Excerpt:
Rachel said, “He got away from us. Don’t you remember? He got away from us. You drove us to the rock quarry and I was going to give him a stern talking-to. And yes, I was going to try to scare him a little bit. But he got away from us. He ran away from us. He is probably safe at home now.” Rachel believed what she was saying and Rita could almost remember it.
Hearthville Serial 3
What Happened To Victor:
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2019
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Chapter 3
The past … 2015
Rachel opened the closet where Rita had locked Mark and Jossette.
“Where is Victor?” Jossette screamed. Naked, frantic, and angry she emerged from the closet. “We had decided to wait.” Jossette’s voice quivered. Then Jossette screamed, “You hurt Victor. Angry or not, how could you be so cruel? Aunt, I am so furious at you, but I still love you. Don’t you love me? Can’t you understand how much Victor means to me?” Seeing that her Aunt Rachel had no quick answers to either apologize or assure her that Victor was okay, “Jossette walked to grab up her clothes. In tears, she began to dress. “Such a nightmare.”
Mark repeated Jossette’s question. “Where is Victor?”
Rachel thought of the lie she was going to tell. “He got away from Rita and me. But I doubt either of you will ever enjoy him as a lover again. He will think twice before he attempts any future dalliance with either of you.”
Mark screamed at his mom. “How thick in the head are you, you crazy woman? Victor and I never had sex. I am not gay and neither is he. Victor loves Jossette.”
“And I love Victor. He is the love of my life. But we had decided to wait.”
In a rather strange uppity voice Rachel said, “Well. He ran. That is what he did. He ran. He got away from Rita and me. But he got a good spanking. Yes. He. Did. A good spanking. That is all that happened here tonight.”
“Where is Rita?”
Rachel said, “I don’t know.”
A strange wind blew through the room. An owl hooted and a dog howled. Alone Rita crumbled down on the bottom step of he stairs up to the attic room. She cried, “What have I done? Why did I do it? Rachel said it was my witchery but I am not a witch. Still, I felt it too. There was witchery. There was something that compelled our insanity.” Rita screamed, “Who are you that should want Victor dead? Who are you? What kind of witch are you that should compel such insanity?”
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Rita ran up the stairs and into the attic room. “Rachel, we have to save Victor. We can’t let him die. But I can’t remember where we put him.”
Rachel said, “He got away from us. Don’t you remember? He got away from us. You drove us to the rock quarry and I was going to give him a stern talking-to. And yes, I was going to try to scare him a little bit. But he got away from us. He ran away from us. He is probably safe at home now.” Rachel believed what she was saying and Rita could almost remember it.
There was witchery about. Rita was not wrong.
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Rita cried. “I hear what you are saying. And I think I remember it. It is so weird to remember a lie as though it were real, but you know it is a lie. Don’t you? You know it is not real.”
Rachel stared at Rita. Rita hardly seemed to be the same person who had brought her to the attic to find Victor and Jossette together. Rachel’s mind was foggy. Still, she remembered how she and Rita had put Victor, naked, into the boot of Victor’s car.
Rachel swooned. She moaned. “I don’t understand this. What kind of witch are you Rita that you could do this to me? Have you given me a drug?” Then Rachel looked at Jossette and Mark. It was as if they were frozen. “Have you drugged all of us?”
Rita screamed. “I don’t understand any of this. I am desperately trying to hold on to my thoughts and my memories.”
Rachel said, “You did this. You are doing this. What kind of witch are you?”
Rita screamed, “I am not a witch but I think there is a witch. I don’t know. I think I have been under some kind of spell. I don’t hate Victor. Truly, the real me never wanted Victor dead. I do not want Victor dead.” Rita stared at the frozen Mark and Jossette. “What is wrong with them.” Rita touched Jossette’s face. She touched Mark’s face. “They are frozen. They are cold as ice. Oh, God, please don’t let them be dead.”
Rachel touched Mark and Jossette. “What is happening?”
Rita fell to her knees. She banged her head to the floor. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I just know that I do not want Victor to die. I do not want anyone to die.”
Rachel said, “We must all go to bed. We must crawl into our beds and when we wake in the morning this will not have happened. This is just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.”
Rachel walked to leave the attic room. Jossette followed with her arms and hands suddenly out in front of her. She looked as though she were sleep walking. Mark lifted his arms in front of him and followed in similar fashion.
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But Rita fought the urge. She banged her head against the floor. Then she jumped from the floor and she ran to Rachel who was at the bottom of the steps and appeared confused. Jossette and Mark exited the West Wing of the Ramsey Mansion to go to the main house and to get into bed.
At the foot of the stairs Rachel had begun to spin around. Rita grabbed her and pulled her to her knees so they both knelt. Rita whispered to Rachel, “We must fight the witch. There is a witch about. We must fight them as we should have fought them before we hurt Victor. We must save Victor.
Rachel whispered back to Rita. “But who is the witch that should have wanted this day. Are you sure that you aren’t the witch?”
“There is a witch but I do not know who. I swear, I am not the witch.”
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