eyes grew wider.

The two forms lying on the bed, where the bodies of a fifteen year old and six year old. Their faces suffered long deep gashes, their clothes covered in dry blood. Whoever had done it left them to rot.

To Sarah’s horror she wondered if that person was still nearby. Who’s children were these? Was this the family Sheriff Crosby spoke of? Who could have done this to them?

Her heart started beating faster. She had to leave, quickly stepping out of the cabin, avoiding to look behind her. She hadn’t gotten as far as she had wished to be, but fear made her legs tremble, and she moved slowly and awkwardly.

“You weren’t supposed to see that?”

Sarah, knew that voice and slowly turn to face the man.

“John,” she whispered.

John suddenly vanished.

Sarah turned away, and headed back to the castle. Her body was paralyzed with fear, making it impossible for her to move any faster. She couldn’t hold back the tears that burned down her cheeks.

That night, she stayed in the den, staying close to the fireplace to keep warm. She was shaken from what she had seen, and couldn’t stop crying as the images of the dead girls crept inside her mind. She didn’t hear the footsteps came towards the den, nor did she notice Philip enter. When she looked up she couldn’t be angry at him anymore, and ran to him, telling him everything she had seen at the cabin. Philip then left without a word.