Powdered Pebbles ~ The Rise of Mother Nature

Here is a poem intro’ and synopsis to my next novel:                                                              

Powdered Pebbles~The Rise of Mother Nature

Author:  James Thomas

All copyrights retained by James P. Thomas, Jr. @ Writers Guild of America.

POEM INTRODUCTION

“POWDERED PEBBLES”

 Rain drops, rain drops, falling from the skies, drip drops, drip drops, you can hit it and get high, it’s a drug epidemic, that’s very well disguised, it’s powdered pebbles, that’s embedded in your mind, you know, some call it the horse, known as the white horse, and some get on-board and can never let it go, it’s these rain drops-rain drops, you can put it in yo’ pipe, powdered pebbles, powdered pebbles, one hit and you’re alright, open up yo’ eyes, then look to the skies, it’s a white powdery pebble, now delivered from the sky, this came about, from a corrupt and disruptive world, it may sound absurd, but now our clouds in recess, from all the smoke it has absorbed, they too now addicted, to riding that white horse, open up yo’ eyes, now look to the skies, and you’ll see clouds form horses, that’s unbelievable to the eye, powdered pebbles, powdered pebbles, falling from the skies, it’s a new drug epidemic, that lets everyone get high, you may look dazed and close yo’ eyes, then open yo’ eyes and look to the skies, then what you see is hard to cope, cause clouds form pipes, as they began to smoke, the streets become foggy, people catch contractual highs, sirens start sounding, newscasters advise, everyone to stay inside, the clouds began, to roar these thunderous sounds, I’m watching crack heads tweaking, as they feel on the ground, they picking up pebbles, zoned out of their minds, trust me, overdoses are created, by the flakes that came down, so if you know what I know, Armageddon is near, and he’s using mother nature, to wipe out enemy peers, so sometimes it’s safe, to stay inside, unless you got a death wish, mother nature’s always outside, for when you go out does, you don’t have to smoke, but when you enter the fog, you will for surely choke, choke on new world order, for if you’re week–you’re a feen, only the strong ones, have great self esteem, if you don’t believe this, just go on this note, fictions and theories and facts that I see, Armageddon’s got a new reef, that could condone all thee.

Written by:  James P. Thomas, jr.

 SYNOPSIS (INTRO’)

POWDERED PEBBLES~~THE RISE OF MOTHER NATURE

It all started when life began, when man was deceived into eating the for-biddable fruit, then man was able to see how paradise could crumble under the clutches of the underworld.  Man began to see things from the naked eye.  Thou’ in one time that naked eye was very pure, one of the purest sights in our paradises kingdom.  Paradise known as our earth began to crumble, but in some eyes and some thoughts, we might say we had a good run at our wrongdoings and corrupting our own paradise.  We kill, we rape, we steal, we fornicate, and do drugs, commit incest, transvestites and homosexuals are walking all through paradise, our kingdom as we know it.  Let alone through the festivities of it all mankind is triggering mother nature and she’s shape shifting paradise’s environment changes through the faults of our manifestations.  The greed to have control, the greed to explore outer space, the greed to re-create in the form of cloning.  Cloning our race, cloning our animals.  Building nuclear supplements to gain control.  Nonetheless as we continue to seek more ways of sovereignty, there’s a new source that’s about to take place, that’s going to eradicate and Extirpate paradise’s kingdom when lease expected.  Lucifer, the fallen angel has fooled man through the eyes of a serpent and now has fooled Mother Nature through the eyes of mans impurities.  He soon will have access and control of Mother Nature in which due time of gaining full access of her will lead him into and out of the depths of his burning temptations and deliver us and our kingdom into the depths of his evil damnation that would preside over our kingdom forever.

Written by:  James P. Thomas, jr.

The Dream Angel / 9 Chapter preview

July	2010
	Author:  James P. Thomas, Jr.  Copyright @ 2010 by:      Writers Guild of America (Story and all characters depicted in story are fictitious.) www.thedreamangel.com www.jamespthomasjr.com

[“THE DREAM ANGEL”]

SYNOPSIS The world that revolves around the globe is said to be built on trust, but even the most trusted is the most unworthy.  Child molesters and pedophiles.  Your children and their safety.  What would you do to protect yours? Tamaria Armstrong was well loved and well watched, but even the most careful protected could be the most careless watched.  Abducted at the age of nine and tortured by a pedophile.  Forced into committing acts a child should never experience.  Brought up in a family of Black Magic Worshippers.  Lost in a world of evil, she experienced death at a young age.  Her soul never got a chance to be judged for passing.  Instead her soul was trapped in a dark room between Heaven and Hell.  The Angels searched for her soul, as the Underworld searched to claim her soul.  The lord gave her a second chance, for when she died she was too young to know right from wrong.  Her only thoughts were this was a sad, lonely and horrible Life After Death.  Tamaria wondered what happened to Paradise we all believed in when leaving from this world.  Raised in a family of Rituals of Black Magic, Tamaria recited a ritual to her abductor before he took her life, promising she would be back for him. Wait to see what she has in store for those who oppose hideous acts against the young.  She is no longer Tamaria Armstrong.  She now calls herself, THE DREAM ANGEL.

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CH. 1 “Unforgotten dreams”

            It’s late, about three in the morning.  My cellmate is sweating and I hear him twisting and moving as if he’s fighting in his sleep.

            “No, No, please stop!  I’m sorry!”

            I keep hearing Andrew mumble.

            I haven’t been locked up for that long, so I’m thinking maybe he had gotten raped or something and having nightmares about it.  I noticed he sleeps with many dream catchers around his bed.  I never knew what a dream catcher was until I got in here.

            Anyway, now it’s 8:00 A.M. and everyone has to get up.  I’m in a two-man cell and yet, I wake my celly up for count out of another bad dream.

            “Hey Andrew, get up, it’s count time!”  I said.

            He gets up slowly wiping the sleep from his eyes.  He sits up on his bed across from mines still sweating and I ask?

            “Man, what kind of dreams do you be having or nightmares should I say?”

            “I don’t remember,” Andrew replies.

            I hear footsteps and keys jiggling.

            “O.k. its count time, everybody on your feet,” one of the C.O’s (corrections officers) announces as he walks up the hallway.

            Immediately Andrew and I jumped to our feet.  The system took that stand up count serious.  Everyone has to be out of bed and on their feet so the C.O.’s (correction officers) can get an accurate count to make sure no prisoners had escaped.  You could be written a shot which is like a write up and you could be sent to the hole or lose your good time and neither of us wanted that.

            The C.O. opened our door, and did his head count.  A second C.O. trailed right behind him to do his head count.  He closed the door.  Then Andrew and I sat back down on our beds across from each other.

            “So David, what do I be doing in my dreams?”  Andrew asked.

            “Man you be freaking me out.  You be doing a lot of weird stuff.  You be shaking, you be twisting and weaving as if you’re struggling in a fight.  You also be sweating when it’s freezing in here.”

            Andrew cut him off.

            “So what do I be saying or do I talk when all this be going on?”  Andrew asked.

“Do you talk?  Hell naw!!!  You damn near be crying as if you’re trying to get away from something or someone, but one morning you scared me.  We were both sleeping.  I heard you pleading and begging.  You were breathing hard as if you were trying to grasp for your breath.  That made me get up to wake you up.  When I looked down at you, your eyes were wide open.  You looked like you was in some sort of a trance.  I was freezing as usual and looked down at you and there you were sweating.  No eye movement, no eye contact.  I kneeled over you.  Hollered your name and you just laid there shivering and sweating, frozen in time with your eyes wide open.  I reached down and grabbed your arm and you started swinging on me as if you were in a fight.  You were still pleading as if someone was getting ready to take your life.  Then I grabbed both of your arms and started shaking you and hollering your name.  You never woke up.  You just drifted off into a peaceful sleep.  You stopped mumbling and shaking.  Then your eyes just closed shut, as if you had just died or something.  That was another time you had scared me.  I thought you had just passed away on me, so I kneeled down and put my ear by your mouth to make sure you were still breathing.”

            “Good, finally he’s having a peaceful rest.  Whatever it was he was dreaming about, I must have scared it away when I grabbed him,” I thought to myself.

            “Work call, work call, and ten minute movement,” the C.O. announced over the loudspeaker system.

When they called work call, everyone who had an assigned job had to report to their work location.  If not in your assigned area when this is called you could be thrown in the hole and lose your good time.  When ten minute movement is called, that was your time to move around the yard to get to the location you wanted to be.  For instance, say if you are in your building unit and you hear ten-minute movement and you want to go outside to lift weights, play basketball, baseball, horseshoes or go to the recreational building.  This is your time to move from building to building or to the yard.  If you miss this movement, you would have to wait an hour for the next movement.

            Andrew took his gym shoes off and put them in his locker, put his boots on and headed out our unit for work.  I had a cool celly.  I have only been locked up for about 6 months and had 18 more to go.  During my 6 months locked up Andrew and I became close friends.

            Lying down on my bed, I glanced over at Andrews’s bed and looked at these so-called dream catching ornaments he had hanging all around his bed.  I never pried or inquired about his personal life or asked what he was in here for.

            In the short stay that I’ve been here, I have learned what to ask and what not to ask.  The number one thing not to ask is what a person is in here for.  Number two, never ask a person when was there out date.  Some people were very secretive as to letting other inmates know their outdate, for fear one of them might do something horrific to get their time extended longer out of jealousy.

Subsided in my room, I wondered what could I do to help Andrew overcome these obsessive dreams and these dream catching things he got all around his bed is probably the things causing all the ruckus in his sleep.  I don’t believe any of this garbage about a priceless ornament that could catch bad dreams.  Now how can I find out where these dreams are coming from and how to get rid of them?

            I decided to call my girl Ophelia.  I only had 15 minutes talk time to tell her what I needed her to do.  I left my room to use the phone.  I dialed her number, punched in my pass code, which only allowed numbers on my phone list to be dialed.  Her phone started ringing and she picked it up on the second ring.

            The phone operating system had to do its job and let the person receiving the call know that their call was coming from an inmate in a federal prison.  Then your name is said through a voiced activated recording.  After that a voice activated operator would tell the receiver that the call was either collect or of no charge to them and to except press 5 or to deny to simply hang up or press 2 to deny any more calls of this nature in the future.  My girl knowing that was me, immediately pressed five eliminating all that voice operating bullshit.

            Ophelia answers, “Hi boo.”

            “Hey sexy, hi you doing?” I said.

            “Nothing baby, I’ve been lounging around thinking about you.  I’m missing you more and more.  We’ve only weathered a quarter of the storm and still have three quarters left.  It’s only been 6 months and it already feels like eternity,” Ophelia said miserably.

“I know baby, but look at it this way.  Those 6 months just pass means 6 more and I would have already done half my bit and will have only one more half to do.  Then before you know it, I’ll be home.  Time is going by faster than I expected.  Look boo, I need you to do something for me.”

            Ophelia cuts him off, “And what’s that boo?”

            “Do you still have the internet hooked up?” David asked.

            “Yes,” Ophelia replied.

            “I need you to Google something for me.”

            “And what’s that?” Ophelia asked.

            “I need you to Google dream catchers and all the literature that you receive pertinent to that subject, I want you to send to me,” David said.  “I almost forgot something.  I need you to get in touch with my Aunt Nikki also and ask her to find out anything she can on an Andrew Lighthorse.  His inmate number is 44455-000 if she needs it.”

            Aunt Nikki had her own private eye business, but didn’t have a lot of clientele.  She was just getting her business started and I knew she wouldn’t mind taking on a case that would get her media attention.  This would put her business on the map and bring in lots of clients.

            “David, aren’t these dream catchers just myth’s for the superstitious believers?”

“I don’t know Ophelia.  It’s got to be something more to it than that.  My cellmate Andrew who I want Aunt Nikki to do the background check on, be having a lot of weird dreams every night where he’s fighting, crying and pleading in them.  I mean, it’s like there is actually something or someone in his dreams that’s trying to snag him away from existence.  Trust me, these aren’t normal nightmares and when he get up the next morning, he never has any recalls or memories of any nightmares he’s had since I’ve been here.  Let me remind you, I’ve been in here for six months.  Andrew has these nightmares every night and can’t remember any of them.  He can’t remember swinging his fist in his sleep.  He can’t remember the begging and pleading he’s doing for his life when he’s sleeping.  Basically to me, these dreams seem more than just dreams.  I’m starting to feel anxiety and grief from them.  There’s something more to these dream catchers than being superstitious or it just being a myth.  Those dream catchers he has around his bed, are connected to his dreams some kind of way and I want to know.  Explain all this to Aunt Nikki and let her know this might be the case to start a booming venture for her business,” David explained.

            The phone made a beeping noise one time letting the callers know their time was almost up.

            “Ha Ophelia.”

            “Yes.”

“You know the phone just beeped, so it’s about to end our call soon.  I just want to say I love and miss you.  Please!  Don’t forget to take care of that for me,” David said.

            “I love and miss you too boo,” Ophelia replied.

            The phone beeped a second time letting them know their call was about to end in a matter of seconds.

            “Don’t forget about Aunt Nikki!  I’ll call you back in the morning to see what she said.  I love you.”

            “I’m about to take care of that right now, as soon as we hang up boo and I love you too,” Ophelia replied.

            David didn’t hear her say I love you as the phone ended their call.  David hung up the phone.

            Ophelia blew a kiss into the phone and whispered, “I love you boo,” as if he could hear her and hung up the phone also. 

CH. 2 “the shocking broadcast”

            Ophelia was lying in bed watching television during their whole conversation.  She laid there on top of her silk sheets and under her satin quilted matching blanket with matching pillow covers staring at the ceiling.  In front of her was a 42 inch wall mounted television.  She had a spacious bedroom and to the left side of her was the desk with her computer, monitor and keyboard all hooked up to the television with surround sounds to give it that quality theatre sound.  Next to that she had two big bean bags with footrests in front of them with small tables next to each bean bag to set drinks and other accessories on.

            Thoughts began flowing through Ophelia’s mind about tasks that was asked of her.  As she stared at the ceiling, Ophelia thought about the things that David had told her, but still didn’t believe anything significant would help him with the literature he wanted her to look up on the internet.

            “Why does he want his Aunt Nikki to do research on a convict who’s having bad dreams,” Ophelia thought.

Knowing her man and hearing the exhaustion and seriousness in his voice, Ophelia knew that he was serious so she reached over to the night end table and turned the lamp on.  She grabbed her cell phone and began to scroll down her contact list to get Nikki’s number.  She pressed the send button and the phone on the other line began to ring.

            “Nikki’s Private Eye Investigative Corp, Vanessa speaking, how can I help you?”

            “Hi you doing Vanessa, this is Ophelia.  Nikki’s nephew David needs me to talk to her about something that’s very important.  Is she available?”

            “Hold on.  Let me see if she’s still in her office.”

            Vanessa paged Nikki and she answered the phone.

            “Ha Vess.”

            That’s a nickname Nikki gave Vanessa for short.

            “You have a call on line one.”

            “Do you know who it is and what they want?”

            “It’s Ophelia.  She says your nephew David has something important he wants her to relate to you.”

            “Thanks Vess, I got it.”

            Nikki hangs up the phone and answers line 1.

            “Hi you doing Ophelia.  David hasn’t gotten into any trouble has he?”

            “No Nikki, actually your nephew has a buddy in prison name Andrew Lighthorse.  He says he have these nightmares every night while he’s fighting something in his sleep and pleading for his life.  He also says it is very cold at night and Andrew is always sweating in his sleep.”

            “So what does he want me to do?”  Nikki asked.

            “He wants you to do a background check on this Mr. Lighthorse and see what he is in prison for.  When I spoke to him he really sounded a little stress and tired from restless nights.  He also said Andrew has a lot of dream catchers around his bed and he thinks this is what’s causing the bad dreams.  Andrew’s cell mate number is 44455-000 if you need it David said.”

            Business wasn’t very good for Nikki right now and Vanessa was a loyal friend who stuck by her side and handled all her clerical duties until business could pickup.  Nikki couldn’t afford a classy or big office.  She resided in Michigan on the outskirts of Detroit off 8 Mile on Shiawassee in the 48219 zip code area.  Her office was located on Livernois and 8 Mile, next to the post office across the street from Bakers Lounge, a rhythm, blues and jazz club.  The office wasn’t very big, but she didn’t need a lot of space since she didn’t have a lot of clients.

The front part of her office where Vanessa took her calls, scheduled appointments, and did other clerical duties was only 12x12 feet.  Behind Vanessa’s desk was a door, which connected to Nikki’s office, which was only 15x15 feet.  She had her desk across from the door straight ahead on the other side of the room away from the wall with enough space for an office chair to sit there so she could be facing towards the entrance.  On the right side of her desk, she kept a file cabinet where she stored her files.  On the left side in the corner, there was a bouquet of flowers hanging from the ceiling in a flower vase.  When you walk through the door of Nikki’s office, to your right you’ll see a 42 inch flat screen television with surround sounds.  To your left you’ll see a projector screen rolled up that she used when dilating her cases and next to that was a big black chalk board, in case she needed to draw out crime scenes and maps etc…  She kept the television on news channels to keep up with what was going on in the world.

            While Ophelia was explaining all what was going on with her nephews cell mate Andrew, there was a news bulletin that came on.

            “Hi, I’m Carla Lewis coming to you live from WJPT Worldwide News with some shocking information.  Authorities have said they have solved the cases for six of the missing children’s reports.  What’s so tragic about the whole situation is that none of the children survived by the hands of their abductor.  The puzzling part is that the abductor died in his sleep minutes before authorities arrived.  No one knows the causes of deaths.  Authorities aren’t linking any information or names until the victims are identified.  This is Carla Lewis.  Tune in at 6 p.m. at WJPT Worldwide News for more updates on this sad and devastating crisis.”

            “Nikki.  Hello.  Nikki, are you still there?” Ophelia asked.

            “Oh yeah, I’m still here.  I was just watching the news.  Have you heard anything about the missing children?”

            “No.  Why do you ask?”

            “I don’t know, but the guy who abducted these children was found dead in his sleep minutes before authorities got there with no identifiable cause of death.”

            “So what does this means?  Will you be able to help David?”  Ophelia asked.

            Nikki thought about the abductor who died in his sleep and thought about all the things Ophelia had just told her.  Nikki puffed on her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray next to her computer.

            “Yeah,” Nikki answered. Nikki paused for a second.  “I’ll check into this guy Andrew Lighthorse, and what did you say his inmate number was?”

            “It’s 44455-000.  Thanks Nikki.  Andrew is supposed to be calling me back in the morning to see if you could help him out.”

            “I’ll get back with you and let you know what I’ve found out.”

            “Thank you Nikki.  Thanks a lot.”

            “Don’t worry about it.  I’ll be getting back in touch with you.  Talk to you later.”

            Both parties hung up.

CH. 3 “trapped souls”

Deprived from life, six children lie on tables in an eternal sleep.  Their souls travel amongst one another trapped in a room where their bodies were, laid to rest.  Tierra, Michael, Leslie, Sade, La La and Shawn all cried out screaming for help hoping that someone could hear them.  The Dream Angel crosses through dimensions from where her souls’ trapped to answer the cries of the six souls crying out for help.  The children are pulling on the handle of the door trying to get it open until they see an image of a little girl passing through the door as if it is already open.  All six of them frightened, jumped back from the door on the stairs.  La La and Shawn fell down the stairs as the others ran down the stairs joining them at the bottom.  The Dream Angel floats over to the table in which the children rest with no privilege of ever awakening.

“What happened, who did this?”  The Dream Angel asked.

“I don’t know.  Last thing I remember was being on the playground at school and someone grabbing me from behind and putting a rag or towel over my nose and mouth.  When I woke up, I was here.  I just want to go home.”  Little Tierra said crying not knowing that she was no longer alive.

None of the other children nor The Dream Angel wanted to tell little Tierra what really happened to them since she was only five years old, knowing she would not understand.

“Did any of you get a look at who did this to you?”  The Dream Angel asked.

“I remember the guy who abducted me,” Michael said.

“What did he look like?”  The Dream Angel asked.

“I was walking home from school and this car pulled up on me.  A man pulled up asking me for directions somewhere.  I can’t remember the street he was asking about and then out of nowhere he’s asking me if I want some candy.  I told him no thank you and kept walking.  He sped up a little, stopped and got out of the car.  I tried to run but he moved so fast I didn’t get very far, he grabbed me and picked me up while I was kicking and screaming.  I bit him on his left forearm trying to get loose then he put a rag over my nose and mouth to.  I really didn’t get a good look at him.  I don’t remember anything after that,” Michael said.

All the other children begin to speak at the same time asking The Dream Angel who was she and how were she able to come through the door like that.

“I am Tamaria Armstrong.  I to was abducted like you by one of these cowards and murdered.  My soul is trapped some where I cannot explain.  When there is harm happening to other children or souls of other children are crying out for help, I can hear them.  Before I was murdered, I said a ritual to my killer, which is why I think I can hear and come to the aid of those who have been hurt.  I do not know how to free you from here but I can tell you when your bodies are found your souls will be released.  Let me check around this house to see if anyone else is here.”

The Dream Angel makes a different exit from the basement as she floats through the ceiling coming to the main floor of the house.  When coming to the main floor she ended up at the passageway of the kitchen where she could see into the dining room and the living room.  She could see the person on the couch sleeping so she continued to search the rest of the house as she checked the two rooms and bathroom downstairs.  Once she saw no one else was on that floor, she continued her search upstairs.  No one else was in the house besides the person she saw sleeping on the couch and the trapped souls that were in the basement.  Angry now from the disposition of what she saw she’s starting to burn up as you can see the fire flaring up in her eyes.  She passes through the floor of the upstairs leading her down to the main floor where the person on the couch is resting.  She glances at the bite marks on his forearm and begun to really burn up as her hair begun to flare up while it is blowing back.  A Ping Pong Paddle formed from her wrist as she smacked the guy upside his head so hard while he was resting on the couch that his left arm flew off his chest hitting the glass on the floor with the kind of force to break it into small pieces leaving cuts all over his knuckles.

“Get up! How could you! What did they do to you to deserve this?  Why did you have to kill them?”  The Dream Angel asked in a fiery rage.

She smacked him so hard; she smacked him into an eternal sleep, knocking his soul out of his body the guy jumped up ready to fight.

“Oh boy, you’re going to hate you did that,” Christopher said not knowing what was in store for him as he looked up to a little girl floating over him.  He immediately knew something was abnormal about the situation he had just encountered.  He went from being mad to now being scared as he witnessed an angry little girl whole body start changing to fire.

The Dream Angel starts to laugh, “Ha-ha-ha, What did you say?  I’m going to hate what.  Look down.”

Chris looks down to observe he’s still on the couch sleeping with his left arm now hanging off the end of the couch over the broken glass.  “Wait a minute, how am I still sleeping on the couch and here at the same time and what are you, who are you?”

            “First of all one question at a time and no you’re not sleep, join the crowd, you’re dead like everyone else in here.  Second, who I am is not important.  What is important is how you could die on the first hit.  I didn’t even have time to torture you yet, but that’s ok, I have a different way of torturing you.  You’re about to pay dearly for this.”

The Dream Angel could see the officer observing the inside of the house and knew that he couldn’t see her or the soul she was about to claim since they were no longer amongst the living.  She also knew help was about to arrive for the missing children and souls that were trapped in the basement.

CH. 4 “the squatter’s house”

1610 W. Link Rd, Wyandotte, Michigan.  Residents had been calling in complaints about a foul odor coming from a house.  A unit was dispatched to check out the residency.  Unit 24 was in route to the residence on W. Link Rd.  Officers Timothy Bingham and Vontae McVeigh were the officers assigned to this complaint. 

            It was a hot day in July, ninety-Eight degrees and very humid.  The air conditioning system in the officers' car wasn't working, so they were driving with their windows down.  Officer Bingham turned right onto Link Road.  The area surroundings of that house were reeking with an enormous odor.

            "Tim, you smell that?"  Officer McVeigh asked.

            "Yeah, that's probably the smell all the neighbors are complaining about."

            "Tim!  Slow down, the house is coming up!"

            "Yeah, I know and from the smell of things you don't need an address.  You can just follow the scent," Officer Timothy Bingham responded.

            The house was located in the middle of the block.  The officers pulled up in front of the house and parked. Officer McVeigh and Bingham got out of the car and approached the house with their guns in hand inspecting the house for any suspicious activity.  Officer Timothy Bingham started whispering to Officer Vontae McVeigh not wanting to alert anyone of their presence if anyone was inside.

            "Vontae, I’ll meet you in the back of the house."  Officer Bingham started pointing on the right side of the house.  "You go that way and I’ll go around this way and meet you in the back."  He paused for a second, "And Vontae, try to see if anything’s going on inside."

            "Got it, see you in the back," Officer McVeigh replied with a whisper.

            Both officers proceeded in their own directions with an endless of thoughts and an ear with sight let alone with a vision of a cat that could dispense details in the day as if it was night.  Officer Bingham was much more worried than McVeigh and much much more experienced.

            As a rookie on the force, McVeigh was comfortable as if there was nothing to worry about.  Officer Bingham on the other hand tiptoed very quietly wanting to peep through the first window he was passing which was too high for him to get a look in, so he worked his way through the rubble of leaves and trash on the side of the house as quietly as he could.  When he got to about the middle of the side of the house, there was a basement window and another window that was a tidbit to high for him to see in.  He looked through the basement window first since that was easiest for observation, but he couldn't see anything.  It looked like it was a black plastic bag covering that window, so he took out his flashlight and turned it on, pointed it in the window, hoping that he would see a reflection beyond the plastic bag, but only saw a cloth material behind it like a blanket.  He turned the flashlight off and started nodding his head.

"Damn, they must be hiding something down there," Officer Bingham, whispered to himself as he noticed a crate in some bushes to the left of him alongside the gate.

Not being able to see anything in the basement, left him curious to what he might see through the upstairs window.  He used his right foot and slowly side swiped the ground, sweeping the leaves out the way so he could stand in that spot and jump up to see if he could see inside the house.  He jumped up as silently as he could and held onto the window ledge to gain him some hang time for his viewing.

            "That's just the bathroom," Officer Bingham whispered to himself. "There’s nothing inconspicuous about anything in there."

            He looked at the crate, looked at the window that he passed that was too high for him to get a look in, and shook his head up and down in the yes mode.  Officer Bingham grabbed the crate, and then proceeded to the window he surpassed and set the crate on the ground slow and softly.  Stood on the crate and the window was still a little bit too high for him to see in, so he held on the window ledge and stood on his tiptoes to see inside the house.  As he glanced through the house, he saw a dining room glass table with four chairs around it below the window he was looking through.  To the left of that he could vividly see a small portion of the kitchen.  Officer Bingham then glanced across the room from the dining room area into the living room and saw a television on a small wooden table against the wall.  About five feet from the television was a couch and Officer Bingham could see feet hanging off the end of the couch.

            The Dream Angel is giggling once again, “Guess what Christopher?” She asks.

            “What! How do you know my name?”  Christopher asked.

            "It appears whoever is on the couch is sleeping," Officer Bingham thought to himself.

            Anyway, the entry door is right in the dividing section of the living room and dining room.  Officer McVeigh was already in the back of the house waiting, holding his shirt over his nose to block the odor coming from the house still with his gun in the other hand.  Officer Bingham could see there was someone in the house, so he got down and proceeded to the back of the house to meet his partner.  He started moving quietly so he would not awake the person inside.

            "McVeigh, you noticed anything wrong?"

            "Everything seems fine to me, besides that awful smell.  Smells like someone's dead inside."

            "I was thinking the same thing myself.  Come on let's go to the car and call for back up."

            “What did I tell you about asking questions,” The Dream Angel said.  I know everything you’ve done in your past and the bad you’ve done outweighs the good by a mountain hill.  Now I’ll have the pleasure of letting you experience the pain what you’re about to feel in your new prison.”

            Christopher tries to run.  He is so scared that when he runs for the door and tries to grab the door handle, both his hands clenched together passing through the door handle causing him to fall straight through the door.  He falls on the cement porch as The Dream Angel laughs and disburses wire from her wrists that trailed right behind him setting steel clamps around his neck and ankles.

            Christopher starts to holler for help as see officers Bingham and McVeigh walk pass him heading towards their car, “Help! Help! Officer, please help me!”

            Officers Bingham and McVeigh heading back up front to their car did not hear any of the commotion going on at the house.  They both got in the car.  Officer Bingham grabbed his walkie-talkie.

            The Dream Angel snatches Christopher back through the door into the living room.  The wires and clamps are now holding Christopher in mid air facing The Dream Angel.  The fire went out from her eyes leaving a dark blankness permitting Christopher to see her skull through the inside of her cornea with her body and hair still burning mad.

            The Dream Angel starts to speak, “No, no.  This isn’t how it works.  You can’t run from DEATH, you can’t run from ME.  I’m your soul-mate now; I just don’t have any love for you.  One thing I can say I love is I’m going to love watching you suffer.  The children you murdered I’ll grant the satisfaction of watching you suffer before I take your soul and place it in its new prison.  It is now time for you to join me in the basement.  Maybe you have something remorsefully to say to the children you took from their loved ones.” 

            "This is unit 24 Officer Bingham to dispatch, come in dispatch."

            "This is dispatch, come in Officer Bingham."

            "This is Officer Bingham requesting for backup.  The house smells awful, smells like there dead bodies inside.  I could see inside the living room area and it appears that someone’s sleeping on the couch, that's if he's still alive.  I couldn't see any other activity going on inside and I really can't see how anyone could sleep through that smell.  Would you like us to go in and check it out?”

          While Officer Bingham was completing his sentence, the dispatcher Valorie

Cummings was already requesting for back up.

            "This is dispatch requesting units for back up to assist Officers Bingham and McVeigh at 1610 W. Link Rd.  There are possible homicides at this location."  She pauses for a second as she sips her coffee.  "Unit 24, hold your position till backup arrives."

            "This is unit 4, Officer Thompson, and Gillespie in route.  Roger.”

            “This is unit 16, Officer Gulley and Pelham in route. Roger.”

            “This is unit 121 homicide.  This is officers' Day and Bledsoe turning onto W. Link Rd.  Roger.”

            “This is unit 58, Officer­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ Nelson, and Burnside about 2 minutes away from location, in route.  Roger.”

            "This is Sergeant Rhodes in progress.  No one enter the premises until my arrival.  I repeat," he pauses for a second.  "No one enter the premises until I get there.  Be there in two."

            Unit 121 Officers' Day and Bledsoe was the first to arrive to accommodate Bingham and McVeigh.  Wyandotte, Michigan was more like the upper class of Michigan where very few blacks resided.  Officers Day and Bledsoe were paired up together as partners because of the circumstances.  They both were in the police department when they resided in Detroit, once the murder capital of the world. 

Officer Day was a single mother who lost her kid to a kidnapping.  Being a woman in the department, she made a name for herself. Knowing how to calculate and put together crime scenes as if she committed the crime herself has helped the department in solving many cases that would've been unsolved.  Later she was transferred to Wyandotte Homicide.  She was excited about going to homicide but disappointed about the transfer, but at least working in homicide, she had more access and say so in the case of her missing daughter.

            Officer Bledsoe was a very outgoing guy with a mild temper.  His wife ran off with another guy and he too had a daughter who was missing.  He was on paid leave from the police department due to an ongoing investigation in which he killed someone during his stressful times.  The department was later sued for his negligence. He was fired from the department and did one year out of his ten-year sentence.  His case was later dismissed and expunged.  He was found incompetent under the stress of his missing daughter and the problems he was going through in his marital life.  Once out of jail he pursued a career in the police department.  Thou' he had a mild temper with a high temper when things got out of hand his name spoke for itself on behalf of the cases that he represented.  He was denied employment in the Detroit Police Department.  His captain at the precinct made a few calls and found out that the Wyandotte Homicide Division had been researching him and was interested in hiring him.  Eventually he was hired by the Wyandotte Homicide Division and paired up with homicide Detective Latrina Day.

            Homicide Detectives Day and Detective Bledsoe pulled up behind officers' Bingham and McVeigh and got out of their car.

            "How are you Officers' Bingham and McVeigh?"  Detective Day extended her hand out shaking Officer Bingham’s' hand.  "Oh sorry, let me introduce ourselves.  I'm homicide Detective Day and this is my partner Bledsoe.  We were in the area when we heard that there might be possible homicides at this address, so we decided to stop by and assist you for back up.”

            Detective Bledsoe took a couple of sniffs of the air.  "You smell that Trina?"  Detective Bledsoe asked Day.

            "Yeah I do.  It smells like death."  Detective Latrina Day replied.

            "The odor is so strong it smells like there might be multiple deaths coming from this house," Detective Bledsoe said.

You could hear sirens as if they were coming from all directions.  As the cars were getting closer, you could hear the sirens fading out as they all approached the block silently.  Sergeant Rhodes pulled up first accompanied with Lieutenant Bradford.  The other units trailed right behind him as they all cruised up the block parking one behind the other of Detectives Day and Bledsoe’s' car and getting out simultaneously.

            Sergeant Rhodes turning his cap around backwards, extending his right hand out, giving Detective Day a firm handshake.  “It’s always a pleasure Detective Day.”

“Likewise,” Detective Day responded. 

Sergeant Rhodes turns around, “How are you Detective Bledsoe?"  As they gave each other a hug and a pat on the back sergeant Rhodes said, "I'm so glad to see you back out here in action.”

            "I know, and it feels good being back out here doing what I love to do best."

         Sergeant Rhodes laughs and looks at Detective Carl Bledsoe and shakes his

Head up and down, "yeah I know but right now this my show."        

            "No, no.  We were just in the area and heard there might be possible homicides so we decided to lend our support in case you needed any help.  You know me.  If the team is in trouble, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect the team."

            Sergeant Rhodes gives Detective Bledsoe another hug.  "Ah man I know.  It just feels so good to see you and have the opportunity to work side by side with you once again.  Anyway, we have a lot of catching up to do later.  Okay, it's time to find out what's going on in there.  Everybody keep an eye out.  Officer Bingham and McVeigh what's your prognosis."

            Officer Bingham was the one who responded since he did a more thorough search.  "Well Sarge, I did get a look through the side window and could see a foot hanging off the end of the couch and the T.V. was on but it didn't look like he was watching it.  If we go in through the front door, he will be lying to the right side of the entrance and it looked like beyond that point you could enter into the other sections of the house.  To the left side of the entrance is the dining room and straight ahead of that you could walk into the kitchen area.  I couldn't get a good look into the kitchen.  I did get a look in the basement window but a dark plastic bag covered it with some cloth material like a blanket behind it.  I'm quite sure entry into the basement is through the kitchen."

Sergeant Rhodes proceeded to walk up the path waving for his fellow officers' to follow behind him.  He turned around, put his finger up to his lips and "shhh," he said in request for silence as they approached the porch.  "Thompson, Gillespie and Gulley cover the back,” he whispered.  “Burnside, Nelson and Pelham you three cover each side of the house and watch the front to make sure no one tries to escape.  Officers' Bingham and McVeigh, you two are going to accompany Lieutenant Bradford and me.  Detective Bledsoe and Day your assistance would be well obliged if you have no objections."

            "We would be happy to assist you," Detective Day replied.

            "Good.  Then you'll be assisting us in the search of this residence," Sgt. Rhodes said.

            "You ready my old pal and partner to go in do what we do best," Detective Bledsoe, said with a smile.

            Sgt. Rhodes knocked on the door with a hard banging.  "Open up.  It's the police," he hollered.

            The Dream Angel continued to tote Christopher behind her locked in clamps.  She took a shortcut to the basement as she made her entrance through the main floor to the basement.  Christopher now realizing he too could pass through solid entrances was forced to follow The Dream Angel.

Once entering the basement Tierra asks, “Hey Tamaria, how do you do that coming through solid entrances?”

            Before Tamaria (The Dream Angel) could get a chance to respond Michael blurts out, “That’s him, that’s the man that forced me into his car one morning I was on my way to school.”

            “That’s where I bit him at on his left forearm,” Shawn blurted out.

            Christopher was looking dumb-founded as all his victims were coming forth identifying him as their abductor/killer.  The Dream Angel begins to think about how she was abducted and killed.  Her hair began to blow back as a hard gusty wind began blowing in the basement.  Her eyes lit back up with fire.  Her whole body flared up in flames.  She was burning up and the rage that she had now was about to take its course on Christopher.  He had the most worried look on his face knowing nothing good was about to come from this.  The Dream Angel immediately begun to set in motion what she was preparing for Christopher’s ultimate payback.  With his ankles and neck still held in steal clamps Christopher could see two more clamps coming from the wires that held him captive.  The clamps were open and glistening red as he could see the glowing and heat producing from them.

            You could hear Christopher stuttering like there is a vibrator held against his throat, “Wha’ wha’ what are those,” as the clamps clamped down on his throat hindering him from saying a word.  He starts choking and gagging as he is gasping for air.

            “So like I said, hush-hush.  You see, ghosts need to breathe to.  With no air we can’t die cause were already dead, but without air it feels like an agonizing drowning that never ends. 

            The children are astounded as they get to watch their killer being tormented by The Dream Angel for the sins he committed.

            “You know the guilty always deny their wrong-doings instead of fessing up to their sins and asking for forgiveness.  That’s why I got these handcuffs, steel clamps, whatever you want to call them.  You see that bite mark on your forearm, Shawn didn’t bite you hard enough so I designed you special cuffs that’s extremely hot.  These will be placed on both of your forearms to get you acquainted with the feeling you will be feeling through your whole body once you’re placed in your new home.  You may have hurt many young kids like me but you’re about to feel a pain that will make you wish you never hurt anyone.  Oh don’t worry, I can see you choking and gasping for air.  These clamps were specially made for you.  They will loosen up in a few minutes, but there designed strictly for yes and no answers, any other words coming from you and they will shut you up.  Now let’s get back to the burning part, see there is a new cell for you to live in which is a cell of fire.  Sorry but, well actually, I’m not sorry, that’s just the way it is.  Everyone has to pay for their mistakes.  Now the slogan eternally burning in hell is said like that because you’re already dead, you can’t die but the pain will be so excruciating you’ll wish you could die.  Same thing with drowning, see we have the same qualities of the living.  Some of us go to the Good Place.  Some of us go to the Bad Place and some of us get lost trying to find our way.  Some souls travel towards the Light and sometimes the Light isn’t the Light.  Remember how the Serpent tricked man, well the Light can trick souls.  Only souls that are pure are accepted into the Light and know how to follow its Path of Acceptance,” The Dream Angel explained.  “Help is on the way, so once your bodies are found your souls will be released from here.  You can talk and speak but no one will hear you but you will hear them,” The Dream Angel explains to the confused children in the basement.

            As Sergeant Rhodes bang on the door and no one answers, he decides to grab the door handle and to his surprise, the door wasn’t locked.  All the officers' had their guns out waiting for anything inconspicuous.

            "On three and were going in," Sgt. Rhodes said to the officers that were around him.  "One, two, three," he pushed the door open with a forceful thrust, turning to his right and pointing his gun to the guy that was lying on the couch.  “Police, get on the floor and extend your arms and legs outward,” Sgt. Rhodes yelled.  “Officers' Bingham, McVeigh, Lieutenant Bradford, and detective Day search the house," Sergeant Rhodes commanded.  "Detective Bledsoe you stay with me."

Lieutenant Bradford and Detective Day rushed pass Sgt. Rhodes and cut through the living room area into the hall.  Officer’s Bingham and McVeigh cut through the dining room area into the kitchen, made a right, and cautiously opened the door up leading to the basement.  They both had their guns drawn.

“Lieutenant Bradford, you can check the bathroom and those two rooms.  I’ll stay here in the hallway and cover these stairs to the upstairs and the hallway,” Detective Day said.  Lieutenant Bradford headed to the bathroom, which was located to the right side of him across from the stairs leading to the upper part of the house.  After the bathroom was cleared, he headed down the hall about five or six feet up and opened up the bedroom door to the left side of him.  After that was cleared, he came out and crossed over to the other room.  Once those two rooms were cleared and he went into the last room, Detective Day made her way upstairs to do a search.

Sgt. Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe started approaching the guy lying on the couch.  Both of them had their guns drawn too.

“I said get on the floor face down and extend your arms and legs out where I can see them,” Sgt. Rhodes repeated.

There was still no response from the individual who was lying on the couch.  Sgt Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe rushed over to the guy.  With his left arm out reaching for the guy on the couch, grabbing the chest part of his shirt with his gun still in his right hand Sgt. Rhodes gave him a quick jerk.

“Police, get on the floor,” Sgt. Rhodes said.

Still there was no movement from the guy.  Instead, he fell on the floor into a puddle of whatever he was drinking and broken glass.  That’s when Sgt Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe realized this guy never answered because something was wrong with him.

“Detective can you help me get him back onto the couch,” Sgt Rhodes asked?

Detective Bledsoe grabbed the guy by his legs and Sgt Rhodes grabbed the upper part of his body.  They both placed the guy onto the couch.  Sgt Rhodes checked his pulse on his neck and wrist.  Then he put his hand under the guys’ shirt to feel for a heartbeat.  Still nothing, but the guy was still warm and it didn’t look like he had any physical damage done to him besides the cuts on his left knuckles, which looked like they came from him accidentally hitting the glass that was below him on the floor.

“He’s dead,” Sgt Rhodes said as he looked at Detective Bledsoe.

            “I know.  I work in homicide remember,” Detective Bledsoe responded.  “We need to go and check on the officers and make sure their o.k.  It smells like there are more dead bodies in here.”

            Just after Detective Bledsoe made the gesture to check on the officers’, you could hear footsteps coming at a fast pace from down and upstairs.  Officer’s Bingham, McVeigh, Lieutenant Bradford, and Detective Day simultaneously met up with each other in the living room area where Sgt. Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe were.  Officers’ Bingham and Detective Day at the same time began speaking simultaneously.

            "Hey Sarge and Detective Bledsoe, you two need to come downstairs and have a look at this!" Officer Bingham hollered in a repugnant manor, astounded from what he had just witnessed.

            “Hey Sarge and Detective Bledsoe, you two need to come upstairs and have a look at this,” Detective Day said in an inconsolable tone, but teary eyed voice as she showed pictures of her missing daughter.

CH. 5 “dream recitals”

            Andrew was at work thinking about what David had told him.  He did notice that at times he would wake up in cold sweats.  All day at work, he thought about the incidents of him waking up in a cold sweat.  He would wake up sometimes sweating perfidiously.  These facts stuck in his head all day while he was at work.  He wanted to confide in another inmate but didn’t want inmates to know that he was incarcerated for molesting and murdering little girls.  He also thought about the little girl who recited a ritual in front of him before he killed and decapitated body parts from her.  She was crying and wiping tears from her eyes and face while she was pleading.

            “Please don’t hurt me!  I’m scared, mommy help me.  Please!  Mommy help me!”

            Then she looked him straight in the eyes with a cold look and said, “I’ll be back for you.”

            “Damn!  She did say a ritual before I put her to rest.  Then she looked at me with that cold look and said, she’ll be back for me.  Is it possible that’s who I’m fighting in my sleep, but why can’t I remember any of these dreams I’m having,“ Andrew mumbled to himself.

            Andrew’s shift was almost over.  He was moving as fast as possible to finish so he could get back to his cell to change out of his work clothes and meet up with Cornelius to see if he’s having any bad dreams that he could remember.

            “Damn Drew, you moving fast as hell.  What you trying to get to that’s so important today?” one of his co-workers named Drake asked.

                  Andrew moving swiftly with worried thoughts running through his mind didn’t hear a word Drake said.  All he knew is he was on his last table to clean and could leave.  Drake on the other hand was wondering why he was moving so fast and what was so important for him to move like that.  Andrew finished cleaning his last table.  Picked up his cleaning bucket and headed towards the kitchen to put his cleaning materials up.

            Drake followed right behind him and soon as they got into the back area of the kitchen, he tapped Andrew on the shoulder making Andrew turn around and look at him. “Hey man what you moving so fast for.  Today is Sunday; we don’t have any visitors today.  What’s up?”  Drake asked, waiting for a response.

            Andrew threw his dirty rags in a hamper bag and set the bucket on a shelf, then said, “Nothing.  I just got something kind of personal and important to take care of right now.”  He began walking out the kitchen area making his way to the exit.

            With no guilty conscience at all for the crimes he committed but a sense to know never to let anyone in prison know what he was really on lock down for.  He walked through the yard at a fast pace without running.  Inmates were allowed to run in the rec-yard only.  Any other running on the premises would result in a lock down or write up.  Andrew got to his building unit and proceeded upstairs to his floor. He opened his door and whisked right pass his cellmate David not saying a word.  Quickly taking off his uniform and boots and slipping into a pair of jogging pants and gym shoes.

            “Hey buddy, what’s the big rush for?”  David asked.

            “I just have something important to do.”

            “Is it personal?”

            “Yeah it is, sort of.”

            Andrew rushed out of his cell, still trying to make the movement to go and see Cornelius.  Another inmate in there for the same reasons he was in there for, but he wasn’t a killer.  He got away with a lot of crimes committed against young girls and boys.  Yes he went both ways.  Maybe because of the fact he was tampered with by his father coming up at a young age.  He always had a lust for women but wasn’t appealing to women of his age.  Therefore he prayed on the weak he knew he could take advantage of.  CHILDREN.  The little girls and boys.  How did he get locked up?  Well.  Not being a killer and having a clean record.  He could not be identified through pictures authorities presented to young victims.  Later three of the victims who couldn’t identify him through pictures all gave a brief description.  At one time authorities thought they were fighting a non-winning battle until they had an arts expert get a briefing from the three victim descriptions of the man who committed these crimes.  Authorities thought they had no chance in solving this case until they had sketches drawn from the description, described by the three victims.  Three victims, three sketches and three identical matches lead authorities to believe it was just a matter of time before apprehending the person responsible for these hideous crimes.  They ran the sketching through their data base and still the results came back negative.  Once the sketching was posted on local and worldwide news channels, eventually the Sex Crimes Unit phone lines began to blow up as people who cited the assailant known as Cornelius Wallridge called and reported his whereabouts. 

            Cornelius Wallridge was in his early thirties, five feet eight inches tall.  He had a rough like face with side burns and a mustache.  He kept his chin shaved and loved to hang out in Detroit.  He was a pool fanatic and spent most of his time in pool halls or local bars in Detroit.

            “This is dispatch requesting units to Banko’s lounge located on Wyoming and Intervale three blocks north of Schoolcraft.  Subject Cornelius Wallridge has been spotted entering the premises of this known location.  Take precaution, assailant may be armed and dangerous.”

            About twenty minutes after the phone calls authorities captured Mr. Chris Wallridge making the streets safer from child prowlers such as him.  Now incarcerated in the Ryan’s Correctional Facility located on Ryan Road in Detroit, Michigan he had plenty of time improving his game in billiards.  Only he could now play when recreational time was permitted which was not the kind of time he endured as a free man.

            Andrew knew where he could find him if he did not see him in the yard.  “Hey Dee Bo have you seen Cornelius.”

            “Yeah, I saw Cornelius going in the Pool Room when I was leaving the weight room,” Dee Bo responded.

            “Ok, thanks.”  Andrew rushed out the rec yard heading towards the poolroom trying to make the movement before it was over.  As he walked towards the recreational building he saw the guard getting ready to close the door as he heard the movement was over.  “Turn Key could you hold the door for me, I’m coming to the Rec’ Room.”

            “Alright, hurry up, the movement is over.”

            Andrew walked right pass the television room and the weight room and turned right heading towards the pool room.  The door to the pool room was already open and he could see Cornelius shooting pool at the last table about six tables down to the corner of his right hand side.  The pool room held a total of fourteen tables.  Andrew walked over to Cornelius table and sat down.

            Cornelius spoke to him as he sat down.  “What’s up Andrew, are you shooting any pool today?”

            “Nope, but I am here to ask you something very important.  Just the two of us, it’s kind of confidential.”

            “Could you give me an ideal what it is about?” Cornelius asked.

            “I prefer to talk to you in private.”

            “Is it really that important, can it wait?”

            “It’s really that important.”

            “Alright, let me finish this game and I’m ready to talk,” Cornelius said.

            Cornelius only had one ball left on the table and the eight ball was already set up for him.  He hit his ball in and called the eight ball pocket, won the game and gave up his stick.

            “Ok, what’s so important and this better be really important for me to give up my game when I was on a winning streak.”

            “Let’s go in the card room where we could have complete privacy and talk.”

            Andrew and Cornelius walked to the guard window and grabbed a deck of cards and headed into the card room and closed the door.  They both sat down.

            “So what’s this that’s so important that you want to talk about?” Cornelius asked.

            “Well, have you been having any weird dreams lately?” Andrew asked.

            “As a matter of fact I have.”

            “Could you tell me what they are about?” Andrew asked.

            “Well, I hate when I have these dreams.  It be this little girl in my dreams and I be trying to wake up but it’s like she’s keeping me there trying to kill me.  She chants to me every night telling me that it’s my kind that put her there.  Every day I try to understand what she means by my kind putting her.”

            Andrew cuts him off.  “Do you remember how she looks?”

            “I saw her floating over me in my bed.  She was looking down at me except when I looked up at her she had no eyes to look in.  I could see straight through her cornea.       Blood was running down her cheeks like tears.  She had no hands or feet.  Then I saw wires coming out of her wrist toward my neck.  I tried to grab the wires but they just wrapped around my wrist as more wires started wrapping around my neck and squeezing.  This dream seemed so real I thought I was going to die in this dream.  I woke up to my cellmate shaking me.  I was sweating to, but it was cold in the room.  He tells me I be having nightmares every night.  Why you ask, do you be having the same nightmares?”  Cornelius asked.

            “Honestly Cornelius, I can’t remember my nightmares, but I also wake up in cold sweats and my cellmate be telling me I be having these nightmares every night.  Between me and you, do you remember me telling you that I was in here for molesting and murdering a little girl?”

            “Yeah,” Cornelius replied.

            “Well, you just described her to the -T-.  The little girl that I murdered that day was practicing black magic before I abducted her.  Now before I killed her, she said a ritual and told me she would be back for me.  She had a repulsive look on her face while she was crying, like she was the Devil himself.  She sounded pretty assuring about coming back so I decapitated her, cutting off her hands and feet.  Then I gutted out her eyeballs.  So did you ever ask who she was?”

            “I be trying to speak, but she keeps me in a frozen state of mind.  I can see her floating around my bed laughing telling me I’m going to pay.  She have long blonde hair also that be blowing back while she’s floating around my bed.  She keeps telling me it’s my kind that got her stuck there.”  He pauses for a second, “She’s also chanting this song to me that I can’t remember right now.”

            “Did she ever tell you her name?”  Andrew asked.

            All the while, while they were having this conversation, there were events presently taking place with another inmate at this facility in another building unit who was in there for the same reasons they were in there for.  Unit 346A was a four man unit.  Their beds were adjacent in couples across from each other.  It was 4:30 in the evening.  Out of the four cellmates that slept in that room only two were there napping. 

            Daniel Cutwright was lying down on his bed sleep, but in a woken trance.  His eyes are open and there following this little girl who’s floating around his bed, chuckling and giggling.  He starts nodding his head back and forth as if he’s drunk with his eyes barely open.  “Am I dreaming?  Who are you?”  Daniel says sluggishly.

            “Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee,” the little girl chuckles in her laugh as she floats around his bed.  “Are you dreaming?”  She chuckles again, “Uh hee, hee, of course you’re dreaming.  You’re sleep aren’t you?  Only in this dream, you’re never going to wake up.  You’re never going to move again and when you are moved, it will be in a box that’s placed six feet under dirt.  Then after you leave this world, I claim your life and your soul.  I control you and will torture you for every day that my soul is trapped here. Trust me; you’ll have plenty of company.  Hee, hee, all these pedophiles out here, I want to hear all of you beg for mercy at the same time.”

Still floating around his bed, hair blowing back as she’s floating with a cable forming out of both her wrists about six inches long with a hook at that end of each that looks like can openers, Daniels’ paralyzed sweating perfidiously nodding his head slowly, tries to speak.  “What’s those?”

The Dream Angel cuts him off.  While floating around him she bends over looking into his eyes with tears of her blood dripping on Daniels’ face places one of the hooks over his lips as if it’s her index finger and the other over her lips.  “Sh. Sh., you don’t speak until permitted to, unless you’re ready to die now, hush, hush and enjoy your last minutes.” 

The cable starts to get longer with hooks still on the ends of them and cutting utensils on them as they extended.  You could hear the scissors clipping back and forth as they opened and closed continuously.  Small electric saws started forming.  Daniel began to sweat as if he was drenched with water.  Small knives and even axes began to grow on certain spots of the cables.  Daniel began shivering and chattering his teeth again.

She starts to chuckle again with a screeching sound as she speaks, “Did you think you would have the privilege to live a full life after all the felonious acts you committed against children.  I can hear the cries of all those sad souls and lives you’ve taken and now it’s your turn to feel the pain that they felt.  Only your pain is going to be much, much worse than the pain you inflicted.”

It’s cold in his room and his cellmate June Bug is sleeping.  Daniels’ hoping that his cellmate June Bug eventually will wake up and shake him up out of this dream as he usually does.  He’s sweating and shivering.  His teeth chattering as he pleads for his life.

“Please, I’m sorry.  Please I’m begging you; you don’t have to do this.”

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, you’re starting to sound like me when I was pleading for my life.  I want you to keep pleading and think of the little girls and boys you hurted as they pleaded for their lives because now you’re in my world and I control everything here.  The pain you’re about to endure,” she pauses and chuckles again, “Hee, hee, oh yeah it’s real.”

She floats around his bed again slowly giggling with that high pitched screechy laugh.  She’s floating down the right side of his bed extending her left arm outwards towards  his right upper thigh piercing and cutting through the sheet he’s laying under cutting into his leg as she makes a straight cut from the upper part of his thigh to the lower part of his leg.  As she gets to the foot of his bed, she cuts across in the middle of his right and left foot, then cutting and piercing the skin on his two big toes.

“Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.  You’re not going to need these two things to walk on anymore.  These two little foot-soldiers are going to be put to rest.”

Daniels’ shaking and sweating tries to speak, “Please, please, I haven’t done.”

She cuts him off, “Shut up.  Don’t tell me what you haven’t done.”

She continues to float slowly up the left side of his bed piercing and cutting into his skin from the lower part of his leg now to the upper part of his thigh.  She reaches the top of his bed as she pierces into his skin on his left cheek.  She bends over the headrest of his bunk, kneeling over him catching straight eye contact.

“So are you ready to meet your maker.  Hee, hee, hee, oops!!!  I forgot.  You’ve already met her.  I’m your maker.”

“No, no,” Daniels’ screaming sluggishly in his dream.

“To bad, you don’t have a choice.”

“But I’m doing time for the things I’ve done,” Daniel say remorsefully hoping for exoneration.

“I know, but I want you to do the eternity of your time with me.  There are no mishaps or flaws of a chance for you getting out.  See in my world, there is no second chance, there is no escape.”

She straightens up her posture from kneeling over him and throws her head backwards as if she’s looking at the ceiling and throws her arms up as the chains makes these clinging noises.

“Time is up; there is no reason for you to continue living amongst the living.  It’s time for you to become acquainted with the Life after Death I have in plan for you .”

She throws her arms down and all the cutting utensils start to disappear as they retract back into the chains.  The chain now turning into thick solid wire about two to three inches thick slides under his body began to roll him up as if he’s being wrapped up in a sheet.  He begins to scream as another object appears to form from the wire, which appears to be two hands holding tape.

“Shhh, no need for hollering, don’t want to wake your cellmate.”

The hands placed the tape over his mouth.  His cellmate turns over in the opposite direction as if he heard something and was about to wake up, but is steadily resting in a deep sleep.  As the wires rolls him up starting from his ankles on up to his shoulders, The Dream Angel floats next to him looking at the weary look he has in his eyes as he sweats, she smiles.  Now he’s in the air wrapped up in wires.  She floats under him as she levitates down sitting on his bed with her legs crossed.  She looks up at him as she pops her arms up in the air as if she’s releasing more wire from her arms pushing the front part of his body against the ceiling.  Daniels’ trying to holler through the tape but humming instead with fear as he’s moving his mouth trying to loosen the tape that’s over his lips.

“I can feel you trying to loosen the tape up.  Anything you’re trying to do I can feel it and if you do somehow loosen that tape, I will just have to cement your mouth closed shut permanently.  Then you’ll serve the eternity of your time with me unable to speak.”

The wire changes back from wires to chains.  Two separate pieces of chains extends out from the main chain that’s holding him.  Miniature saws forms on the end of each of the small chains.  The Dream Angel start to set the saws up in position as the small chains reels towards the ceiling setting up on each side of Daniels’ neck five inches away from the left and right sides.  Two more chains grew out from that main chain that formed scissors at the end of each chain that also extended out nine inches away from each one of his ears in a diagonal position.  You could see Daniels’ frightened as his eyes move from side to side.  The miniature saws began to power on as he could hear the sounds of an electric saw.  The scissors began to clip back and forth as if they were getting ready to start cutting paper, but these looked like some heavy duty scissors that’s used for cutting more than just paper.  An arm and a hand appeared from the chain and then stretched out to the upper back part of his shirt by his neck.  The scissors on the right side of him makes its way to the back of him.  The hand started grabbing sections of his shirt as the scissors began clipping and cutting his shirt until he was completely shirtless.  All the while, while all this is taking place the little girl is laughing and talking to him while she’s sitting on his bed preparing and setting up everything for the soul she is about to claim.  The tape that was placed on Daniels’ mouth pops off and the hand that’s holding his shirt let’s go and makes its way up to his mouth while another piece of tape is dispensing from the palm of its hand.

“Wait a minute, I promise I’ll be quiet, you don’t have to put anymore tape on me.”

“O.k.,” she responds as everything retracts and her utensils disappear inside the chains.  “Since you don’t want me to keep you quiet, what do you want to talk about?”

Looking frantic and exhausted with a receding hairline that stretched all the way to the back just leaving hair on the back of his head in a U shape he asks, “Who are you?”

The little girl responds, “When I was nine years old, my name was Tamaria Armstrong before my soul got trapped in this dark room.  I keep hearing the voices of all the other souls whose lives were taken like mines.  That was then and this is now and in this present time I no longer carry myself as Tamaria Armstrong.  I like to think of myself as The Dream Angel.”

“Why are you doing this to me?  What have I done to you?”

“Nothing,” Tamaria (The Dream Angel) responds, “but think about what you’ve done to other children my age.  You see, there are many lost souls walking amongst the living that is trying to reach out to their friends and family, but can’t be seen or heard by them.  I can feel their pain.  I can hear their cries.  Just like me, they were taken from their families and they tell me their stories.  Let me ask you something.  Do you remember Jamequa?”

“No,” Daniel responds.

“Well she remembers you quite well.  She told me about the horrible things you done to her, then strangling her as she gasped for air helplessly.  What made it even worse was that you buried her in a place where her body was never found.”  She flashes a picture at him displaying the area in which he buried Jamequa’s body.   “Remember this neighborhood?”  She puts another picture in front for him to view.

“I know you remember these?”  The Dream Angel asks.

“What?”

“Don’t what me; you starting to piss me off!  You know what I’m talking about!  The railroad tracks, don’t they look familiar.  That’s where you buried little Jamequa.  I have nothing but bad flashes from your past and all the acts you committed against her and others.  Do these pics spark your memory or you just kill and forget about it?”  The Dream Angel asks.  See all that high grass, (pause) well that’s where she’s still at.  Her soul is stuck here until her body is found and given a proper burial.  There are bodies that have never been found.  These are souls that come to ancestors and family members in their dreams.  Detroit’s broke; there are so many dead bodies in fields and empty homes.  You did a good job hiding her.  They may never find her leaving her soul to travel amongst the other lost souls while your soul remains with me.

“Oh God!  Dream Angel or whoever you are I’m sorry!”  He says out of desperation.  “Can I explain?  Please, please!”

“Pretty much don’t think anything you say will change the outcome of this but go ahead.  I have nothing but time and you have nothing but bad time that wait.”

“Please, whoever you are, I just had a bad life.  Everyth’”

The Dream Angel cuts him off, “Shut up!  You think you’re the only one that had a bad life?  Do you think God gave you the right to take the pride and life of an innocent?  Because if that’s what you think, I think he gave you to me.  Your soul is not saved and the underworld, my guess is that I’m doing a good enough good job here in my own world that they don’t want you either, so now you’ll just be added to my toy collection.”  I have a new hell I created and I see flashes of how hell really is so I recreated my own hell which is a lot worse than the original hell.  It’s like a playground to me.  Don’t worry you’ll be there in a minute.”

“What you don’t know is when a person is killed by someone they always know their killer, even if they actually do not see the killer.  Remember once the body is put to rest the soul is automatically released.  Therefore, every killer that has killed and got away with it in secrecy could never hide their kill from the life they’ve taken because once a soul is released it sees everything.  She knows I have this ability to come into others dreams and she asked me to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else.  How could you,” she says angrily as her pupils lit up with flames.  “Time is up, you don’t deserve being here.”

The Dream Angels arms moved in a motion of a wave pattern and everything that retracted inside of the chains popped back out and was back in position in a matter of seconds.  She floats up toward the ceiling looking at Daniel as he looks into fiery eyes of rage.  Before he could say anything, the saws powered on and started cutting into each side of his neck.  He screamed as his whole body and head begun trembling from the devastating pain it was feeling.  His body started hitting the ceiling as the saws began to meet up as they cut through his neck.  Daniels cellmate John started twisting as he heard the thumping noises of Daniels’ body hitting the ceiling. 

The Dream Angel turns her head and sees Daniel awakening.  Her job is completed in this dream, as she quickly withdrew everything, the chains snapped back into her wrist as if they were retractable cords.  Daniels’ body, no longer being held by the chains dispensed from The Dream Angel fell from the ceiling with his body hitting the edge of the bed and his head hitting the top rail of the bed causing it to pop completely off as his body hit the floor.  John jumped up looking over at Daniel seeing a ghost like image of a little girl with long sandy brown hair disappear into the mist of a concrete wall.  He thinks his eyes are deceiving him until he sees Daniels’ bed covered in blood.  He glances down at Daniels’ body and notices he is covered in blood with his head missing as he see it roll against the wall between the two beds next to each other eight feet apart.

June Bug terrified, ran over to the gate, grabbed it and started shaking it, “Hey guard, guard!  Hey Turnkey, get me out of here!  Help, help, help.  Please get me out of here.”

CH. 6 “the cross up –good n evil”

            After claiming the soul of Daniel Cutwright, The Dream Angels soul is drawn back into the Room of Darkness, as Daniels’ soul is forced to follow.

            “Hey, where are you taking me,” Daniel ask as his soul is placed in a dark room where The Dream Angel keeps the souls of his kind.

            She’s crying now.  She hears him, but gives no response.  “Mommy can you hear me.  Mommy, mommy please, mommy can you help me.  I don’t want to hurt anyone else, please mommy I’m scared.  Why can’t you hear me mommy?”

            The Dream Angel is still crying while she thinks about the ritual her and family recited that may have trapped her soul where it is now.  She remembers everything vividly like songs and pictures in her head.  There was a family of fifteen members.  Uncles, Aunt’s, cousins and her mother.  They all stood in a circle as Tamaria’s mother Edna Armstrong started drawing a big circle with chalk around them handing each member a candle and toothpick.

            “I want each of you to use your toothpick to engrave the initials of your first and last name.  Then everyone will place their candle on the line, lighting them one after another in sequence from left to right starting from me.”

            Edna drew another circle with inside the circle they were standing and then drew a big star in the middle of that circle placing a big candle in the center of the star and lighting it.  Edna now carves her initials into her own candle and places it on the line and lights her candle, then everyone followed in sequence as she suggested clockwise from left to right.  Everyone’s candle was now lit in front of them.

            “Now I need us to join hands and everyone repeat after me.  When we ask to place our souls in a restful place, we all shall raise our hands together and blow out our own candles together.  After that we all will turn around and join hands, close our eyes and all blow out the candle in the center of the star at the same time.  Then we shall bow our heads and say Amen.  Is everyone ready to repeat after me?”  Edna asked.

            “Yes,” everyone responded.

            “O.k.” Edna said as she started the ritual.  “We come to you.”

            “We come to you.”

            “The Master of All.”

            “The Master of All.”

            “Not the Devil himself.”

            “Not the Devil himself.”

            “But the Lord we call.”

            “But the Lord we call.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “For we know we commit Sins.”

            “For we know we commit Sins.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “From sovereignties of injustice.”

            “From sovereignties of injustice.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “Protect us Our Seer.”

            “For our Trust is in U.”

            “For our Trust is in U.”

            “As our Shells rest.”

            “As our Shells rest.”

            “We deliver our souls to you.”

            “We deliver our souls to you.”

            “Evil has no command.”

            “Evil has no command.”

            “The Natures of our Souls.”

            “The Natures of our Souls.”          

            “Passes in your Demand.”

            “Passes in your Demand.”

            “We come to you Master.”

            “We come to you Master.”

            “With this Ritual.”

            “With this Ritual.”

            “To place our souls.”

“To place our souls.”

            “In a restful place.”

            “In a restful place.”

            Everyone did as Edna requested and raised their hands, blowing out their candles.  They all turned around, joined hands again, closed their eyes and blew out the candle that was lit inside the star.  Everyone proceeded to bow their heads in praise of Allah.

            “Amen,” everyone said at the same time.

            As the family members opened their eyes, the candle shot back up with a bright fire as a darkness of evil, sort of like a shadow shot out from the fire.  It looked like it was trying to escape through the ceiling, but Edna had already protected the house in case a mishap occurred making sure no evil would escape out into the real world.  She performed a séance herself before the arrival of family members.  The séance did protect the darkness from escaping, causing it to bounce off the ceiling, casting it under the floor back into the depths from which it came.

            Something else shot out from the candle.  It seemed to be the Light of God.  It was very bright, almost a blinding brightness, which caused everyone to turn their heads as it disappeared through the ceiling as if it was ghost passing through walls, leaving no damage.

            As the Darkness made its way to the floor it tore a hole in the floor as everyone watched in amazement, hoping they didn’t do anything wrong to corrupt their souls.  The funny thing was after the darkness disappeared, the damage that was done to the floor repaired itself as if there was no damage at all.

            Edna’s cousin Leanna asks, “What the hell was that Edna?”  “What just happened, what did you just do to us?” 

            “No one has any need to worry about anything.  All we did was ask the Lord to protect our souls and place them in a restful place. Now how did darkness come from the flames, I don’t know, but I do know this.  Our séance was strictly for the Lord and each and everyone one of our souls shall rest with the Lord.”

            No one really had any idea when performing this ritual they crossed up everything between Good and Evil, when they brought Satanism Circles of Candles and Star into play with a séance to Our Lord.  Now no one knows where their souls are going to lead to when departing from this world.  Everyone just assume that their souls would go to a restful place under supervision of Our Lord.

            In Tamaria’s case, her restful place wasn’t such a restful place.  She’s stuck somewhere she doesn’t want to be.  But like they say, God has a task for everyone and I guess this was the task Tamaria had to accept, but still wanted to escape from the dark prison where her soul has to rest.  She never knows if it is Night or Day.  Where she rest, it is never Day, never Light, but always Night.  A dark room stuck between the dimensions of Heaven and Hell.

You could hear the sounds of chains and keys jiggling as the corrections officers were running up the hallway in the direction of the room unit 346A to see what was all the commotion about.

            “June Bug, June Bug, what the hell’s going on in there,” corrections officer Gillespie hollered in a rasp but deep tone.

            “Get me out of here, get me out of here!  Please hurry, I didn’t do it!  There’s something in here,” as he pointed to Daniel’s headless body on the floor.

            “Holy shit,” Gillespie said in an improbable tone.

            There were six more C.O.’s behind him who had just witnessed what Gillespie just saw as June Bug pointed over to Daniel Cutwright headless body.  Gillespie quickly opened the gates as the guards pushed in and detained June Bug, throwing him to the floor.  One of the guards pushed his face against the floor while his knee was in his back.  Another guard grabbed his arms and swung them around his back as he cuffed him.

            “June Bug,” Gillespie pauses for a brief second.  “Listen I’m only going to ask one time and you better have a straight answer.  First, how and the hell did you pull this off and where is the weapon that you used.”

            “I didn’t do it, like I said, there’s something in here.”

            “So what you trying to tell me, a ghost just emerged from nowhere and did this.”

            “Exactly,” June Bug responded.

            “You damn fool; you must take me for an idiot.  Get him up off the floor,” Gillespie said.

            “I promise, I promise, I swear a little girl just left form here.  She went straight through the wall,” as June Bug pointed to the southwest corner of the wall as the guards stood him up.

            “I don’t want to hear nothing about this incident, do yah hear me,” Gillespie said to the other guards.

            “Yes sir,” everyone responded.

            “We can’t let this leak out to anyone on the compound.  Take him to the conference room.  He got to know more than what he just told us.”

            The guards preceded to take June Bug to the conference room as Gillespie followed.

CH. 7 “round 2 sports bar”

It’s dark and the lights are dim.  The club is jumping and Trina is having a good time.  She’s dancing on the dance floor by herself while Donald is checking her out.  Trina was strapped, cute and sexy and also obviously drunk.  She had a body shaped like a coca cola bottle and her cleavage was showing from her shirt like it was about to burst out.  She could see the imprint in Donald’s pants like he was about to bust.  Donald’s eyes were fixated on her as she gazed back at him she turned around and started shaking her booty.  He was twitching his legs back and forth as he could feel his pants getting wet.  She was teasing him as she turned back around in a slow circular motion dropping to the floor putting her forefinger in her mouth and pulling it out, motioning her finger for him to come to her as she licked her tongue around her lips.  He knew he wanted her.  He looked at her like a piece of steak on a platter.

            Donald got up and made his way to the dance floor to dance with Trina.  She grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips as she turned around.  Trina bent over and started shaking her ass.  She could now feel that nice imprint she saw in Donald’s pants as he started to grind on her as they fuck danced on the floor.  While Trina was bumping as Donald was grinding, she put her right hand behind her and grabbed on the rod that was planted in Donald’s pants.  What she felt left such a nice impression on her, she began turning around facing Donald.  As Trina was turning around the DJ switched the song to R. Kelly’s Bump & Grind song, “I don’t see nothing wrong, see nothing wrong, with a little Bump and Grind Baby.”  Donald wanting to get to know her pulled her closer to him as they slow danced.

            “So what’s your name chocolate and sexy?”  Donald asks.

            “Trina.”

            “Hi Trina, I’m Donald.”

            “Donald, hmmm, you feel nice and packing pretty big and strong down there.”  She buries her nose into the shoulder part of his shirt and takes a long sniff, “Hmmm and you smell good to baby.  Oooh, my kind of man.”

            “And you my kind of girl sexy,” Donald responds.

            Trina feeling perpetuated with the nice stiffness in Donald’s pants made her horny and hornier from each time she got poked as they slow danced on the floor.  She closed her eyes and daydreamed about Donald stroking and taking advantage and poking her in the right place.

            Donald seeing that his hardness wasn’t bothering but arousing Trina kissed her on the neck while her eyes were closed in deep thought. “That must be something good you’re thinking about baby.”

            “Oh baby I was just thinking how good and hard you feel and poking me in all the wrong places.  I wish I could see how it feels in the right place.”

            “You could baby, let’s get out of here and go somewhere more private,” Donald said.

            Donald and Trina began to make their way from the dance floor leaving the Round 2 Sports Bar.  You should have seen Trina’s eyes when she saw what vehicle Donald was driving.  A new pearl black Camaro SS with chrome stripes going around it.  Two chrome stripes on the hood of the car sitting on 18’s with chrome wheels.  Donald opened the passenger door and smacked Trina on the ass as she was getting in.  Before Donald could even get straddled up he could feel the authenticity of Trina’s hand on his leg working its way to his bilingual part.  She could feel nature rising as she started to unzip Donald’s pants.  Donald started mashing on the gas flying north up Livernois making a quick left entering John C. Lodge freeway heading west.

            “You think you can handle that baby?”  Donald asked.

            Donald was heading west wanting to come up on Telegraph until he felt the warmth sensation of Trina’s lips wrapping around his manhood, he immediately made a quick exit coming up on the Greenfield and Eight Mile exit taking the service drive crossing Greenfield.  He made a right turn pulling up through the gates of the Crystal House and parking.  That was the slum of motels but Trina had his sex organism kicking in at its peak, he just wanted to get her in a room as soon as possible.

            Trina raised her head and looked around.  “Where are we?”  She asked.

            “Were somewhere you might not wanna be, but I want you so bad I can’t wait.”

            “Good then big sexy, I want you so bad I can’t wait either,” Trina said.

            Back at the office Nikki was making calls getting information on a family member and friend of Andrew’s who stayed in Hamtramck, MI.  She didn’t have time to contact them because she was in a rush to leave out and do a little investigating in Wyandotte, Michigan where the missing children were found.  On her way out the office she gave Vanessa two sticky notes, “Vess, I need you to check these two numbers and verify that there still registered to the names I have written down.  Use your creativeness but don’t let them know you’re from a private eye business.”

            “I’m right on it,” Vanessa responded.

            “Thanks Vess,” Nikki said as she left the office.

            17600 Ryan Road, Ryan Correctional Facility; Lieutenant Corrections Officer Theophus Gillespie along with six other C.O.’s, Torrence, Keith, Deangelo, Albert, Jessica and Valare escorted June Bug to the conference room also known as the interrogation room.  Jessica and Keith were in front.  They opened the door and went in first standing on the side of the door waiting for everyone else to enter. 

            Once all had entered the room Lieutenant Gillespie pulled his baton out and pointed it to the end of the table on the right side of the entrance, “Sit June Bug over there,” he ordered.  Alright, everyone can have a seat now,” Lieutenant Gillespie suggested.

            Everyone grabbed a chair and sat down.  Lieutenant Gillespie grabbed a chair and dragged it over by June Bug and sat down.  The facility was on lockdown and two guards were placed outside the entrance door of June Bug’s room.

            “O.k. June Bug, you can start explaining to us what happened in there?”  Lieutenant Gillespie asked.

            “Like I said, I didn’t do anything to Daniel.  He was laying down reading a book and I was laying down writing a letter.  Next I heard Daniel snoring.  I continued writing my letter, then Daniel started mumbling, which is something he’s been doing for the past three or four days whenever he falls asleep.  I had to wake him a few times out of nightmares he was having.  Last thing I remember after that was Daniel swinging his fist in the air like he was fighting.  I was tired to, eventually I fell to sleep.  I felt like I was in a dream when I fell to sleep from all the commotion I was hearing but I guess I was too tired to get up, then I heard some loud thumping noises and eventually woke up.  I was sleeping facing the door. When I turned around to see what was wrong with Daniel I saw a little girl floating through the wall with long blonde hair.  Her appearance looked faded as I can see straight though her like she was an image coming from a projector.  I thought my sight was conceiving me until I looked down and saw all that blood on Daniel’s bed.  Then when I looked down on the floor next to Daniel’s bed and saw his body with his head missing, I knew something paranormal, abnormal or whatever you want to call it was happening.  I jumped out of bed already scared and then kicked his head by mistake.  That freaked me out and I got scared for my own life not knowing what kind of entity we had in our room.  That’s when you heard me shaking on the gates screaming for my life.  Who or whatever did that to him might have wanted to come back for me and I wasn’t trying to find out, I just wanted out of there.  Please, whatever you do just don’t put me back in that room.  I’ll go anywhere, even the hole if that’s what it takes for me not to have to go back there,” June Bug said. 

            “Pipe down June Bug, you don’t have to worry about going back to that room or the hole for that matter.  You haven’t done anything wrong correct?”  Lieutenant Gillespie asked.

            “That’s correct sir.  I told you everything I know in detail as it really happened and what I witnessed with my own eyes.  You know, he must have done something awfully bad to bring back something like that,” June Bug answered.

CH. 8 “garden of lust”

Everyone was on their job handling the business David related to his girlfriend Ophelia. Ophelia was on the internet researching Dream Catchers. Vanessa was on the phone checking up on the numbers that Nikki gave her. Nikki was just pulling up on W. Link Road in Wyandotte, Michigan. She recognized the vehicle parked out in front of the house. It was her cousin Detective Latrina Days’ car. Nikki parked and watched as she saw the officers on the outside surveilling around the house. She got out and started approaching the house.

Officer Nelson held his hand up, “Hold right there. You can’t enter the premises right now.”

Nikki standing close enough to pass Officer Nelson her business card, “How are you officer, my name is Nikki and I noticed Detective Days’ vehicle (Nikki pointing over to Detective Days’ car). I’m her cousin and private investigator. Is it possible you can let her know I’m out here?”

Everyone was huddled together in the living room of the house they were searching when Sgt. Rhodes walkie-talkie went off, “Sgt. Rhodes, Officer Nelson here, come in.”

“Sgt. Rhodes here, Officer Nelson is everything clear out there?”

“Check, Sgt. Rhodes is everything clear out here?” Clears his throat, “But we have a private investigator out here, Detective Days’ cousin.”

Latrina heard the message and replied to Sgt. Rhodes, “Sgt. That’s my cousin Nikki, she must know something or investigating something that would have made her come all the way out here.” She gestures her two hands together about three inches below her chin as if she’s praying giving him an obscure look, “Please Sarge, just one favor I ask, can she come in?”

Sgt. Rhodes seeing the hurt in her eyes after he saw the pictures of her daughter she showed him made him realize it was meant for her cousin Nikki to show up, “Officer Nelson, escort Nikki in --- over.”

“Roger,” Officer Nelson responded. “Nikki, its okay, come on.”

“Thank you,” Nikki responded.

The two approached the entrance with Officer Nelson opening the door allowing Nikki to enter. When Nikki enters she sees her cousin Detective Day holding pictures in her hand shedding tears from her eyes. She rushes over to her grabbing her to comfort and find out what’s wrong with her, “What’s wrong Trina?”

Trina lamenting even more passes Nikki the pictures.

“Oh my God, Leslie, where did you get these pictures and what’s wrong with that guy on the couch?”

Detective Day answering in a sobbed voice, “I found these pictures upstairs in the closet alone with other pictures taped to the wall inside of a closet. The guy on the couch is dead,” Detective Day said.

Officer Bingham walks over toward Detective Day and Nikki, “Did I hear you say you found those pictures upstairs on a wall?”

“Yes, “Detective Day responded.

“Can I have a look at them?” Officer Bingham asked.

Detective Day passes the pictures to Officer Bingham. He takes a brief look at them, passes them back and walks over to Sgt. Rhodes.

“Hey Sarge,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” the sarge whispers back. “What’s the big secret, why are you whispering?”

“Detective Day just showed me some pictures of her daughter. She’s in the basement, their all dead, all six of them lying on wooded tables.”

“Damn Officer Bingham why didn’t you say this earlier?”

“I did, that is what I was telling you about that was important downstairs you have to see,” Officer Bingham responded.

Sergeant Rhodes stood up and looked at everyone, “Ok everyone listen up, were about to search the basement and after that we’ll continue our search upstairs. Detective Day, you can stay up here with your cousin Nikki.”

“No Sarge, I would like to continue the search as well,” Detective Day replied.

“All is said. Then Nikki could you stay with your cousin?”

“As long as it’s not a problem with you,” Nikki responds.

“Everyone behind me,” Sgt. Rhodes commanded. “Detective Day, everyone be prepared to the worst.”
Sgt Rhodes proceeded walking from the living room into the dining room making a quick right leading to the kitchen. Now he’s making another right heading to the door leading to the basement. After taking five steps down stairs as everyone followed, Sgt. Rhodes became disheartened after seeing the children lying on wood tables that looked like some wood someone had just cut and drilled together. He stops and turn around while holding onto the rail with his right hand putting his left hand up in the stop position, “Hold right there.” He lets go of the rail and presses his chirp button. Chirp, chirp, Sgt. Rhodes to dispatch, come in dispatch.”

Ophelia’s back at the office fulfilling her duties. She is dialing her first number, 313-555-1125. The phone rings three times before someone answers. The phone picks up on the other end, “Hello.”

“How are you, is this the Lighthorse residence?” Vanessa asks?

“Yes it is. May I ask who is it I’m speaking with?”

“Yes you may Ms. Lighthorse. My name is Vanessa and I’m calling on behalf of a non-profit organization. We have a team of pro-bono lawyers that look into the cases of the wrongfully accused. Are you the mother of Andrew Lighthorse?”

“Yes I am,” Ms. Lighthorse responded.

“Well we have been researching Andrews’ case. Would it be possible if I could check for the next available appointment I can schedule for one of our attorneys to come out and discuss with you how we may be able to assist your son?”

You could see the joy on Ms. Lighthorse face, “Why, yes, I would be pleased to speak with one of your attorneys Vanessa.”

“Thank you Ms. Lighthorse, I’ll be giving you a call back soon.”

“That’s fine and thank you so much for your concern.”

“Thank you as well and you have a blessed day Ms. Lighthorse,” Vanessa said.

“You have a blessed day as well, bye, bye.”

“Goodbye,” Vanessa responded.

Both parties hung up.

Ophelia was at home handling her requests as well pounding away on the keyboard pulling up everything possible on dream catchers and printing it. Hours had passed by. She had a stack of sheets, maybe about forty to fifty sitting in the tray opening of the printer. She was getting tired and a little buzzed from the cognac on the rocks she was drinking.   The phone starts ringing - ring, ring, ring, “Hello,” Ophelia answers then pressing five accepting the collect call from David.

“Ha pretty, did you get a chance to talk to my Aunt Nikki? David asked.

“Oh yeah hunny, I spoke to her. She asked me if I had heard something about missing kids and then said she’ll check into that Lighthorse. About an hour later a news cast came on and they said there were six children found dead in the basement of a home in Wyandotte, Michigan. They even found the abductor in the living room on the couch dead.”

“Did they say how the guy on the couch died?” David asked.

“No, they just said authorities weren’t releasing any information until everyone was identified,” Ophelia responded.

Back at the Crystal House Donald was feeling good. He was trying to zip up his pants while Trina was stroking his manhood in the palm of her hands.

“Hold on ba’ I’m about to go in and get us a room, we can’t do it out here in the parking lot.”

“Hurry baby I’m wet. It’s throbbing baby.” She’s talking slurrishly, “I want to feel you inside of me Daddy.”

Donald gets out of the car, “Be right back in a second, keep it wet for me now.”
Donald makes his way to the office. He’s in there for a few minutes or so while Trina’s inside of the car playing with herself with her eyes closed. Donald exits the office and makes his way back to the vehicle. As he approaches the car he could see Trina hand between her legs under her skirt as he witness her lips moving in the motions of her moans.

Donald opens Trina door, “Save some of that juice for me sexy.”

Donald takes Trina by the hand and escorts her out the car. “Baby I’m soaking wet. I got juice for you all night Daddy,” Trina responded as Donald escorted her to the room.

Room 118, Donald opens the door, Trina walks in and take her high heels off and flops on the bed with her legs open. She’s moaning rubbing between the crevices of her inner thighs, “Is this what you want Daddy? She’s a naughty girl, come beat her up.”

Donald had a bag in his hand with drinks inside. A fifth of Quervo 1800 Silver, two lemons, salt and two large plastic cups.  He set everything atop the dresser drawer, licked the back of his hand, put salt on it and said, “Let’s have a few drinks first.” He filled his cap up, downed his shot and licked the salt from the back of his hand.

“Anymore of that and I’m go want to tell you to,” Trina started singing, (“Beat it, eat it, taste it—now feel it up-baby, now-make her go—crazy, with, with---your lovin’, got a sexual feelin’ , to your sexual appealin’, that-makes-me-want-to-tell-you-to-tear-it-up). Now let me stop trippin’. Of course I’ll have a drink with you, but think you’ll be able to satisfy my needs when were done?”

Donald was fixing Trina a shot, “Definitely sexy, it will be guaranteed all night satisfaction from me.”

Donald sat down on the bed next to Trina and passed her the cap of Quervo 1800 Silver and had the salt in his other hand. “I want some lemon to,” Trina requested.

Donald got up and grabbed the lemon for her, sat back down and gave it to her. Trina licked the back of her hand and sprinkled salt on it, then took her drink like a man, licked the salt from the back of her hand. Then Donald grabbed her, they kissed and were like two wild horses untamed. Trina was wild just the way Donald liked it. Donald was already aroused and Trina was the total package, 5’7, 140lbs, 36c, caramel but a light caramel. The texture of her skin, no flaws were visible, her skin look with caressed. Her face had a polite brightness to it and the seductive move she was in had Donald reeled in. A lot went down in the room. The two of them sweat together in laughter staring in each other’s eyes. Donald still on top with a piece of sweat dripping from his nose onto Trina’s nose makes them laugh as they kiss. A kiss of passion as her lips clashed against his.

 “I can do this forever,” Trina moaned seductively.

Donald still on top staring at her kisses her while he is rubbing her hair backwards. He rises up the both of them opening their eyes at the same time caught up in rapture. “Well you know what? I feel like this could be forever, if we were under the alter, I would say –I DO.-

Trina with her eyes partially open and a smile on her face inhales and exhales with a moan saying, “Hmmm, hmmm, I know a place where that can happen right now baby.

Dante looked at her joyously and said, “Stop playin’ wit’ yo’ sexy self, we’ll have a drink to that.”

“You first and I’m following.”

Dante looks at her, fills his cap and chug it up. Licks his salt and taste a little lemon while Trina licks the back of her hand and has it out next to him. He sprinkles a little salt on the back of her hand, filled the cap and passed it to Trina. She downed it, passed the cap back to Dante as she licked the salt off the back of her hand, getting the lemon out of Dante’s hand. He put the cap back on the bottle as Trina got a light taste of lemon. They both placed their items on the table next to the bed caressing, hugging and kissing more. There were a succulent of vibes profound amongst the two at first sight. To Donald she was his princess. To Trina she felt comfortable, protected. The knight she has waited and longed for just like in the fairy tales. Don’t forget the two of them buzzing in the club but the both of them were still having shots continuously. They kissed again. A long passionate one, both of them commenced moaning at the same time.

“Baby, I’m ready whenever you are, I can feel my soul-mate,” Donald said.

“Ooh I like that, someone who can take control, then I follow my throne, my king and I will be his queen.”

He takes Trina by the hand and grabs her under gear holding it out on his forefinger, “Come on let’s do it, I’m serious. I can be with you for the rest of my life,” Donald says.

Trina grabs her under garments and started putting them on, Donald started putting his on making sure to keep the same paste as Trina while she was getting dressed. Trina is putting on her earrings while he is buttoning up his shirt. Trina is now getting ready to put her belt on as Donald walks over to her putting on his belt. He was precise with his timing as the both of them buckled up together. They looked at each other once more and began kissing.   Trina pauses on the kiss, “Hold on, wait a minute, what are we going use for our rings?” she asked.

“Where is the alter room that you’re talking about?” Donald asked.

“It’s in the Northwest Activity Center located on the corner of Curtis and Meyers. Family and I know a pastor that leases a suite there and he turned it into a 24hr. alter room for people who wanted a quick and simple marriage. All I have to do is call him; he’ll be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes, but what about the rings?” Trina asked again.
“I have a new men’s ring I bought last month. It’s still new in the box, never wore it. We can go and get it, then shoot up to the 24hr Super K-Mart, quickly pick out a women’s ring, you call the pastor when were on our way back to the city and we can all meet up at the same time.”
“I’m wit’ it, what are we waiting on?”
Donald grabs his keys off the table along with the drink, salt and lemon. Trina grabs her purse and the two of them whisks out of the room. Donald is a total complete gentlemen opening the door for Trina. Before Trina can get in, he turns her around and gives her another kiss with a firm embrace.
“So you’re going to be my wifey?” Donald asks.
“Will you cherish the moment and good times we just had in sickness and in health till death do us part?”
“I will,” Donald, answered.
“So like I said, what are we waiting on?” Trina asked once more.
Donald kisses her one last time, “Now we’re waiting on you to get in,” Donald says.
Trina gets in, Donald closes the door and in on the driver side. He takes in a deep breath and exhales, “Guess you’re about to be all mines princess.”
Trina rubbing him down starting from his chest down to his private part says, “And I guess all this will be mines my Knight in Shining Armor.”
Trina did not know she was about to commit to a multi-millionaire well-established real estate owner. She also didn’t have time to learn of the skeletons of his pass which brought the dark side of with the territory.
Deante Clankton, President and CEO of D’Clankton Realtors, LLC. is driving west now on 8 Mile Rd. He pulls up in front of his house in Farmington Hills and ask Trina, “Would you like to come in?”
“No, you go on in and grab your ring. I have plenty of time to come in.”
Donald goes in grabs his ring and is back in the car within minutes. He gets in, puts the car in drive and takes off. “You do know I said we’ll go to a 24hr K-Mart, but that’s just for now. Were going later on to get a real ring that represents you as my wife boo.”
Trina glanced into Donald’s eyes zealously as she called the pastor. He picks up on his end of the line, “Hello, Pastor Gleamor.”
“Hi pastor, this Trina, I need you.”
“What could you need this early in the morning?” Pastor Gleamor asks.
My soul mate and I were thinking about eloping, but I told him about your 24hr. alter room. Is it available?”
“Yes, I could provide these services, but let me be honest, the ceremony is going to be very brief and quick and then four to six weeks you should be receiving your marriage license in the mail. It will take us approximately ten minutes to perform the ceremony and take care of the paper transactions; the cost is two hundred and fifty dollars.”
Donald is whispering to Trina, “Ha, what’s he saying?”
She whispers back, “He saying the ceremony will be brief and quick. The cost is two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“Ask him how long before he get there?” Donald asks Trina to ask the pastor.
“So how long will it take for you to get there pastor?” Trina asks.
“I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
“Good, we should be arriving at the same time,” Trina says.
“Ok, see you there in twenty minutes.”
“See you there,” Trina says as she hangs up the phone.
Donald pulling into the K-Mart Supercenter located on Telegraph, “Were here princess.”
“You got us here quick. That’s good, because the pastor said he’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Donald is now parking in a spot across from the entrance, “Twenty minutes, we better put a rush on it,” he said.
Trina and Donald exit the car at the same time and enter K-Mart. They found the jewelry department and quickly chose a ring. They were in and out in less than five minutes. Donald taking Telegraph Rd. south entering the John C. Lodge Freeway south coming up on the 7 Mile exit makes a left, then a right on Meyers Rd. They pulled into the Northwest Activity Center located at the southeast corner of Meyers off Curtis.
“There is Pastor Gleamor car. I’ll call him and let him know were here,” She’s dialing, Pastor Gleamor picks up, “Hello.”
“Hi are you pastor, were at the door.”
“On my way down,” Pastor Gleamor answers.
Trina and Donald now at the door hug and give each other a nice short peck on the lips. Pastor Gleamor opens the door and Donald and Trina follows him upstairs where he performs his ceremonies. He opens the door, Trina and Donald follows him upstairs where Pastor Gleamor performs his ceremonies.
He opens the door, “Ok Trina, I need you two to come over here and stand in front of the palladium.” He reaches his right hand out, “I need two hundred and fifty dollars before we start the ceremony.”
Donald passed the monies requested and the two of them were married in no time. They both said their 'I do’s'.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Pastor Gleamor acknowledges.
Donald picks up Trina and the both of them kisses passionately as if they were high school sweethearts. The pastor passes Donald a sheet on a clipboard, “Here, I need the both of your signatures and date it by the x-marks. I can then send your paperwork off and you should be receiving your marriage license in the mail within four to six weeks.”
Donald signs and dates it, then passes it to Trina. She signs with her maiden and new last name Clankton, dates it and passes the tablet back to Pastor Gleamor.
He takes the tablet, “Ok, that’s it. We are all done here. May the two of you live a long and prosperous life together?”
“Thank you Pastor Gleamor,” Trina said.
Donald giving the pastor a handshake says, “And I like to thank you as well for performing our ceremony on such short notice.”
“That’s no problem, that’s what this alter room is for. Occasions like this, require spontaneous, quick on the spot marrying. Propose today, and get married in minutes. Ok, I got to tail it on home. I still have important business to take care of in the morning.”
Pastor Gleamor, Trina and Donald all leaves the alter room now exiting the Northwest Activity Center. They get in their cars and depart.
“Man, I can’t believe this, one night in a bar and I’m married,” Donald said.
“See what alcohol will do to you. You don’t think you made a mistake do you?” Trina asked.
“Oh baby, this could never be a mistake being married to you. Look at you, you are gorgeous, I love you. Love at first sight, I’ll love you for the rest of my life,” Donald responded.
“I feel the same way, but now how do I introduce you to my daughter and family. She’s eight years old and no one has ever seen you. How do I explain getting married on such short notice? How are we going to do our living arrangements?” Trina asks Donald.
“I have plenty of room boo. If you like, I would like for you and your daughter to move in with me. You can get your stuff together and when your daughter goes to school in the morning we can go out and buy a few things to prepare her bedroom and as far as you, if I got you, I got us.”
“You sure know how to make a lady feel safe and secure. Ohhh this is a good feeling I’m feeling right now. You know I want some more of that good loving big sexy before I go home and start preparing my things,” Trina says.
“Who you tellin’, I could never have enough of you. It’s only five thirty in the morning; we have the room till eleven. What about your daughter, doesn’t she have school in the morning?”
Trina is calling her sister Danita in the early morning hour as she is answering Donald’s question, “Of course she has school, but my sister will take her.”
Danita sluggishly answers the phone, “Hello.”
“Morning Danita, I know it’s early, but can you take Tina to school in the morning? I’ll be there shortly with something I hope to be good news,” Trina said.
Danita glances at the time on her cell phone, “Girl it’s five thirty five in the morning, what do you have so important this time of the morning?
“Danita I just need this one favor. I know it’s early, but if you can take her to school, I promise I’ll be home. I have something to tell you.”
“Go ahead and handle your business, I have the alarm set anyway. I got Tina. See you when you get here, I want to hear the good news,” Danita said.
“Thanks see you when I get there.”
“Ok, bye,” Danita replied.
Both parties hung up.
Donald’s pulling back up to the hotel, “So what she say wifey?” Donald asks.
“Just like I said, she got her, now what are we about to do?” She asks as she gropes his manhood.
“You already know what we about to do, let’s see who gives first,” Donald responds grabbing her hand that she is groping him with.  “You ready, time to go in wifey and let me show what I’m about to do. Damn! Love at first sight,” he says softly twitching his head.  “I love you,” Donald says caught up in the glaze that sparkled in Trina’s light hazel brown eyes.

            “Let’s see what type of wind you got, we have five hours,” Trina said with her drink already in hand as she exited the car.

            Donald on hard, hurried and grabbed his drink and commenced to his exit.          

CH. 9-----“THE TRUTH being revealed”

            The souls that remain trapped are witnessing Sgt. Rhodes standing at the stairs.  Sergeant Rhodes can see all the children lying on wooden tables that looked like three strips of plywood drilled together.  He can also see Detectives Day daughter lying on one of the tables that occupied the corpses.

The children souls run toward the stairs and little Tierra see her mother behind Sgt. Rhodes, “Mommy I’m right here, mommy- mommy, down here.”

“I’m sorry Tierra, they can’t hear you, they can’t see you,” The Dream Angels says in sorrow.

“But I can hear and see them.  Why, why can’t she hear me?”  Little Tierra ask The Dream Angel.

In an instant The Dream Angels sorrow turns to rage before answering Tierra’s question.  She flares up and faces the children killer and threw her arms out forward wielding their abductor sailing in the air with the same clamps that are around his neck, wrists and ankles to the wall with each clamp opening embedding its ends into the wall. You can see rage of fire coming from The Dream Angel’s eyes as the clamps clutched into the wall making him feel the new eternal life soul being squelched under the mercy of her control.

“I’m so sorry for my disturbed behavior, but I had to get him situated so he don’t think he have time for a big escape.”

Before The Dream Angel gets situated little Tierra is already running upstairs, “Mommy mommy, I’m right here.”  She passes right through Sgt. Rhodes and grasps straight through her mother. “What’s happening to me?”  Little Tierra drops to her knees alongside her mother kneeled down with her forearms covering her eyes crying, “What’s wrong with me, what happened?”  Little Tierra ask.

“Everyone upstairs, everyone upstairs,” Sgt. Rhodes commands in a rush like manner waving the backside of his right hand for the officers to go upstairs as he creep up behind them slowly.

You can hear The Dream Angel’s new catch Christopher trying to get the officers attention, “Officer! Officer! Please officers if you can hear me, please help!”  He pleaded.  “Oh God, please spare me.  Why are you doing this to me, I prayed and begged for you forgiveness?  Christopher asks as he grasp for air.

The Dream Angel began to float over to little Tierra as she weeps she comfortably holds her and little Tierra realizes she now can float as The Dream Angel.  “Wow, I can fly now.  Does this means I can go thru walls also?”  She takes off in a rush, “Weeee, I can fly.”  She floats thru the wall and comes back out.  “Look, I can even float thru walls.”  She quickly exits through the ceiling leading to the main floor and comes back quickly, “I can go thru walls but I can’t leave the house, why is that?”  Little Tierra ask.

Christopher is still screaming for help, “Shut up already!  I told you, you were dead!  See how we all can communicate together but with no one else.  Well, thanks to you, their non-existent and thanks to me, I made sure you joined us. Oh boy, you’re going to think you’re in Hell,” The Dream Angel said dauntingly.  “Prayers aren’t answered all at once.  I would assume I heard you, well, maybe not you, but I heard and felt all the pain you inflicted on others, so I guess you can call me your new owner.

The Dream Angel turns to little Tierra ad gently whispers, “I know things are a little hard to grasp and take in right now but the things that you had are in the pass right now.  They now live in the living world where we live in the non-living world.  They can see nor hear us.  Family and friends who have passed and made it to the other side will be waiting for you once you’ve received the light into Heaven.”  The Dream Angel starts to wither away, “Listen I can’t control my time of stay and my time is up.”

The Dream Angel floats over to Christopher and motions her wrists in a twisted motion as she yanked the chains from the wall grabbing her passenger.  The children had more questions to ask but only had time to ask one more, hoping for a quick response.

“You never told us how to get out of here?”  Michael asks.

“Like I said, I can’t tell how you will be released but your bodies are found so your souls should be freed soon.”

They could no longer see The Dream Angel nor their abductor as they vanished into thin air but they heard her last words, “You all will be accepted into the light since you were all taken within the time of life’s grace period.  It’s just a matter of time,” as you could hear the distant echoes of The Dream Angel fade away.

Now Sergeant Rhodes, the lieutenant, officers, homicide detectives and private investigator Nikki are all upstairs in the kitchen by the basement door.

“O.k. everybody, it’s not a pretty sight down there and I’m not about to sugar coat anything but it looks like one of those kids on the table could be little Tierra.”

Sgt. Rhodes realized too late that he inappropriately spoke to soon.  Homicide Detective Day went into frenzy mode.  She lodged straight for the basement.

Sgt. Rhodes hollered and grasp at Detective Day’s arm, “Wait we can’t tamper with anything or anyone down there,” but she just shrugged and whisked right pass him.

Before he could get the rest of the word out Detective Day was already downstairs.  She walks straight too little Tierra.  She slouches down with both arms over her crying, “Oh Lord, oh God no, whyyy, why God?”  She grabs her off the table crying, “Lord why?  She was just a baby.”  She falls back into the wall in a puddle of tears with little Tierra in her arms.  She’s rocking her back in forth rubbing her hands through her hair.  She’s crying, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.  Lord what did I do to deserve this?  Why God… Why?”

Little Tierra is standing over her mother jumping up and down waving her hands in the air, “I’m right here mommy, mommy-mommy right here in front of you,” she says desperately in a hurtful voice as she grabs her mother and grasps right through her, “Why can’t she hear me, can somebody tell me?  She asks crying.

Michael walks over to little Tierra and grabs her.  Detectives Day cousin Nikki walks over to her, kneels down and put her arms around her and little Tierra to comfort her a little.

Nikki is patting Detective Day on the back as she cries, “I know Trina,” she sniffles, “She’s in a better place.  It was just her time.  Everyone has their time.  I guess the special one’s get called home sooner than others.”

“Noooo! It wasn’t her time.”  She clutches onto her daughter real tight as she continues to rock and brush her hands through her hair, “Lord, please bring her back to me, show us that you exist, she’s just a little girl.”

The other officers who are watching, eyes are beginning to water.  You could hear sniffles amongst the living and non-living.  Now everyone’s crying.  The officers who were surveilling the outside are now watching everyone pull up at the same time.  Wyandotte Police, Detroit Police, Livonia Police, Wayne County Sheriffs, Highland Park Police, Dearborn Police, Lincoln Park Police, Taylor Police, Southgate Police three ambulance trucks along with two Wyandotte fire trucks with paramedics inside and a helicopter surfaced over the area.  News crews were coming in quick.  All the streets were blocked.  I guess news casters Carla Lewis and reporter Jackie Cook felt the need to be there first.  As soon as word came through to dispatch services and news casters got word, Mrs. Lewis and Mrs. Cook were already headed out the office with the same thoughts in mind.

“Are you thinking what I am thinking?” Carla asks Jackie.

“Hell yeah, I just might.  We do have a helicopter just sitting at Detroit Metro Airport we split a monthly parking fee on every month.  This would be a good time to use it.  We will be the first ones there,” Jackie says.

They are now exiting the building at 160 Victor St in Highland Park, Michigan and getting in Carla’s new Benz.  A beige convertible E350 Cabriolet chromed out with a color chromed rag top.  Before Jackie could barely get in Carla was already in and had hit the switch letting the top down.  Jackie didn’t even have her seatbelt on yet and can hear the tires screeching and feel the car curtailing as Carla smashed on the gas heading east on Victor Street turning right on Oakland St heading to the Davison East Freeway.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t kill us for we get there, Carla slow down, what’s the rush, where we going?”  Jackie asks.

“Just like you said, we do have a helicopter so we can be the first ones there.  The metro airport is about ten minutes away; I bet I can have us there with-in three minutes.”  She clutched and patted the stirring wheel like it was her baby, “Time to see what she’s made of,” Carla said as she turned left hitting the East Davison Freeway, blasting her music flying like she was in a jet coming on to Chrysler 75 south pulling on to Edsel Ford 94 freeway heading east.

Jackie bobbing her head to the Young Jeezy song (Never be the same) and thinking to herself, “Hell yeah, if you’re going to drive like this, this is the right time for it,” she thought.

There was an eight man unit just adjacent diagonally south across from the cell where Daniel was beheaded and June Bug was screaming.  At the time of the incident things happened so fast.  June Bug screamed and hollered perfidiously as the sounds creped through the hallways of someone trying to pull the gates out the brick walls.  Everyone running down the hall now, sounds like an army of feet trampling as you can hear nothing but keys and chains dangling.  So much commotion, the screaming, the continuous yanking on the gates as you can see crumbles of bricks starting to fizzle off the walls.  Everyone ran right pass Tedo he laid there paralyzed in thought watching the whole event, unable to move, unable to speak, froze in his sleep.  Tedo watched the whole show-down that just took place across the cell from him.  Watching as splashes of blood filled the air and covered the walls.  It was showering in there like a rain forest, sprinkles splattered everywhere ( RED – RED – RED ), as he watched two miniature saws, saw away Daniels head until it was completely severed.  Tedo fights to wake up out of his dream.  He can’t move, he can’t do anything but watch.  The Dream Angel sees him, but he is not a pedophile.  Tedo is of no interest to her, but she is still puzzled as to how he could visually see her.  The Dream Angel continued on for what she came for.  Each splash, Tedo could feel the pain Daniel was enduring.  It all happened so fast.  This little girl was in and out in a flash.  She came alone and left with her prey.  Straight through a wall of nothingness, the two souls disappeared.  The pressure with each pull as June Bug, a big guy yanked on the gates you could see chips of paint, chizzles of bricks as the gate was loosening from the wall.  No one noticed Tedo was in his room across the hall, since that room was known to always be empty, except for times when the prison was on lock down.  Tedo watched everything as June Bug slept through the showers of blood that sprinkled on his sheets and socks that stretched at the bottom uncovered.  There was not very much noise.  The Dream Angel knew how to work quietly and knew how to keep her prey silent.

Tedo watched how everyone breezed right by him as June Bug continued to holler for help, he squelched beneath his bed out of view from officers coming down the hall.   Tedo watched the murder, the tormenting.  He watched everything as June Bug slept endlessly through all the commotion.

He watched how all the Co’s roughed up June Bug. 

June Bug looking frightened as hell with his socks covered in sprinkles of blood and a witness from the beginning to the very end paralyzed in freight hiding under his bed.  Tedo sees the commotion going on and flashbacks of the events that just took place.  Pictures of that little ghost evaded his mind of how he witnessed her come thru the wall, torture, kill and take Daniel’s soul.  She even gave him eye contact as she exited taking the soul of Daniel Cutwright in shackles that looked like something she created virtually from the limbs of her ghostly body.  She carried an angels brightness but burnt with fire of rage.  You could see the emptiness, you could see the madness and you can also see the joy she rejoiced as she taunted Daniel.  He could hear all the questions the C.O.’s were shooting to June Bug.  He saw when the coroners arrived, did their quick investigation and removal of Daniel Cutwright’s corpse.

            No one still recognized Tedo was hiding under his bed.  All the commotion was over with and the next movement had begun.

            “Ten Minute Movement,” you could hear over the facilities speaker systems.  Tedo tried to slide out of his cell room without anyone noticing he was in the building.

            Tedo’s cell was not far from the exit doors on hip Pod.  Tedo is now out on the yard, out of sight, unnoticed.  He was more like one of the pretty boys in the prison.  Not too tall, five feet seven inches, muscular build.  He worked out, stayed in shape, had the curly straight hair with eyes that looked like they changed colors from hazel brown to a sky blue in different shades of light.  Twenty years later Tedo is thirthy-three years old and never forgot or could put his pass behind him.  Now he is doing time on a murder conviction against a guy that took his childhood.  He saw a psychologist and he were not rendered crazy.  His psychiatrist only diagnosed him with him hatred against pedophiles and a vengeance to get even.  At his trial, Tedo painted a picture of the events that took place in his childhood years that got his sentence knocked down to manslaughter.  On the yard, now he is waking and can’t believe what he just saw.

“What up Tedo?  David said.

Tedo’s pace for jogging panned out to be a walk and talk conversation, “Nothing just need to walk,” Tedo replied.

“Hey, did you see all the C.O.’s running in your building, did you see anything, what happened?

“No, I didn’t see nothing, but I think I seen something.  Have you seen June Bug or Daniel anywhere,” Tedo asks David.

“Haven’t seen either one of them, why you ask that.  Is that what all this commotion is about?  Yah all are in the same unit, plus your cell is right across from theirs.  Come on what happened?  I know you saw something, I can keep a secret.

“Something I just saw is something more of the unnatural, shit supernatural.”  He shrugged his shoulders, “nothing to talk about, you wouldn’t believe it anyway.”

“Probably not, I don’t believe in ghost but I do believe in ghost coming in our sleep.  I have seen some of my kin folk in my dreams but my eyes were open and I couldn’t move.”  Still walking on the left side of Tedo, David extended his right arm out nudging Tedo to his side.  “Come on Tedo, what happened up there.  Just between us, I promise.”  He swipes his fingers over his lips in the zipper motion, “These lips are sealed shut.  I’ll keep this just between me and you.”

“I’ll tell you what I think I saw or dreamed, cause this can’t happen in real life.”

“So what you think you saw?”  David ask.

“Honestly and unbelievably I saw a little girl ghost come thru the wall right above Daniel’s head.  June Bug was reading at first but when she came in he was sleep and she came thru quick.  As soon as she came through that wall and Daniel saw her, you should have seen the frightening look he had on his face.  She floated around his bed with some sharp objects cutting on him through the sheets.  To make a long story short, when she was done with him, he was headless and blood wreaked everywhere as I watched.  She looked at me.  She saw me and I saw her.  Maybe she’ll be back for me.  This wasn’t a ghost and if she was she was real.  I felt sorry for Daniel but my main worry was her not torturing me after she was done with him.  You should have seen June Bug’s face when he turned around, saw Daniel, got of his bed and kicked Daniels head that had rolled over by his bed.  I don’t see how he slept through it all while Daniel’s head and body was banging against the ceiling while this little girl was going to work cutting through both sides of his neck.”

“Hold on you said on the ceiling?”  David asks.

“Yes on the ceiling,” Tedo responded.  “June Bug was starting to wake up when Daniel’s head and body started hitting the ceiling, but once those saws met up on each side of his neck, she released his body and left with his soul.  When Daniel’s body hit the bed and head hit the top railing of his bed and rolling over by June Bug’s bed.  It was real, the ghost, the blood, June Bug screaming and hollering.  When June Bug looked up and seen his Bunkie covered in all that blood with his head missing, he jumped out the bed quickly and kicked the head.  He was freaked after he kicked Daniel’s head.  It looked like he was trying to rip the gates out the wall trying to get out of there and the funny thing is no one noticed me under my bed.”

“Yeah man, I think you’re right.  That was just a dream.  There is no such thing as ghosts or little girls coming back and killing people and you said June Bug was hollering.  Where is June Bug?”  David asks.

“They took him to solitary confinement or somewhere I guess and the C.O. said he wanted everything kept on hush.  It’s got to stay on hush since no one knew I was there and that’s the way I want to keep it,” Tedo said.

“Well since you confided in me and you want to keep it on the hush, why not we find out ourselves what’s going on and keep just between us?”  David ask.

They are still walking around the track, “As long as no one knows what were doing and it doesn’t leak out that I was in the room when all the commotion went down, I’m wit’ it,” Tedo replied.  “Just remember, this stays between just the two of us.”

“Deal,” David replied.

 (To be continued.)

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