Chapter 15

Cyndle snuck out of the house, carrying Christian’s diary. She drove into town and went to the sheriffs’s office. Grant’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Cyndle standing in the doorway to his office.

She walked in and sat in the chair in front of his desk while throwing the diary across the desk at him.

“I want you to tell me your side of the story Grant, or should I call you Christian? I’ve read that horrid diary of yours and had a long talk with you wife’s ghost. Now I want to hear what you have to say before I make any decisions.”

Grant gazed at her for a moment, then began, “I can understand why you would think ill of us for what was done to Camilla. But what we have suffered over the past hundred years has been punishment enough, I promise you. Over the years I have searched high and low for a way to release her spirit. Had I known what that evil Straker and my sister were planning to do, it never would have happened. I loved Camilla, I thought that we could bring her back to live a normal life.”

Christian paused here for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“For some reason her spirit stayed here after the demon fled her body. She has made life unbearable for me ever since that night. Every Harfield that has ever come to that house has died in some sort of “accident”. She is determined to see that the Harfield family is wiped out. Your husband was the last.”

“But,” Christian continued, “now that you are pregnant, she has one more Harfield to destroy. She will kill you to keep that baby from being born.”

Cyndle looked at him for a moment. “I don’t know who or what to believe!”

Christian let out a weary sigh, “Take some time to make your decision. Just remember that we will help you, keep you safe from her, somehow. Call me when you make your decision.”

Instead of going home, Cyndle checked in to the local motel. “Josh,” she cried, “I need your help. I don’t know who to trust! Please, if you can hear me, please, help...”

She lay down on the bed and drifted into a fitful sleep.

She was dreaming...she saw herself asleep on the motel bed, and Josh was sitting on the chair beside her.

“Sweetheart, I only have a short time here, so please listen...Camilla was a good woman before she died, but the demon that occupied her body corrupted her soul. All she can see now is vengeance. Help Christian send her back to the other side, and end the curse she placed on him and the Hobbs’. She will kill you and our baby if you do not help them. I love you so much, and I know you will do the right thing.”

“Oh, Josh, I love you baby, please stay, please help me.” Cyndle cried.

“You are so strong, and I know you can do it. This is the last time you will see me, but I will always be watching you from above.”

Cyndle bolted upright in the bed. Josh was gone.

She thought about what he had said, then picked up the phone and called Christian.

“How do we get her bones?” She asked when he answered the phone.

“I’ll come by and pick you up. Edward just called a few minutes ago, he found her bones hidden under the pentagram in the basement. He’s taking them to the crypt as we speak.”

“Hurry!” Cyndle said as she hung up the phone.

She was pacing outside when Christian pulled up a few minutes later. The road the few miles in silence.

When they arrived at the house, there was no sign of Edward of Marcella at outside the crypt.