Beyond the Red Door
The Demon Series Part 2
Excerpt
Fairfield,
California, 2012
Taylor stood before the
old house.
Jesse grinned. “So,
what do you think?”
She took a step closer.
Crossing her arms, she looked up at the building. “What did you call this place
again?”
“The Starke house.”
“And you say some serial
killer lived here over fifty years ago?”
“Yep.”
“And he buried twelve
boys in his basement?”
“You can check for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
She studied him, her
blonde hair falling down into her eyes. “I just might do that, Mr. Miller.”
“You’re telling me
there’s more to this story?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well?”
Lowering his voice, he
leaned in. “It’s been said, Starke killed a teen in this house, in 1962.”
“Didn’t you say he was
executed, in 1956?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let me guess. His
ghost rose up from Hell and slayed him.”
He shrugged. “To be
honest, I think it was the demon.”
Taylor’s brow furrowed.
“I read Starke made a
deal to raise his little brother from the dead—if he sacrificed thirteen boys to
a demon.”
“Wait,
if there was some sort of pact with a demon to raise Starke’s little brother,
then when this teen—”
“Max
Jensen.”
She
paused. “If Max Jensen was killed by
this demon, as you say, wouldn’t that have completed the pact?”
“Now that you mention it, there were stories of a five-year-old
kid found wandering the streets, that same night. The kid was the spitting
image of Starke’s little brother.”
Again,
her brow furrowed. “But why Max? Surely, people have gone into the cellar
before that day.”
“A
bag, a knife, and a chip of wood were found just inside the door. The knife had
blood on it. They think he was trying to take a piece of the door and cut
himself.”
“And
he bled on the ground.” She nodded. “You’re not saying you actually believe any
of this.”
The
corner of Jesse’s mouth curled. “You want to know what happened to the little
kid, don’t you.”
“I
never said…” She pursed her lips. “Okay, what happened to him?”
“He
was adopted by the people who found him. Wasn’t long after that they moved.
From time to time, for years after, a reporter would track him down and dredge
the whole Starke thing up, to make a fast buck. But, after some time, he
dropped off the map.”
“So,
as far as you can tell, he’s just some regular Joe.” She hesitated. “What I
don’t get is why Max was down there in the first place? What was he doing trying
to take a piece of the door?”
“My best guess? Someone
bullied him into it.”
“You’re serious.”
“What can I say? Things
never change, it seems.” He sighed. “But, like I said, check it out for
yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
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