Nights
With Elmer 3: The Last Heir
There was a boy, a more than unique person. Kevin, who lived with his parents in Denver did possess unreal abilities IN REALITY. His psyche was amazing and the way he influenced his audiences while speaking, at times seemed to captivate them, rather hypnotize. Kevin's talent was well-adulated by the people around him. However, there was a thing about him which led his parents into a pit of suspicion. Their son locked himself up post sunset everyday, without answering any knocks at his door, neither revealing the reason behind him doing so. Locked up in a room with dim lights, Kevin would compose lines that zapped out from the 'nowhere' in his mind. He couldn't ever figure out what made him compose such lines...lines, that would describe his coming future and he would stay prepared for it. Kevin was happy, “I don't understand what happens every night, but indeed, it is a gift.”
One night, he wrote something that threw a trail at him. A trail that was going to procure him with a task.
'A life of gift you have lived,
it's time to repay.
A man on the coming day
shall lead you to your destiny's sway.
Let negligence go off your window,
right there, towards the calm widow.'
The Dwell Of The Collins
Kevin's heart paced and his chair made a loud noise as he turned around and stared at the window. A bright and calm face of a lady was visible. She smiled at him as her hair gracefully floated in the soft yet chilled air.
Next morning, Kevin's mother was talking to Simon Roberts, Kevin's uncle. “Please brother, I am worried about his life and career. He doesn't even utter a word about his nocturnal activity. You are our last hope, please interact with him and try to find out what my son is involved into.”
Simon and Kevin were sitting in a restaurant. Looking at his uncle, Kevin recalled the lines he penned the previous night. He thus decided to open his secret to uncle Simon. After listening carefully, Roberts ended up in a gadzook. “Look, Kevin. The more you will blanket your darker secrets, the darkness will haunt you more. It is always better to stay in the light of the good. Back there in Edinburgh, I faced such a problem when the students in my school started dying in series..... Elmer is the man. Visit him and speak out your puzzle, he shall cure.”
The air at the Elmer's was dry and desolate. Suddenly, the door disembarked from its frame as Elmer saw a teenager holding bags, standing right before him, breathing heavily. “This room stinks!” Kevin threw a remark. “Your life stinks more, boy. That's why you are here. Now tell me.”
“I don't know...I can't talk to you here. Smells like thousands of terminated turtles were cut open right here!” The boy was about to faint.
They were sitting on a bench at the Railway Station. “While leaving your office, I saw a picture-frame of two children. Who are they?”
“The guy was Cedzie....Cedric. And she was Caddie a.k.a. Clara. The two kids were somehow..related to me”. Elmer gave a praising gaze to Kevin for his good observation. “And now, would you prefer telling me your reason for coming here?”
“I am embezzled, Elmer. Besides possessing a good talent, I also have a dark secret in stock. Elmer heard his tale and after knowing about the poems, breathed out. “The Dwell Of The Collins, huh....So, have you extracted any information on it, as your homework?” Elmer asked.
“Yes, I know almost everything. It might sound scurrilous to you, but I am the last heir of the Collins”, beamed Kevin. He received a puzzled look from the exorcist. “Believe me, I have seen the souls of Molly and Henry Collins. Molly died a widow because Henry got killed. Their questioning and wandering souls knock my windows every night. They are asking for help.”
Elmer was listening attentively, “Okay, but how can you be so sure about it?”
“Believe me or not. The biography of the Collins was written by a close family friend. I read the entire book, but a page was missing. Caddie's ghost wanted to suck blood out of Cedric and the last heir, as her father's revenge. I have to put an end to her unsatisfied and famish souls which haunts my life. Moreover, I can see and feel the couple's spirits around me every moment. They were my parents in....in my previous birth. According to the knowledge I obtained, I and my old father were killed by the old enemy of Collins, The Preachs, back then. Mother died in grief. And so I have incarnated again to avenge!”
“If you are so sure, then await the darkness. The answers will be clearly visible then”, Elmer winked.
“But there's a thing. While coming, at the airport, I penned these lines,
“The last heir is cursed to restriction,
to enter the dwell only with a purpose,
and a person who never sinned.
Then that innocent will be chopped till the toes
as sacrifice,
after he learns of the heir's identification.”
The Dwell Of The Collins
But you need not worry, Elmer. I have no reason to kill you.” The two had a hearty laugh.
As the daylight dulled, the two proceeded towards the Collins mansion marked on a map which Kevin had. The atmosphere suffocated and succumbed to the terrorizing howls and cries that emerged in the vicinity of the Collins Mansion. The pointed grills on the gate were decorated with pig and dog heads. As the two stepped in, owls hooted of their arrival, probably to someone hidden inside. “YOUR HEAD WILL BE SLAUGHTERED.!!!!!!!!!!!!” Kevin ducked to avoid the sudden charge by an old woman with a disfigured face. Her Grey hair and more-than-wrinkled face spoke of the desire for revenge. “Elmer!! Save me!”
They ran in the house, a house which smelled of blood...more and more blood brought in and stocked. Rather spilled inside. They walked through the hallway and passed through isles between a lot of dead people's wasted bodies...exorcists who attempted purifying 'the hell of the Collins.'
As they took the staircase, Elmer checked the series of pictures on the wall. “See, the lineage of the family. I think, Kevin, half-knowledge can be dangerous.”
“What?”
A crumpled page hit Kevin's face. He read it....'Caddie's fierce ghost killed Cedric. But her lips craved for more blood because she wanted the last heir of the Collins the most......It is believed that when the last heir's sould would enter the mansion finally with a 'sacrifice', Caddie's ghost will forgive him.'
“W..What's this Elmer? The soul of the last heir? Sacrifice? When the heir has reincarnated, what is the need of his soul then?? I think you are in danger, I cannot jeopardize your life”, Kevin trembled as he said this.
“Don't worry about me, Kevin. Let's check the family's descent.”
Kevin went further.... “Hmm...Sylvester Collins, Mike Collins, Henry Collins and the last heir....there is no picture of him, Elmer.” The name-plate below the frame was under dust. He dusted it, there was a slogan.
''A Soul Reincarnates Only When It's Freed Itself From The Previous Birth''- Elmer Henry Collins, The Last Heir.
A callous laughter was heard throughout the mansion after which a silence followed, a permanent one.
Sagher
There was a boy, a more than unique person. Kevin, who lived with his parents in Denver did possess unreal abilities IN REALITY. His psyche was amazing and the way he influenced his audiences while speaking, at times seemed to captivate them, rather hypnotize. Kevin's talent was well-adulated by the people around him. However, there was a thing about him which led his parents into a pit of suspicion. Their son locked himself up post sunset everyday, without answering any knocks at his door, neither revealing the reason behind him doing so. Locked up in a room with dim lights, Kevin would compose lines that zapped out from the 'nowhere' in his mind. He couldn't ever figure out what made him compose such lines...lines, that would describe his coming future and he would stay prepared for it. Kevin was happy, “I don't understand what happens every night, but indeed, it is a gift.”
One night, he wrote something that threw a trail at him. A trail that was going to procure him with a task.
'A life of gift you have lived,
it's time to repay.
A man on the coming day
shall lead you to your destiny's sway.
Let negligence go off your window,
right there, towards the calm widow.'
The Dwell Of The Collins
Kevin's heart paced and his chair made a loud noise as he turned around and stared at the window. A bright and calm face of a lady was visible. She smiled at him as her hair gracefully floated in the soft yet chilled air.
Next morning, Kevin's mother was talking to Simon Roberts, Kevin's uncle. “Please brother, I am worried about his life and career. He doesn't even utter a word about his nocturnal activity. You are our last hope, please interact with him and try to find out what my son is involved into.”
Simon and Kevin were sitting in a restaurant. Looking at his uncle, Kevin recalled the lines he penned the previous night. He thus decided to open his secret to uncle Simon. After listening carefully, Roberts ended up in a gadzook. “Look, Kevin. The more you will blanket your darker secrets, the darkness will haunt you more. It is always better to stay in the light of the good. Back there in Edinburgh, I faced such a problem when the students in my school started dying in series..... Elmer is the man. Visit him and speak out your puzzle, he shall cure.”
The air at the Elmer's was dry and desolate. Suddenly, the door disembarked from its frame as Elmer saw a teenager holding bags, standing right before him, breathing heavily. “This room stinks!” Kevin threw a remark. “Your life stinks more, boy. That's why you are here. Now tell me.”
“I don't know...I can't talk to you here. Smells like thousands of terminated turtles were cut open right here!” The boy was about to faint.
They were sitting on a bench at the Railway Station. “While leaving your office, I saw a picture-frame of two children. Who are they?”
“The guy was Cedzie....Cedric. And she was Caddie a.k.a. Clara. The two kids were somehow..related to me”. Elmer gave a praising gaze to Kevin for his good observation. “And now, would you prefer telling me your reason for coming here?”
“I am embezzled, Elmer. Besides possessing a good talent, I also have a dark secret in stock. Elmer heard his tale and after knowing about the poems, breathed out. “The Dwell Of The Collins, huh....So, have you extracted any information on it, as your homework?” Elmer asked.
“Yes, I know almost everything. It might sound scurrilous to you, but I am the last heir of the Collins”, beamed Kevin. He received a puzzled look from the exorcist. “Believe me, I have seen the souls of Molly and Henry Collins. Molly died a widow because Henry got killed. Their questioning and wandering souls knock my windows every night. They are asking for help.”
Elmer was listening attentively, “Okay, but how can you be so sure about it?”
“Believe me or not. The biography of the Collins was written by a close family friend. I read the entire book, but a page was missing. Caddie's ghost wanted to suck blood out of Cedric and the last heir, as her father's revenge. I have to put an end to her unsatisfied and famish souls which haunts my life. Moreover, I can see and feel the couple's spirits around me every moment. They were my parents in....in my previous birth. According to the knowledge I obtained, I and my old father were killed by the old enemy of Collins, The Preachs, back then. Mother died in grief. And so I have incarnated again to avenge!”
“If you are so sure, then await the darkness. The answers will be clearly visible then”, Elmer winked.
“But there's a thing. While coming, at the airport, I penned these lines,
“The last heir is cursed to restriction,
to enter the dwell only with a purpose,
and a person who never sinned.
Then that innocent will be chopped till the toes
as sacrifice,
after he learns of the heir's identification.”
The Dwell Of The Collins
But you need not worry, Elmer. I have no reason to kill you.” The two had a hearty laugh.
As the daylight dulled, the two proceeded towards the Collins mansion marked on a map which Kevin had. The atmosphere suffocated and succumbed to the terrorizing howls and cries that emerged in the vicinity of the Collins Mansion. The pointed grills on the gate were decorated with pig and dog heads. As the two stepped in, owls hooted of their arrival, probably to someone hidden inside. “YOUR HEAD WILL BE SLAUGHTERED.!!!!!!!!!!!!” Kevin ducked to avoid the sudden charge by an old woman with a disfigured face. Her Grey hair and more-than-wrinkled face spoke of the desire for revenge. “Elmer!! Save me!”
They ran in the house, a house which smelled of blood...more and more blood brought in and stocked. Rather spilled inside. They walked through the hallway and passed through isles between a lot of dead people's wasted bodies...exorcists who attempted purifying 'the hell of the Collins.'
As they took the staircase, Elmer checked the series of pictures on the wall. “See, the lineage of the family. I think, Kevin, half-knowledge can be dangerous.”
“What?”
A crumpled page hit Kevin's face. He read it....'Caddie's fierce ghost killed Cedric. But her lips craved for more blood because she wanted the last heir of the Collins the most......It is believed that when the last heir's sould would enter the mansion finally with a 'sacrifice', Caddie's ghost will forgive him.'
“W..What's this Elmer? The soul of the last heir? Sacrifice? When the heir has reincarnated, what is the need of his soul then?? I think you are in danger, I cannot jeopardize your life”, Kevin trembled as he said this.
“Don't worry about me, Kevin. Let's check the family's descent.”
Kevin went further.... “Hmm...Sylvester Collins, Mike Collins, Henry Collins and the last heir....there is no picture of him, Elmer.” The name-plate below the frame was under dust. He dusted it, there was a slogan.
''A Soul Reincarnates Only When It's Freed Itself From The Previous Birth''- Elmer Henry Collins, The Last Heir.
A callous laughter was heard throughout the mansion after which a silence followed, a permanent one.
Sagher
Terrorized first and then hypnotized.
ReplyDeleteAmazing work. (y)
Thank you! :)
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