Night Walker

Ok here is something you haven't seen in while. Yeah, sorry for the wait. The grammer still sucks, so sorry but here is the new chapter. Since its going to be fall I will have time to write. New stuff should come soon. Thanks for being patient. Oh thanks for the email kat ^.^

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Old lady Norton, a small woman, about seventy, put the cups of tea on the tray. She hurried out of her small kitchen of her apartment to her waiting guest in the living room. The elderly woman was rather displeased with the state of her apartment. If she had known such an important person would be stopping by, she would have cleaned a bit. In any case, she hoped her guest didn’t notice the yarn all over the couch.
“I’m sorry that the place looks like this,” she chirped setting the tray down on the ancient coffee table.
“That is alright madam,” replied Dr. Cradle, taking the cup of tea. “So you are Ms. Fields neighbor?”
“Yes. Very sweet girl, a bit of a firecracker though” the old lady replied happily.
“Yes, she is…” the doctor replied coolly. “Ms. Norton I was wondering if you mind answering some questions about Ms. Fields?” he asked sweetly, wanting the elderly woman to feel comfortable.
“I suppose. There isn’t anything wrong with Kana is there?” she asked concerned.
“Oh no. Well she did have some trouble as a child. I just want to make sure she is doing okay”
“Oh, okay…”
“Tell Ms. Norton…does Kana act nervous or paranoid?”
“Well this is a nasty city at times…but I don’t think that Kana is paranoid”
“I see…” the doctor remarked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Has she done anything out of the originally lately?”
“Well…” The doctor’s attention was quickly drawn, “For last few mouths to a year…I think. I can’t really keep time anymore. She has been yelling at someone in her apartment…but I am pretty sure no was in there…”
“She’s been talking to someone that isn’t there?” the doctor asked bluntly.
“Oh! Don’t get me wrong…I don’t think that Kana is crazy or anything!”
“Of course not. Ms. Fields is not crazy. However, Ms. Norton, I am obligated to tell you that Kana has a condition. You see, as a child is was a loner with no friends and a bit too paranoid for a child. We have thought she has grown out of it, but in light of your information, I am a bit concerned. Ms. Norton, perhaps you can help…”
“Of course…”
“Well could you keep an eye on Kana. You know watch for anymore strange behavior?”
“I suppose”
“Wonderful. Could you please contact me if anything happens” Dr. Cradle then took a card from his pocket. “You can reach on this number. Please alert if anything happens. For Kana’s sake”
“Of course, doctor”
“Well I must be going. Thank you for the tea and your help, Ms. Norton”
“Yes, thank you for stopping by. Um…doctor?”
“Yes”
“Will Kana be okay?”
“Of course, if she is reverting back to her condition, I can help her before it worsens. Good-bye” the doctor said before abruptly leaving the apartment.

“Poor girl. Why such a thing should happen when she is about to get married. Poor girl” Ms. Norton said aloud, cleaning the up the table.

Dr. Crandle walked swiftly to his car parked out front of the worn building. He was strangely cheerful after the meeting with the elderly woman. He had some evidence to help him along. Kana Fields had slipped through his fingers once, but that wasn’t going to happen again. He just needed to disprove her.
“She isn’t cured yet. No Kana you still need help,” he thought to himself, driving off into the rain. After all, he had been her personal doctor during her condition. Claiming she could see ghosts and talk with them, absurd. He was just concerned…or what he wanted everyone to believe.
The brat had been clever to admit she couldn’t see the beings around her anymore just to escape from him. He knew she still could see ghosts…she just ignored them…and she was cured…away from him.
“Not this time. I will get you Kana. I will find your dark secrets”



Len

I glided through the streets till I came to my destination, very old town house. The house itself had been there since the seventeen hundreds, surviving all of these years. I guess you could call it an historical home; it looked the part.
The building stood high with three stories, red brick had worn away to a dull reddish hue, the shutters had been refinished and the windows clean. Being an old home it was on some tour for tourists to gawk at. Not a pleasant occurrence for the owner of the home.
I entered the house.

The place is well cleaned with ancient furniture. Red ropes separated sections of the house so people could walk through. The sad barriers have no effect on me as a passed through into the study. I sat down in one of the formal tall chairs and waited. It wouldn’t take long for Samuel to get winded of my presence.
Without warning the image of middle-aged man, with brown hair tied back in a low ponytail, and dress in those colonel clothes appeared before me. His face looked tired with small wrinkles on his bear forehead and around his mouth. Cool green eyes stared in amusement.
“Well if it isn’t Mr. Venile. Welcome again” he greeted smiling wickedly.

Samuel Wiggins, is an old ghost, about as old as the house. His looks may have not changed with the times, but his mind had adapted. For most ghosts, they usually deny the world has moved on without them and so remain in time in which they died. Not Samuel. He had watched the world change, but went along with it. He’d come to understand the world around him and be content. Although, that is saying in one aspect, if you’re a ghost then…well you can’t be all content. In any case, Samuel knew what its means to be a ghost and all that we can do.
I kind of met Samuel accidentally. Being a new ghost at first, I had a hard time accepting I was dead. In drifting through the city I landed in this house and met Samuel. Lucky for me he’d enjoyed company and decided to give me pointers in being a new ghost. That how I know so much about gaining power to make things happen and making a physical body.
Past aside, I began the topic at hand. “Hey, I have some questions” I stated plainly.
“You do? Well I have to say I am a bit disappointed” he replied; taking a seat in a nearby chair, “Here I though you came to visit me out of kindness” he pouted.
“Sorry but I have some important things to take care of”
He gave me a long look, trying to figure out my intentions was worth his time. Clearly death hadn’t stopped the businessman he was.
“Go on”
“I want to know how to kill a living person?” I quickly spat out.
His eyebrows rose, “Really…you know, Len, its impossible for a ghost to kill the living…” he stated dully.
“There must be a way!” I exclaimed, ashamed I sounded so panicked.
A crafty smile formed on Samuel’s face, “Are you so desperate for revenge? It is a sin you know”
“After what I’ve done during life, hell is expected. Now yes or no, is there a way?” I asked again.
“Well…it’s a yes and no answer…” he replied.
“Explain…”
“Well…it is true that a ghost can’t kill the living…however, it is possible for a ghost to walk among the living for a short amount of time to kill…” he smiled.
“What do I have to do?”
“Not so fast, Len. There are strict rules for this process. It is nearly impossible to do”
“Just tell me. I’ll worry about the details later”
“Very well…first your body must be perfectly preserved…”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that your body must be free of lethal wounds and intact. No rotting. Rather impossible for most. Second, you need an immense amount of life force to animate the body. In short, you will use the life-force to process your body”
“I see”
“Hopeless situation isn’t it? The effect lasts as long as the life-force holds”
“It isn’t hopeless!” I exclaimed in excitement.
“Aw…yes…you are fortunate, aren’t you. Your body is intact…frozen correct?”
“Yeah…it is” I replied bitterly. The memories of my death weren’t nice, but I remembered it well. I quickly shook off the memories.
“How much life-force do I need?”
“Not enough from your pretty little girl to give you without work” he jeered.
“What does that mean?”
“It means for you to acquire such energy…your host has to give off immense amounts of energy. Like when your blood is rushing out of excitement. Its hard to explain”
“Damn”
“I’m sure a cleaver boy like yourself will come up with something. Oh the full moon works best for this ritual,” he added happily.
“I’m scared to know how you know about this,” I asked.
“Well my dear, Len, they didn’t call me The Philly Devil for nothing. My sins did me in, as the same as you want to do on your enemy” he replied, smiling.
“Yeah I know. I got to go”
“I understand. Good luck on your quest. Let me know how it turns out”


I gladly took my leave of the Wiggins’s residence. I was grateful for the help Samuel gave me, but the man creped me out to no end. Not to mention it would take a lot of work to make this thing work.

A Piece of History

Samuel Wiggins (The Philly Devil)

Mr. Samuel Wiggins was a successful businessman of a parts store. However, Mr. Wiggins also happen to be an American Dr. Jackal and Mr. Hyde, Businessman by day, serial killer by night. The gruesome murders of young women in the Philadelphia area gave the murderer the nickname of the Philly Devil. The bodies of the young women were found nude, mutilated, and satanic symbols carven into the flesh. It is believed that Mr. Wiggins’s wife, Elaine Wiggins, found out about her husband’s double life and threatened to expose him. It is also believed that Mr. Wiggins killed his wife by strangulation and left her the basement. On the night of April 12th, 1798, loud crashing sounds were heard in the Wiggins part shop. Witnesses describe the shop looking like someone had ransacked the shop. Items, even extremely heavy items, were tossed over the floor like children’s play things. In further in investigation, in the back of the shop the body of a young woman was found, mutilated in the same fashion as the previous victims. When townsfolk went to the Wiggins household to question the family, they found Mr. Wiggins already dead with a knife sticking out from his chest. The five- year old son of the Wiggins was found in his bedroom in a coma, which lasted two days. Mrs. Wiggins was found in the basement with bloodied hands. It is a strange occurrence because Mrs. Wiggins was believed to have been killed earlier that day before her husband was killed. Some believe that Mr. Wiggins’s dead wife came back from the dead and took her revenge on her husband. The murder of Mr. Wiggins has never been solved. The true facts about the case are yet to be discovered.


Kana

I suppose I was having a dreamless sleep, nothing but black. I don’t mind. It is better than having to see my professor in a wedding dress taking my place. No, I enjoyed the blackness, although, an annoying sound is disrupting me.
My eyes fluttered open. It took me a few seconds to register that I was alone (sadly) on the couch and the annoying sound was my door.
“Coming!” I shouted, mustering up the energy to stand. I wobbled a bit before regaining my balance. Whenever Len fed from me I would always feel dizzy, a rather annoying side effect.
In any case, I stumbled to my door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Its me, Jessie” came a female voice I knew too well. I opened the door to be greeted by a girl my age with short red hair barely reaching her neck, blue eyes, and fair complexion with some freckles, 5’11, and a small nose ring. This is Jessie my closest friend since I moved to Philly and began college. We both were taking the same major, journalism.
“Hey” she began “What the hell happen to you? You have missed three classes” he asked annoyed.
I glanced at the clock and sure enough it was already around two.
“Sorry I didn’t feel like going today” I replied moving aside to let her in. She walked in and made herself comfy on the couch. I soon followed suit.
“Are you sick?” she asked concerned
“No…just tried”
“Oh…don’t blame you. Rainy days always make me want to sleep all day”
“Yeah”
“Well! I have to say I got the teacher now!” Jess exclaimed suddenly.
“Who?”
“Brown, that’s who, the slut that teaches us history! You know that turn paper we turned in last week?”
I nodded
“ Well we got it back today. “D” I put my soul in that sucker and she gives me a “D” Maybe cause about that comment a few weeks ago. Now before you say anything let tell you the second half. You know John? That jackass…” she muttered, “Well he wrote two paragraphs…two! On a turn paper! And he got a “B” You know why? I tell you…because he fucked the teacher!”
My eyes went wide.
“You know I could give two shits if Brown wants to screw her students, but when my fucking grades are on the line that the limit! Just because I am not a male with a tight ass and not willing to fuck my teacher is no excuse for this shit. Am I right?”
I nodded
“Well Brown isn’t going get away with this! From my resources I have discovered that slut got laid on her desk the other night. That is offence worthy of the pink slip. Teach the bitch not to mess with Jessie Rogers. Nope, I am not being screwed out of my dream job for some bad grades that are unjustified!” she proclaimed, “All I’m waiting for is the name of the guy that got lucky”

I remained silent. I knew who that guy was; I saw it with my own eyes. I clenched my fists. I could feel tears well up in my eyes making them sting.
Grades! A damn letter is what you betrayed me for Chris! I screamed in my head. You bang someone behind my back for a fucking grade!

“Kana, what’s wrong?” I heard Jessie asked, her blue eyes full of confusion and concern.
“Nothing” I choked out.
“Don’t give me that. Tell me the truth”
The familiar pain and anger filled my body again. Learning the reason behind Chris’s actions only made the betrayal all the more worse. Breaking my heart for as something as trivial as a history grade. I could feel my blood boil, ready to explode. I couldn’t keep in.
“Kana?”
“Chris!” I screamed “ He screwed that slut the other night” the tears just pouring out. “That bastard!” I choked. “He betrayed me for some pile of shit!” I wailed burying my head into Jessie’s chest.
“Oh sweetheart” she cooed “Its all right…. Kana…that son of a bitch will pay. Its okay…I’ll beat the shit out of him”
“No”
“Huh?”
I managed to lift my head. “I don’t want you getting involved” I replied.
“But?”
“It’s my problem and I will handle it”
“You aren’t going to take him back are you?” she asked. I knew I was still undecided but leaning to dumb his ass now, but still unsure. I knew if I told Jessie that she’d explode. The best solution to the problem at the moment was to lie.
“No. But I want to chew him out” I replied shakily.
Jess seemed doubtful about my answer but accepted it. She returned to holding me and giving comfort. It helped for the most part, but I do feel guilty for lying about my indecision.

Ms. Norton had heard the raised voices across the hall. Concern had gotten the better of her judgment and she found herself in front of Kana’s door with a glass pressed against the wood.
The old woman’s ability to hear had not decayed through the years. With the aid of a drinking glass and the raised voices from the apartment, she could hear everything being said.
In truth Ms. Norton felt guilty for listening in on Kana’s conversation. The old woman wasn’t a busy body by any stretch of the imagination. However, concern for the young girl had willed her to do this. Against her better nature the old woman followed the doctors request and watched over the young woman’s behavior.
The information the woman heard made her heart ache. She couldn’t believe that a nice man like Chris had cheated on Kana. The old woman’s motherly instinct wanted her to rush through the door and comfort the young woman, but suppressed it. She knew that the information she had discovered would indeed impact the young girl, and according to what the doctor said, it would mean trouble for the fragile psyche of Kana.
With a heavy heart, the elderly woman returned to her apartment, intending to write the information down and present it to the nice doctor.