The Dream Angel: Synopsis

The Dream Angel: Chapter 1

CH. 1----------------“the DREAM angel”

            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.

The Dream Angel: Chapter 2

CH. 2

            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 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.

The Dream Angel: Chapter 3

CH. 3

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 no where 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 someone’s 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 left 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 could you 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.

The Dream Angel: Chapter 4

CH. 4

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 him self 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.  Ok, 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 "sh," 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 to 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, ghost 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 arm, 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 lets 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.