1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus


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    fast as she could from the nightmare born of guilt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thursday, January 23rd Detective Mike Donnar parked his unmarked police car where the deputy directed, climbing out into the misting rain. He had been asleep at home when the call came in. Multiple homicide, Graham. He had worked a lot of homicides in his fifteen years working for the Pierce County Sheriff Department, and he was glad his wife, Maddy, was so understanding. His cunt-of-an-ex-wife had not been. “The main crime scene's across the bridge,” a deputy said, pointing at a wooden bridge. Something large lay on it. “What's that.” “Bear. Damnedest thing. It's chest has been hacked open. And there are more dead bears in the clearing around the house.” “I thought this was a homicide?” “Yeah.” The deputy shifted. “It ain't pretty. Four dead. All women. All naked.” “Fuck.” Detective Donnar crossed the bridge, glancing at the dead bear, its blood black on the wooden bridge. Then he noticed the license plate. It lay wedged beneath the damage truss of the bridge. A car had wrecked here. “Ran the plates?” he asked the deputy. “Yeah. Belongs to a, uh...” he flipped through a small notebook he pulled out of his breast pocket. “...uh, Faiza Unmei. She lives in South Hill.” Donnar nodded, smiling. “The car was reported stolen by her son, Kyle, at about 6:30 PM last night. Said he last saw it when he got home from school at 3 PM. We have a BOLO out on it.” “Top priority,” Donnar called out, and ...
    continued across the bridge. It was chaos beyond the bridge. Portable lights were being set up, illuminating a torn up ground in front of log cabin. It looked like a bomb had gone off—an entire wall of the cabin was missing, chunks spread out on the ground. And the hard-packed dirt in front of the cabin, strewn with three more dead bears, was torn and disturbed. At the cabin entrance lay two dead, naked girls, one Black. Through the door he could see another woman's body, her decapitated head lying nearby. What did that? A fucking sword? This was going to be a long night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi awoke before dawn, dressing quietly, and slipping out of the house before her parents could awake. She started the car, punching in the address for Paradise on Mount Rainier into her GPS, and driving south down Meridian, following the GPS instructions. She was going to find Niqualmie and beg the spirit for a way for her and Kyle to be together. There just had to be a way. Before going to bed, she had Googled the name Britney had told her, and learned everything that she needed to know to summon the spirit. Britney claimed she existed, and Fumi had all her hopes pinned on the spirit. “I need him so bad,” she whispered to herself as she drove into the mountains, the wet forest giving way to snow. The road was freshly plowed, but her car still slid on patches of ice as she drove nearer and nearer to Paradise. Her stomach was twisted in knots; her family had just moved to Washington ...
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