The evil visitor prologue chapters I and II

THE EVIL VISITOR FERNANDO SOBENES B.

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THE
EVIL
VISITOR
FERNANDO E. SOBENES
BUITRÓN
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SPANISH TITLE:

EL VISITANTE
MALIGNO
FERNANDO E. SOBENES
BUITRÓN

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Benjamin Barnett

*** ALL NAMES OF
CHARACTERS AND PLACES
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DEDICATION

“To the two most important people in my
life: my beloved wife Islet and my son; my
dearest Fabricio, who are my inspiration and
strength”

“To my dearly and missed mother.
Wherever you are; may you find the happiness
and understanding that you never had in this
life.”

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THANKS AND APPRECIATION

To my beloved wife for her love; her
invaluable support and understanding to
allow me to be able to complete this work.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

Is there life after death? Do God and the
Devil exist? Nobody knows for sure. We all
want to believe that this life is a step towards
something else, toward some other dimension
that brings a better existence than the current
one. All of this is based on faith, for there is no
scientific proof either way.

All religions (or many of them) deal with the
topic of life after death: reincarnation, good and
evil. They use these concepts and adapt them
conveniently for their purposes. The figure of a
vengeful God is present in the Bible and
Christian doctrine affirms it, summoning a
radical Manichaeism: God or the devil, heaven
or the underworld; adapt to our rules or you'll
burn in the fires of hell. Threats and blackmail,
rewards and punishments, where if we do not
embrace the former, we fall without recourse, in
the claws of the latter, condemning us to an
eternal existence, frightening, in the never
ending pit of purgatory paying for our sins and
being the object of a merciless God that
sentences us to a brutal and ruthless punishment
for all eternity.
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If we become aware of the horrible acts that
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have occurred on our planet since before any of


our memories such as epidemics, wars, bloody
dictatorships, genocides, accidents, catastrophes,
natural disasters, abuse and abandonment of
children, people born handicapped, deformed,
various diseases, and finally, an unending wave
of plagues, we ask ourselves: Why does God
permit all this? Does He really want us to
suffer? Should we be condemned to pay for the
sins of "our first parents" who committed the
"original sin"?

If you ask a priest the cause of all these
miseries, his answer is that the ways of the Lord
are mysterious and that mankind has free will.
That is, we remain the same, without an
adequate or convincing explanation about God
that reveals his existence and behavior.

On the other hand, it would appear that the
Devil is winning the battle against good. Man
has suffered and committed indescribable
outrages against his fellows since the beginning
of time; innocent blood has been shed many
times for no reason at all. Many absurd
accidents occur in which people perish
indiscriminately without even having had the
opportunity to enjoy life, and others fall in the
claws of drug addiction and alcoholism. The
victims of wars, child exploitation, terrorism and
drug trafficking, kidnappings, imprisonment and
suffering of the innocent, religious fanaticism
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that does so much damage to humanity, and


executions due to hate or sexual or racial nature,
make one think that there is a supernatural force
behind all of the evil of humankind.

Society's moral values are in these times,
lower than ever. The marvels of the modern
world that have contributed enormously to the
advancement of humanity are also its disgrace,
such as in the case of the inappropriate use of
the Internet, where children are the main victims
of the evil that is easily transmitted and
messages of hate, racism, violence, and darkness
cannot be controlled. Iniquity, depravity, and
negativity are two clicks away. Globalization is,
for some, a blessing, while for others, a curse; it
all depends on how it is used.

As for me, I believe that something exists; a
superior or greater being that has created all
good and evil and it is up to us to make a
difference: Loving others, causing no harm, and
treating others as we would want to be treated.I
believe in therein lies the good and evil. Doing
good is the work of God. Doing evil is the work
of the Devil. It is that simple.

The author
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14 Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth;
and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy
mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down
in the midst of the stones of fire.

15 Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day
that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in
thee.

16 By the multitude of thy merchandise they
have filled the midst of thee with violence, and
thou hast sinned: therefore I will cast thee as
profane out of the mountain of God: and I will
destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst
of the stones of fire.

17 Thine heart was lifted up because of thy
beauty; thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by
reason of thy brightness: I will cast thee to the
ground; I will lay thee before kings, that they
may behold thee.
18 Thou hast defiled thy sanctuaries by the
multitude of thine iniquities, by the iniquity of
thy traffick; therefore will I bring forth a fire
from the midst of thee, it shall devour thee, and I
will bring thee to ashes upon the earth in the
sight of all them that behold thee.

19 All they that know thee among the people
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shall be astonished at thee: thou shalt be a
terror, and never shalt thou be any more.
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(Ezekiel 28)


12 How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer,
son of the morning! How art thou cut down to
the ground, which didst weaken the nations!

13 For thou hast said in thine heart, I will
ascend into heaven; I will exalt my throne above
the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount
of the congregation. In the sides of the north:

14 I will ascend above the heights of the clouds;
I will be like the most High.

15 Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the
sides of the pit.

16 They that see thee shall narrowly look upon
thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man
that made the earth to tremble, that did shake
kingdoms;

17 That made the world as a wilderness, and
destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the
house of his prisoners?

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them,
lie in glory, everyone in his own house.

19 But thou art cast out of thy grave like an
abominable branch, and as the raiment of those
that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that
go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcass
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trodden under feet.
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20 Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial,
because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain
thy people: the seed of evildoers shall never be
renowned.

21 Prepare slaughter for his children for the
iniquity of their fathers; that they do not rise,
nor possess the land, nor fill the face of the
world with cities. (Isaiah 14, Old Testament

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PROLOGUE

He could never get that terrible day out of
his mind when something happened that froze
his heart and changed his life forever. It was the
month of February 1991; Peter Donovan
Lieutenant of the United States Army, 2nd
Infantry Division was in charge of a group of
forty soldiers in the Persian Gulf who had to get
to the Ar Rumaylah oil field in northern Kuwait;
where Iraqi troops had put explosive charges in
the oil wells with the intention of exploding
them when coalition forces arrived; following
the orders of Saddam "Butcher of Baghdad"
Hussein, turning them into "fiery graves"
creating chaos and destruction. Their mission
consisted of deactivating the explosives and
clearing the area before the Iraqi dictator
accomplished his goal.

The target was 10 miles away, and they were
on foot; since there was still some resistance
from the Iraqi Republican Guard; and it was
necessary to neutralize the enemy troops that
they found in their way. They could depend on
air support if this proved necessary.

The march through the middle of the desert
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was difficult due to the amount of men and
equipment traveling. The sky was filled with
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stars and the sound of aircraft flying through


Iraqi airspace could be heard. The cold was
harsh, but in spite of this, they moved quickly.

Their night goggles allowed them to see the
enemies hiding under the cloak of darkness:
sporadic gunfire; a human silhouette in the
sights. The sounds of missiles and automatic
weapons; the flash of tracers and the target fell.
Resistance was indeed minimal.

The roar of explosions in the distance made
the ground under their boots shake. The sky lit
up with the flashes of the bombs and missiles
that fell from the planes. From far off, the
tongues of fire from some wells that were
already burning gave off clouds of black smoke
that made the night even darker. The smell of
burned fuel filled the air and made it almost
unbearable.

- Sergeant Wilkins! — said the Lieutenant –
order your men to put on their masks; there
are still three miles before we arrive at the
target.
- Yes, sir — responded the sergeant — Men,
put on your masks!

In silence, soldiers continued, advancing,
braving the cold with the wind whipping the
desert sand against their bodies; while
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approaching nearer and nearer to their
destination. Anxiety was growing; they did not
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know what they would come across; if there


would be an ambush. Suddenly a whistle and
then an explosion were felt in the rear, instantly
killing three soldiers and injuring two more.
Donovan fell on the sand propelled by the shock
wave of a mortar projectile. He could not hear
anything but an intense piercing sound. He could
see the flashes of guns resembling fireflies in the
middle of the night. Then in the distance, he
heard the sound of gunfire and the rattle of
machine—gun fire.

- Mortars! Mortars, under cover! Take cover!
— One of the soldiers shouted–

From a trench two hundred yards away they
could see the flashes of tracer rounds from
AK—47 rifles fired continuously toward them,
while the explosions would not stop.
- Wilkins! — Ordered Donovan —: check the
status of the men. Split up into two groups to
surround ... Wilkins!

He turned to look at the sergeant, just to see
him lying on the sand a few feet away writhing
in pain; his left leg was completely gone, and the
arm on the same side only holding onto a shred
of muscle.

- Corporal Torres! — Ordered Donovan —
request immediate air support.
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- Yes sir! — Said the corporal, making use of
the radio: Fox 2!, Fox, 2! Sleuth 3, here,
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requesting immediate air support;


coordinates 0—5—7. We are under mortar
fire. We have six casualties!
- Copy, Sleuth 3! Air support on its way! —
Said the voice on the radio.

Donovan and his men defended themselves,
repelling the attack. They were cornered, unable
to move. Then, they heard a hopeful sound of a
Comanche helicopter firing Hellfire missiles into
the enemy nest of enemy mortars position,
eliminating the attackers.

The air raid lasted no more than a couple of
minutes, until the sound of gunfire ceased.
Another medical rescue helicopter appeared. It
descended to assist the wounded and to collect
the bodies, while the Comanche swam ashore to
protect personnel and verify that the coast was
clear.

Donovan and his men entered the trench to
see if there were enemy survivors. Peter was
shocked to see what remained of the enemy; the
sight was Dantesque.

Dismembered corpses, charred bodies,
organs scattered everywhere, burned bodies
thrown against the walls of the trench, and
others in various grotesque positions, products
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of the shock waves that made them seem like
puppets. Every part of the trench had turned
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purple, as if a giant hand had been immersed in a


pool of blood and had shaken at the site. The
smell of death reigned in the area.

Some Iraqi soldiers were writhing in pain,
men without arms, legs. One of them, with only
one arm remaining, was trying to crawl
unsuccessfully. The cries of pain and wails of
the wounded were unbearable.

- Lieutenant! What do we do with the Iraqi
wounded? – Asked Corporal Ferris, who
arrived in the medical helicopter.
- Is there room in the helicopter? — Asked
the lieutenant. –
- No sir, we are full with casualties! I have the
order...
- Yes, yes! I know! No prisoners. — Donovan
finished –
- Corporal Torres!
- Sir?
- Arrange to verify whether if there is any
information! Look up and down all over!
Destroy any weapon you find!
- Yes, Sir!
- Torres! ...
- Yes, Sir?
- No prisoners!
- Yes, Sir!

Like a slow motion movie, soldiers
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approached the wounded soldiers, pointing their
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guns at the enemies’ heads to make them
explode with the impact of bullets.

- Here, motherfucker, damn you!
- Hussein piece of shit, eat lead!

Shots sounded while some of the wounded
were begging for their lives, imploring not to be
killed. There were others who even managed to
get on their knees, but still, they were
assassinated. Revenge was on holiday. The
anger over the attack made soldiers showed no
mercy to the fallen. Some soldiers used their
bayonets and enjoyed the time when cutting
their enemies’ throats; others burst the heads of
the wounded by hitting them with the butt. The
orgy of horror seemed to be endless.

Peter Donovan was unable to stop the
killing, even though he felt bad for the atrocities
committed by the soldiers, he remembered how
the enemy ambushed them, and how his men
had fallen destroyed by enemy fire.

- Screw them! – He thought — These bastards
deserve it! ...
- Sir, — Ferris said — Cathedral radioed and
ordered to suspend operations, and ordered
all men to return to base.
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- Okay! — Donovan said — Corporal Torres!
We are leaving. This mission has been
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canceled. Order the men to retreat, and go
back to the base!
- Understood, sir!

The helicopter with the wounded began to
take off, while its blades raised desert sand
creating a cloud of dust. Soldiers began to
retrace their steps while Donovan stared at the
infernal spectacle of the mutilated bodies in the
trenches. The memory of the pleas of Iraqi
soldiers, their voices and moans were still
piercing his head.

- Life sucks! – He thought –

He turned and started walking. Suddenly, he
ran into his left boot with something that made
him stumble. He looked down and thought he
saw something shining, but it was only for a
moment. He bent down and picked it up. It was
a small flat figure about four inches long and
about half an inch thick. It was made of black
stone, with a carved feline head, goat's horns on
the forehead and a fierce, defiant face, staring
ahead denoting cruelty, and open jaws showing
its fang with a savage gesture. The figure had a
hole in its jaws, like a large coin going through,
and the fang sticking out of it.

- Must be some kind of charm — He said to
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himself — and put it in the pocket of his
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uniform pants.


His men were already about twenty feet
away when he heard a murmur, which it was not
clearly distinguished. He turned to see what it
was, but could not see anything, and thought it
was the wind of the desert, so he prepared to
walk away, when he heard it clearly. It was a
crying child!

He returned to the place where the bodies of
the soldiers were, and he heard the heartbreaking
crying even harder, sharp, crying for help. It
came from the bottom of the trench that was
about three feet deep.

- Who's there? – He shouted — raising his
rifle, and pointing in the direction from
where the sound came.

The crying grew louder and Peter kept
moving among the bodies, but could not
distinguish very well in the trench. The infrared
light started flashing. He removed it and turned
it out. He switched on his flashlight, and there it
was, hidden in the background, the entrance to a
small cave, where the crying was coming. He
leaned over and lit the inside, but could see
nothing. He had to lie on the floor and begin to
crawl to enter the small hole in the sand that
looked like the lair of an animal. He began to
feel a smell, there was something stale,
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decomposed, it was clear that there was
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something dead in there.


The sobs became louder.

- I'm coming to help you, just wait! ...

The stench got worse as he moved forward.
He put the gas mask back, in spite of this he
could hardly bear the retches, but managed to
enter by crawling down through the hole, to
finally be able to rise. He had come to a kind of
large chamber. He lit up around the walls with
the lantern, and saw some drawings and letters
that he could not understand but assumed they
were ancient characters. Gradually he figured
out that they were some type of box covered by
sheets. Those were shrouds, and some of them
were half—buried. He was in a grave. Skulls
and bones could be seen on the walls and floor
of the enclosure, the roof was about twelve feet
in height.

The crying continued. It was a terrible, a
painful lament coming from the grave. He shone
the light in the direction of the sob and saw a
strange figure, the back covered with a black
mantle; it was leaning over one of the mummies
and it was muttering something strange,
incomprehensible. At that time the flashlight
was turned off and the murmur of "that" ended.
Donovan could not turn it on again, it did not
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- Peter, Peter! ... – He could hear his name in
the gloom –

He heard several voices, terrible screaming of
women and men whispering to him.
- We were waiting for you.

His blood ran cold when he heard those voices,
and he was overcome with panic.
- Join us! ... — Said those horrific voices —.
- Peter, Peter, join us!

Darkness was absolute, his bones were cold, but
the terror he felt reached to his soul.

He put the night vision equipment back
immediately, and what he saw made all the hair
on his body stand on end. The mummies in the
tomb were in motion. They had come to life!
The "being", crouching just moments ago, was
now standing in front of Peter, and he was very
tall. Peter could see those eyes through the night
viewer, and that filled him with horror.

- Peter, join us! Come to us! — Said the
"being" with a booming voice.

Peter raised his gun and started shooting at
"that", in front of him, until he emptied the
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magazine of his gun, while the "being" laughed
out loud. Peter Donovan knew that if he did not
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escape from there he was going to meet death


face to face. Once again the infrared light started
flashing, remaining in darkness.

Instinctively he threw himself on the ground,
and began to crawl through where he came as
fast as he could.
- Peter, PEEEETEEEER! ...

The screams were deafening and he could hear
the voices getting closer.
- PETER, JOIN, JOIN US!

Crawling swiftly he went, terrified by what
was behind. He could see nothing. He only
listened to these frightening voices and laments.
Suddenly he felt someone grab his boots and
pulled him to make him go back. Amid laughter
and screaming, "something" prevented him from
advancing and kept returning him back to the
tomb.

- HELP! HELP ME! HELP! ... FOR GOD’S
SAKE, SOMEONE HELP ME! – He began
to cry –

The voices behind him said:
- GOD IS NOT HERE, HE FORGOT
ABOUT YOU, BUT WE DID NOT. COME
HERE, JOIN US, PETER!
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His strength was sapped from him. Whoever
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was previously holding his boots, held his calves


this time, burning his skin with an intense pain.
These "beings" were dragging him along back to
the tomb, as Peter was unable to get away.

Unexpectedly, he felt a pair of hands holding
him tightly by his arms and pulling him forward,
to release him from the small tunnel. It was his
battalion who made a human chain to get him
out. At that moment, Donovan lost
consciousness.

When he regained consciousness he was in
the rescue helicopter, with bandaged legs. He
could feel the burning pain of burns, with the
shock of horror at the experience in the tomb.

- Are you OK, Lieutenant? What happened
down there? — Asked Ferris –
- I do not know; — said Donovan – I do not
know. Then, the helicopter moved away
leaving behind the hideous orgy of blood,
terror and death.

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PART ONE

THE SHADOW OF DEATH

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CHAPTER I

I am the Lord thy God, which have brought
thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house
of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods
before me. Thou shalt not make unto thee any
graven image, or any likeness of anything that
is in heaven above, or that is in the earth
beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.
Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor
serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous
God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon
the children unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me (Ex 20, 2—5).
It is written: You shall worship the lord, your
God, and serve him only (Mt 4, 10).

―Lago Feliz‖ was a small lovely town
located ninety minutes from the city, where
some families had decided to move to get away
from the noise, traffic and the stress of big cities.

It was a halcyon place in the woods, only
linked to the outside world by an access road
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connected with a highway, twenty miles away.
Surrounded by trees and mountains, it had a
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huge forest and a beautiful lake, which gave the


village its name, where people enjoyed
swimming and sunbathing during the summer,
and the cold and snow in the winter. Fishing was
plentiful and they had deer hunting as well. The
town was also famous for its entertainment:
clubs, restaurants, a small amusement park and a
roller coaster that attracted those who wanted to
leave the city on the weekends and take a ride to
the town to relax and get entertainment.

"Lago Feliz" was founded twenty years ago
by some entrepreneurs who had the idea to
create an exclusive community which would
feature all the comforts of the big city and the
tranquility that nature provides in the
countryside. Hence its development had been
according to their needs. They had a fire station,
church, municipality, police station, shopping
center, several motels, a library, a small hospital,
school, cemetery, and everything they needed to
not have to go to the city. It had a five-block
street of restaurants, cafes, cinemas and the like,
to allow locals and non-locals alike to be
entertained. Modern, spacious and comfortable
houses made of this town a dream place for
almost fifteen hundred souls who inhabited this
community.

Dawn came as usual for Peter Donovan. He
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started his day with a lazy morning and wanting
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to stay in bed and not have to go to work; with


an instant arousal revealing his desire to make
love, which was already habitual. The friction of
the sheet between his legs, and then moving a
little bit to get close to her; to feel her soft skin
and begin to caress his wife’s body, expecting
the desired response. Jennifer would come to her
husband to feel his erection and then, as usual,
they would make a drowsy love at first until they
fully wake up with a frenzied sex that left them
at ease, with the feeling of bodily rest; leisurely,
relaxed. Staying close together, embracing, wet
with passion and trying to catch a few more
winks, to continue thus avoiding getting up,
getting ready, caring for their child, making
breakfast and continuing with the routine they
had had, since they got married several years
ago.

He had been the sheriff of Lago Feliz for
fifteen years. After he returned from the Gulf
War he decided not to stay in the Army and
immediately turned in his retirement papers. He
decided to leave in the past the terrible moments
he lived through. The builders of the village
contacted Peter and offered him the Sheriff’s
post, with a very good salary, room and board,
which he accepted immediately and moved in.
Once there, he met Jennifer Petersen, daughter
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of the owner of one of the main chain restaurants
in the country, who resolved to settle in the
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village to start her own business. And now she


owned the best restaurant in town, "The Golden
Dinner" which many people of the city
frequented. Jenny (as she was called) had dark
brown hair, brown eyes, full lips, oval face, thin
hands and slender fingers with beautiful legs,
wide hips, beautiful feet very impeccable, not
very tall, with small breasts. She was certainly a
beautiful woman who attracted the stares of
men. For his part, Peter was six feet tall, tan
skin, brown eyes, thin face, athletic build and
friendly voice. Immediately, they fell in love,
they married a year after, and had their son,
George, after five years of marriage. Donovan's
family was very happy in the small town.

Peter went out with George in the morning
to take him to school, which was ten minutes
from home. Driving the police van he watched
as people left early for work. Vehicles with
parents who also picked other children up; little
Luke riding his bike to deliver the paper,
throwing it house to house carelessly, and
waving to the neighbors who woke up sleepy to
clean their yards, or just to pick up the paper, or
the ones who went out jogging and exercising.

- Good morning, Mrs. Kerry!
- Good morning, Mr. James!
- Hello Luke! — Answered the neighbors.
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Peter watched the tranquility of the place and
looked at his son in the back seat who was still
sleepy and trying to go back to sleep.

- It's good to be here! —He thought. He
turned on the car and began driving toward
George’s school.

After dropping his son off at school, he went
downtown to his office. The old police station
had been growing as the town did. Initially,
when Peter came, there were five men and they
had only one vehicle. After fifteen years of
being in charge, he turned it into a police
department with twenty—five men under his
command and eight vehicles, earning the respect
and affection of the villagers. At first the work
was not very hard: traffic problems, speeding
down the road when "tourists" were in the city,
or those who drank heavily in nightclubs and
caused a disturbance. Then, as the town became
more popular and more people began to visit it,
work became more arduous.

- Good morning chief! – His assistant, Jeff
Douglas greeted him as Peter entered—, the
weekend's almost here!
- Hi Jeff! —Said Peter — Yes, I'm afraid so.
Have you posted the staff on the roads and
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restaurant areas?
- Yes, chief.
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- Did anybody go to investigate Mrs.
Mitchell's broken fence? – Remember she
called several times –
- Yes, chief.
- Did you remind the men about the new
plan? Keep in mind that in the tourist area of
the lake...
- Yes, Peter, — sympathetic, his assistant
interrupted him — I've done it several times.
Why are you so nervous?
- Peter remained thoughtful for a few seconds
— I have a strange feeling that something is
about to happen –
- Did something happen, Peter? Is there any
problem?
- No, it's nothing, Jeff, thank you! — Let’s
see what we have here.

And they began to check the documents and the
routine work of the office.

Jeff Douglas had worked with Peter for
twelve years and they had become good friends.
Besides work, they had something else in
common; both of them fought in the Gulf War.
Jeff belonged to the Marine Corps and he was in
an M1 Abrams tank which participated in the
Kuwait City liberation, and he retired with the
rank of sergeant. Mary Rock had been married
to Jeff for three years and they had a nine month
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old baby named Thomas, and they lived happily
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in the village. The remaining men had been


recruited by Peter in the big city; some of them
were members of other police offices, and some
came from different security forces and were
attracted by the good pay, stability and
tranquility of the place, and decided to move to
―Lago Feliz‖, which offered a better prospective
life.

That Friday, as the day progressed, tourists
were arriving from the city, joining the villagers
who had their jobs or businesses in the city, and
commuted the fifty minutes that separated the
two places. That was Will Perry’s case, a lawyer
and Peter’s neighbor with whom he use to take
turns every weekend to meet among friends,
have a beer and get together.

But that Friday was not inviting, due to the
threatening gray clouds in the sky that forecasted
a storm and discouraged regular visitors from
taking the road to the village. Late at night, it
was evident that the storm was ready to burst at
any time and the streets were half empty, and
due to the storm forecast, business had a low
influx of people and they had to wait for better
conditions to encouraged people to go to the
town.

This time, friends agreed to meet at the
house of Will and Anna Perry, who had two
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children: six year old Francis and Louise, three
years old. They had a playroom in the first floor,
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with all the necessary equipment and toys to


have fun. Anna's mom, Susan, who lived with
them, loved to play with her grandchildren, to
watch them run and to look after them.

Clouds were getting blacker over the skies of
Lago Feliz. Friends started to gather: Charles
Mercy and his wife, Dolores, with their children
Dennis and Michael, five and seven years old,
respectively; Josh Miller, the village priest with
a PhD in Philosophy; Jeff, Mary and little
Thomas, who felt asleep in his stroller, with his
pacifier hanging from a red bow around his
neck; then came Jennifer and George.

The kids ran up, followed by Susan, enjoying
themselves.

- Children, children! No running! You can get
hurt... — said Susan — trying to catch them.
- Charles said — Smells great, I'm starving! Is
the meat ready?
- Almost! — Answered Will – Jennifer,
where is Peter?
- He’s coming; he is bringing the beer — said
Jennifer –

Peter was watching from his house the thick
darkness of night and the black clouds
announcing the gathering storm.
- This will be a violent storm, hopefully
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nobody will think of coming here with this
weather — Peter thought—
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Using a portable radio, Peter contacted his
men on duty, to ensure they were in position and
that everything was going without problems. He
left his room and went downstairs to the kitchen.
- Hey, Peter! — it was Will’s voice from the
other house – we're waiting for you!, the
game is about to start, and we are starving.
Hurry!
- Okay! I'll get the beers, I'm coming ... —
Peter replied —. He went down to the
basement to find a case of beer. He tried to
turn on the light but it didn’t work.
- Damn! The light bulb burned out — he said
to himself—

Peter groped for the second switch in the
basement, being careful not to bump into things
that were there. Suddenly he noticed something
shining in the dark. He didn’t know what it was,
so he got closer to the mantelpiece where the
object was. He moved forward toward it, and
when he was close enough he noticed it was that
strange shaped stone animal head he found in
the desert, the one he had tried to erase from his
mind. Peter was terrified, and began to sweat.
Those fierce eyes were watching him intently. It
was an evil, wicked look, and its jaws opened
even more, like trying to burst out laughing.
Peter was paralyzed by fear. The memories of
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that night of horror, blood and fright, turned
back to his mind. Peter tried to calm down and
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overcome the feeling, when suddenly the first
thunder sounded, and started to rain.

Unexpectedly the light came on. Peter saw
the small rock he had found in the deserts of
Iraq, and understood that nothing bad was
happening… — It's just my imagination — he
said to himself. He grabbed the case of beer, two
bottles of whiskey and went upstairs. He crossed
the garden and entered the house of his neighbor
and friend.

- Finally! – exclaimed some of his friends—
- Peter! Did you see a ghost? You are pale —
Will asked him—
- No, it was nothing. The thunder took me by
surprise, that was it — said Peter.
- Ha, ha, ha, — everyone laughed—

Jennifer approached her husband with a kiss
on the cheek and asked him.

- My love, is everything okay?
- Yes, sweetie, everything is fine...

The evening was very lively. They enjoyed
the baseball game that they'd been looking
forward to. Dinner was very animated. The
children ran around the table and they wanted to
go back to the playroom.
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Peter was still thinking about what took
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place that night. Although he had tried to forget


what happened all those years ago, memories
came to his mind, as ghosts bringing the
memories when his comrades died. Sergeant
Wilkins torn apart by a mortar shell; the
wounded men, the executions of Iraqi soldiers,
the crying child and entering to that infernal
tomb, where he was a victim of unimaginable
terror; events that he never experienced in his
life.

He kept watching his friends, talking,
drinking beer. The children were upstairs with
Grandma. Peter was looking all this, but he was
not listening. In his mind he repeated, PETER,
JOIN US, PETER!

- Peter, Peter, join us, what planet are you on?
You have been distracted all night — said
father Josh –
- Must have been the thunder – Said Anna
smiling.
- I was thinking of the men on duty in this
weather, I hope they are doing well ... —
answered Peter –
- You know, if they have not called, it is
because everything is all quiet, relax —
replied Jeff—
- Yes, you're right. No reason to worry —
Peter agreed –
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The night progressed, it was early morning
when the rain became a storm, and the lights in
town started to flicker.

- The storm must have affected the
transformers, — said Will –
- Yes — said Dolores —, the rain has become
a flood.

Water flowed like a small river by Main Street.

- Please, Jeff, get in contact with the men,
check that everything is fine.
- Yes, Peter.

Using the walkie—talkie, Jeff began to call:

- All units: please report to Command 2. —
Absolute silence.
- Is the radio working, Jeff? — Asked Peter –
- Yes, — said Jeff — the battery is at full
load. There is something causing
interference and it won't let us communicate.
Let me try again:
- Lightning, Lightning, Command 2, here,
please report.
- Contact the head office — ordered Peter –
- Nothing, no response — reported Jeff –
- It could be some static because of the storm
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— said Jeff –
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- Well; duty calls — said Peter, standing up
follow by Jeff — let's see how everything is
going. We'll back in a couple of hours.
- Yes, Peter, let's go –said Jeff—.
- Watch out, boys — said Jennifer –
- Don't worry, we'll be back as quickly as we
can —her husband answered —

The gathering continued. Father Josh was telling
about something that had happened.
- It was terrible what happened to that girl, the
video has been uploaded to the Internet.
- Yes I saw it, they captured just as she was
dying – said Charles—
- What was it that happened? –asked Susan,
walking downstairs and whispering because
the children were asleep.
- A young woman was killed in Iran during a
protest. You can see the moment when she
was wheeled away. Then she lost
consciousness, and started bleeding from her
nose and mouth, I think they shot her in the
chest — said Charles –
- Oh, my God, how horrible! — Said Anna –
what a misfortune. I don’t know what the
world’s coming to.
- Only God knows, — said father Josh—
Only HE knows.
- Ok. Ok – said Will — let's not talk about sad
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things, we are here to have fun, isn’t it?
How about if we play something?
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- Card games — said Anna –


- NOOOOO!, — Jokingly, all chanted—
- Ok, ok, — said Anna laughing — what do
you want to play?
- I bought something special in the city, wait a
second. – Will said. — He got up and went
to his studio to get something on the
desktop.

He returned with a plastic bag, he opened it
and pulled out a box placing it on the table. It
was a rectangular tablet of yellow wood, and
antique look. In the upper left corner it had the
image of the sun with a smiling face and the
word "YES" on it. On the opposite side, it was
the moon on crescent with a star, and a face of
woman looking to the first one, preceding the
word "NO". Below, forming and arc, capital
letters were arranged in two rows: the first one
from letter "A to M" and the second one, from
"N to Z". Under the letters were the numbers
from 1 to 0, and immediately at the end, the
word "GOODBYE". At the bottom corners two
figures of witches stood, watching up at the sun
and the moon respectively. It was a Ouija board.
- Good! – Said Charles— we will close the
evening with ghosts. Everyone started
laughing.
- I have not played with the "board" since
college — said Mary — I remember it was a
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little scary.
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- It is not good to play with things we don't
understand — said Susan — I think it can be
dangerous.
- Come on, Susan — encouraged her son-in-
law — What could happen? Let's have some
fun until Peter and Jeff return.
- Cheer up, Susan – seconded Jennifer —it’s
only a game.
- Come on, Mom, then you can go to see the
children, — said Ann –
- Yes, that’s it. —Said Dolores — In that
case, we can ask the expert. What do you
think, Josh?

Father Josh watched them amused and
curious. He smiled nervously, wondering what
his fellow priests would think if they saw him
playing with the Ouija board invoking spirits,
beings from beyond. The first commandment
"love God above all things" came into his mind,
remembering the Catechism of the Catholic
Church, especially the part about prediction and
magic *. But to tell the truth he was a little
drunk and he wanted to continue the fun.

- Josh, Your Eminence: Did a "spirit‖ turn
you dumb? — asked Will sarcastically —
and everyone started laughing.
- I do not think our Lord will be offended
over some fun — he said smiling — let's
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play. Who cares! If it's just a game — he
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thought –


- Very good —said Will— well done Josh,
His Eminence spoke and we are determined,
I will bring some candles.
- And I will get pencil and paper — said
Dolores –
- What do we use as a pointer? — Asked
Anna – Should we use a cup?
- No, I have something much better, which is
just for the occasion. — Jennifer said — and
she went home, to look for that rare "thing"
in the basement, the "souvenir" that Peter
brought from the time he was in the Gulf
War.
- This will be rather a long night — thought
Josh –
- I have some candles to make it more
exciting, — says Susan –
- What a mess I got myself into? — Josh
thought – making a frown.
- Come on, cheer up, Josh —Ann assured
him, realizing his discomfort. — It doesn’t
hurt, it's only a game. Nobody will get hurt
...
- I hope so —said Josh— I hope so...

* Prediction and Magic (Catechism of the
Catholic Church)

2116 All forms of prediction are to be rejected:
the recourse to Satan or to demons, conjuring
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up the dead or other practices falsely supposed
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to 'unveil' the future (cf. Dt 18, 10, Jr 29, 8).


Consulting horoscopes, astrology, palm
reading, interpretation of omens and lots, the
phenomena of clairvoyance, the use of
'mediums' conceal a desire for power over
time, history and, finally, men, the well as a
wish to conciliate hidden powers. They
contradict the honor and respect, and loving
fear that we have only to God.

2117 All practices of magic or sorcery, by
which seeks to tame occult powers to bring
them to their service and have a supernatural
power over others — even to seek health — are
gravely contrary to the virtue of religion. These
practices are even more reprehensible when
accompanied by an intention to harm another,
with or without the intervention of demons.
Wearing charms is also reprehensible.
Spiritualism often implies prediction or
magical practices. That is why the Church
warns the faithful to be saved from it. The uses
of traditional medicines do not legitimate the
invocation of evil powers or the exploitation of
another's credulity.

——————ooo——————

Peter and Jeff got to the Sheriff's Office, as
the rain began to subside. The streets were
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deserted; the tourists for the weekend (the few
who dared to go into town in that weather) were
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in the clubs and restaurants. No one ventured out
to get wet yet.

Jeff spoke to the officer on duty:

- Jack, what’s new?
- Nothing sir, everything is calm.
- Is the radio working? — Asked Peter –
- Yes, chief — said Jack — a few moments
ago the signal was interrupted, but now it
works.
- Communicate with all positions to report
news.
- Yes, sir: — Lightning, Central here, report
situation –

Through the radio, the officers on duty
began to report that, despite the rain, everything
was quiet, except for the checkpoint number 2,
which had not been reported since the storm
started.

- Chief! Lightning 2 is not responding.
- When was the last time you contacted them?
- About three hours ago.
- Okay, Jeff, let's see how our men are doing.
Jack, keep us informed if you manage to
communicate with them.
- Yes, sir ...
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Peter and Jeff left again in the police vehicle,
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a rustic van with four-wheel drive with high and


wide tires, great to navigate any terrain, they had
no problem crossing the small streams that had
formed by this strange storm that had not lasted
long.

The checkpoint Lightning 2 was 25 minutes
from town, at the southern end of the lake, a
place chosen by young people to dance, drink,
and have fun outdoors. Most of the time they
installed a platform there, for weekend events
where they had rock bands or other kinds of
music. Also at night, it was a favorite place for
young people to escape with their partners to
make love. The more adventurous swam in the
lake at night, when the weather was favorable.
Police were always hanging around the area to
prevent scandals or intoxicated persons involved
in a fight. Otherwise, a night like this, the
situation must be calm. It was difficult for some
madman would think of going that far and the
danger that the vehicle was damaged in the
middle of the road to wait for someone to get
help, or to be located by the police car rounding
in the area.

Who is on duty in Lightning 2? — Peter
asked to Jeff –
- Franklin and Michael — Jeff said – it'd odd
that they haven't called.
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- That's what worries me — said Peter —
neither the patrol radio nor laptops or their
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cell phones work. I hope everything is fine.


- I insist, Peter, I think it is only the storm
interfering.
- Well, let's see how they are doing.

They continued to drive along the road
parallel to the lake, and began to penetrate the
pine-covered road in the middle of the night.
The storm subsided and bound away to the city,
the track was still wet, but the sky was clearing,
revealing the light of the moon that looked great
with a sky full of stars.
——————ooo——————

- Well, — said Will — we already have
everything ready: paper, pencils, and
candles, let's organize everything.

Dolores and Ann began the distribution of
candles while Josh and Charles arranged the
chairs. Susan and Mary went to the playroom
and found that the children were sleeping, Mary
saw her little Thomas who was fast asleep with
her pacifier in his mouth. There, so carefully and
quietly to not wake them up, they returned to the
living room.

Jennifer came down to the basement to find
the amulet and realized that the face of the beast
now looked wild, his fierce gesture more terrible
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than before. She felt a little afraid to pick it up,
but then she smiled, thinking that her thought
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was silly; that was the perfect object for the


game they were about to start. She never thought
how this action would change her life and the
others’ forever.

She went back to the neighbor’s house and
was surprised to see the lights off and the
candles arranged around the table, illuminating
the faces of her friends who were now drinking
coffee and talking, waiting for her to join and
start the game, creating a magical and ghostly
atmosphere.

- Ah ... Finally, there you are, Jenny. What
did you bring us? – Asked her Will –
- I brought a piece that will serve as a pointer.
— Said Jennifer — putting the amulet on the
table.
- How interesting! — Charles said —
watching and carefully lifting it up— It
seems like an animal, like a cat with horns
or something.
- Does it have magical powers? — Mary
interjected — Everyone laughed
- Hey, Eminence! What do you think of it, —
Will asked to Josh—
- I've never seen anything like it! — Said Josh
– It's a strange carving. Where did you get
it? – he asked Jennifer –
- It's a souvenir that brought Peter from Iraq
— said Jennifer –
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- Good enough, let's get started — said Susan.
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Will grabbed the makeshift "pointer" and placed
it on the table.
- Now everyone put their finger on the pointer
— said Will — doing the same.

Jennifer, Anna, Susan, Charles, Dolores, Mary,
and finally Josh joined Will.
- Now everyone let your mind go blank, try
not to think about anything — continued
Will — breathe deeply, let's calm down and
forget what is around us, do not think
anything, close your eyes and let yourself be
seduced by my voice, please.

Everyone got silent, trying to concentrate.
The candlelight lit up the room when suddenly
they heard two very loud knocks on the floor.
All eyes were opened. Anna saw Jennifer get
frightened, while Charles and Dolores raised
their hands off from the pointer instinctively.
Josh watched them without saying anything.
Once again they heard the two beats, then Susan
started laughing and they realized that it was
she, who with her feet was knocking the floor to
scare them. She couldn't contain her laughter.
- Oh, Mama! You don’t change. — Ann told
Susan –
- Sorry, — said Susan — I could not help it;
you should´ve seen Josh’s face.
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The priest blushed with shame.
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- Well, well, no more laughter, let’s start for
real. Will said; remember that you must not
lift your fingers until game is over, right? It
is very important.

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CHAPTER II

Have you seen how the sky is clearing, the
storm was very fast, don’t you think, Peter?
How strange this is — commented Jeff –

- Yes, indeed, the moon is very bright. We
should be getting to where the men are—
said Peter –

They continued along the road and the lake
could not been seen anymore because the trees
covered the road doing it a little more narrow.
Abruptly from the bushes, a deer came running
swiftly crossing the road. The reflection of the
lights from the patrol make her eyes bright red
for a second; hardly the vehicle slammed on the
brakes and it was stopped. The animal continued
his race at full speed and crashed headfirst into a
tree.

- Damn! Did you see that Jeff? — exclaimed
Peter – it seemed he wanted to rush against
us. What the hell happened to that deer?

They got out of the car and headed to the
place where the animal was.

Although the moon was now clear, it was
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impossible to distinguish very well the
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conditions of the deer. They walked toward it


which was about fifty feet and Jeff lit the
lantern.
- God! — Exclaimed Peter –

One of the animal's antlers had broken when
it hit the tree; the other was run through the
cortex. His legs shook in a spasm. The head, the
side that lacked part of the antlers, was bleeding,
glowing with the reflection of moonlight and
part of the brain was emerging. Blood gushed
from his nose and foam: uncontrollable shaking
dominated his body, making a horrible roar of
pain. His suffering was terrible.

- We can´t help him, Peter. — Jeff said –
- You are right Jeff, there is nothing to do.
- Do you want me to...? – asked Jeff, pointing
to his gun –
- No thanks Jeff, I'll do it.

Peter drew his pistol from the holster and
approached the deer which kept bleeding with
his eyes wide open and the brain mass hanging
over the side of the head. The roar grew louder,
now was not the same feeling of suffering – they
could feel it — it could be feel his anger, his
rage. The animal was trying desperately to get
rid of the tree.

The Sheriff pointed the gun to the head of the
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animal.
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- Sorry, buddy, this is so you won't suffer
anymore.
The bellow was mixed with the shot that
echoed through the night. The bullet pierced the
deer's head sideways smashing what was left of
his brain. But the animal did not fall. Still
struggling to escape, his eyes were now more
open and bloodshot, his look gave off hatred.

Both were surprised:

- How could he not fall? — Peter thought —
did I miss?

He threw light on the spot where the animal
was shot. The bloody hole in and out gave the
answer.

He aimed the gun again at the head of the
animal, to give the coup de grace, when
suddenly a huge shadow flew over, just for a
moment, but everything went dark for a couple
of seconds.
- What was that Peter? Did you see anything?
— Jeff asked.
- I could not see anything. What could have
been that? — Peter replied —

The deer was frantically trying to escape,
and once again, pointing now to the base of the
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head, Peter fired.
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The animal stood still for a moment after
receiving the second shot, but started moving
again, still desperately trying to break free. Peter
and Jeff stepped back surprised. They did not
understand what was happening; all at once the
deer managed to escape, leaving his horn stuck
in the tree, then he turned to where both men
were, giving them a blank stare, all covered in
blood, took two steps and fell thunderstruck.

They looked confused and surprised at the
same time. There was the animal lying on the
ground. Both men were stunned.
- Do you hear that? — Asked Peter—
- No, I don't hear anything — said Jeff –
- That’s what I mean, there is no noise, and
everything is quiet.

It was true. Not only was everything quiet,
the strange thing was they did not hear anything,
nor the sound of crickets, or the movement of
the leaves of the trees to be shaken by the wind,
nothing. There was no noise at all. It was as if
everything had been paralyzed. As in a picture,
everything was still and did not hear a single
soul.

Both of them were puzzled, surprised by this
situation, when their radios sounded and startled
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them.
- Chief Donovan, Chief Donovan, Central
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here.


- Go ahead, Central, use the codes — said
Peter –
- Sorry Tornado – it was Jack’s voice —. We
still have no contact with Lightning 2. The
other Lightning has not reported in.
- OK, Central — said Peter — keep trying to
communicate with them; we're getting to the
area.
- Understood, Tornado, over and out.

The police returned to their vehicle in
silence, meditating on the moment they had just
experienced. The moon was down to half the sky
and looked red.
- Do you think something bad happened to the
guys? — asked Jeff —. It is strange they
have been cut off.
- We will see what has happened, we are only
a few miles from them .— Peter answered.

They continued to drive for a few minutes down
the road, in the middle of pine trees and came to
a straight path where it could be seen the lake
again.
- What an awful smell! — Said Peter –
- Yes, it's like a skunk or something — Jeff
seconded –
- What the hell?! — Exclaimed Peter –
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In the distance we could see some bumps on
the road at both sides of the highway. They
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moved closer with the vehicle and finally, they


could see what it was. Several dead deer lying
on the pavement, with their eyes and snout wide
open and expressing terror, not less than thirty
were arranged along the path that way.

They got out of the vehicle and turned on the
brights, with shotguns in one hand and covering
their noses and mouths with the other.
Approaching the body of the first animal, the
stench of rotting flesh made them gag. Flies
buzzed around the body, producing an infernal
buzzing, the animal's belly was open and
everything inside was strewn on the ground; it
seemed to have exploded. All the bodies were
infested by maggots and worms.

There were no signs of struggle, no trace of
any other animal. Also found no traces of
vehicles or anything that indicated that the
animals had been killed elsewhere and taken
there; the bodies had been rotting for at least
twenty four hours.

Jeff, trying not to vomit, touched one of the
animals.
- Peter, it’s still warm.
- What? — Peter asked — What do you
mean?
- This carcass is still warm.
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- That's not possible, — said Peter — also
touching it —. Shit, you're right, it's warm,
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let's see the others.


They approached the other carcasses and
verified that all of them retained their body heat
as if they were alive.
- This can't be possible! — Peter exclaimed
—. For the level of decomposition they
should be dead for at least few hours; plus
the storm, the rain should have cooled them
and because of this, the organs should be
scattered, blood....
- But, what about if they were struck by
lightning? — Jeff interrupted —

Peter looked at him and said:
- I do not think so; there is no trace of burns,
or in their bodies, or in the vegetation, not
even on the asphalt. Let's look for the boys.

It was impossible to continue in their
vehicle; the bodies were blocking the road, so
they had to continue on foot. The headlights of
the truck's shining from behind as they went by
road through the bodies of animals, both
policemen cast their shadows over the trees and
made them look like two giants, but as they
came to the other side, their shadows became
shorter.

At that time, they heard a shot, then another
and another; they felt the unmistakable sound of
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bullets flying over their heads.
- On the ground, somebody is shooting at us!
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— Shouted Peter –


They threw themselves to the ground, while
the shooting continued, but no longer in the
direction where the policemen were.
- Do you see anything? — Asked Peter –
- No, nothing — said, Jeff –

Once again they heard the shots now follow by
cries of despair.
- NO! DAMN IT! NO! HELP, HELP ME!
- That's Franklin’s voice! — Said Jeff –
- Let’s go help him, — Peter ordered –

Shots continued and finally they saw
Franklin running from behind the bushes, firing
toward the trees.

- Franklin, Franklin! What’s the matter? Who
are you shooting at? — Asked Peter –

The policeman was pale, trembling from
fright, wide—eyed, and though he had run out of
bullets, he tried in vain to keep shooting.

Peter and Jeff raised their rifles pointing toward
the trees and came to Franklin.
- What is in there? What it was attacking you?
Where is Michael? — Asked Jeff –
- Here they come, here they come! — Said
Franklin sweating and trembling —. There
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they are!
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First they heard squealing like pigs, and then
this sound was multiplied becoming people
screaming and wailing. Then clear voices of
men and women, pleading for help and mocking.
It was the sound of a crowd of people. The
screams were heartbreaking, hair-raising and
was it coming from there, from the place where
moments ago, the police had been firing.

The bushes began to move and then, out of
nowhere, a herd of animals came, black, hairy,
huge, full—bodied wild boar, tusks, and human
faces with eyes of fire that caught them by
surprise, jumping on them, snarling and
laughing.

Peter and Jeff shot their guns without
success. The beasts threw them to the ground
while the policemen tried to protect themselves
by covering their heads with their arms. The
animals began to bite them everywhere; the cries
of pain were heard echoing through the forest
while the beasts laughed and snarled. Finally the
creatures ran to the lake and disappeared into the
water.

Jeff and Peter got up from the ground
shocked by what had happened, their heads were
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exploding with pain and they felt dizzy. Franklin
was still on the ground, vomiting. Gradually
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they came to their senses and started running


towards the vehicle which was far away with the
lights on.

They came to the place where the deer were
dead. The three policemen were out of breath,
they were still shocked by what had happened.

- What was that? Shit. What the fuck was
that? — asked Jeff – breathless
- They were chasing us! They wanted to kill
us! — said Franklin –

Regaining his breath and sitting up, Peter
looked at his men and began to touch his body,
realizing that he had no type of injury; only his
clothes were dirty, filthy, having rolled in the
vegetation. He was covered with mud, animal
hoof prints were all over his clothes, same like
Jeff and Franklin, but they were not injured.
- Let's calm down — said Peter –
- What was it happened? — asked Jeff —.
What the hell was that?
- Franklin was still in shock and uttered no
words.
- Franklin, what happened? — Peter asked –

The policeman did not answer and kept
looking back in terror. Peter grabbed him by the
shoulders shaking vigorously.
- Franklin, what happened back there?
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Franklin looked at Peter, then to Jeff and started
to babble.
- We ... We, Michael and I were going to the
lake, checking if anyone was swimming and
to warn them of the storm.

Peter realized that they had forgotten Michael.
- Where's Michael? Where did you leave
him? — Asked Jeff –
- I do not know, — said Franklin — we were
running together and we got separated when
getting on the road. I do not know where he
is.
- We have to look for him. — Peter said —
We have to find him.
- NO! — cried Franklin — I don't want to go
back there!
- Chief, he’s right; we cannot do anything, at
least not alone. To go back there would be a
suicide mission. – said Jeff –

Peter remained silent in thought.
- You are right, Jeff, call reinforcements.
Wake up all the staff that is sleeping, leave
only two positions covering the town and
the entrance; send the rest here immediately.
— ordered Peter–
- Yes, chief. — Jeff said — and he contacted
the station. The stench and insects flutter
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*** All names of characters and
places are fictitious; any
resemblance to reality is purely
coincidental.

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INDEX
DEDICATION 5

THANKS AND APPRECIATION 6

AUTHOR’S NOTE 7

PROLOGUE 13

PART ONE THE SHADOW OF DEATH 25
CHAPTER I 26

CHAPTER II 49

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