This story was penned for Magaly Guerrero's Witches in Fiction - to the bone April 2013
Chapter 1
There
was a mass of cups, plates,
glasses, cigarette butts and beer bottles everywhere you looked in the crowded
parlor of the old Victorian style parlor of the boarding house run by Ms.
Eleanor Firth. Too many worn out overstuffed chairs, dying houseplants and many
too many stains and burns were the result of the neglect on a daily basis in
this run down brownstone, and last night's blow out multiplied the wear and
tear by 300%.
Penny
Robel woke to the sunlight streaming into her 2nd floor flat and sat up slowly.
Had last night really happened?. For that matter what exactly had she brought
into her bedroom this time? By the look of her room, she knew the answer. She
had lapsed into another one of her drunken sex driven dives into the very core
of her insatiable lust. She felt his ultra hairy leg before she even turned to
look at what or who was still in her bed.
She
peeled herself from the soiled sheets and slipped her feet out onto the cold
wooden floor, made her way to the bathroom trying not to wake whatever his name
was.
As
she closed the squeaky door and heard the latch shut she felt the same rush of
disgust and fear flow through her body and down her legs. "What the hell
had she done this time?" And what would be the payment for this little
burst of sexual playtime. Last time she had awakened like this with a stranger,
it took 31 stitches and a lot of explaining to Ms. Firth about the shambles
that were left in Penny's room.
She
wasn't just a sex junkie, she was a blackout drunk and the combination of those
two things usually left a mark and another mea culpa if not payment for
damages. Missionary position moan and groan sex with the obligatory sigh were
not her forte. She was a freak and a mean ass drunk. She loved sex and the
rougher the better.
She
had to pay for medical bills for the last guy she "lured" home. They
had enjoyed each other with three stops on the way home before they hit the
front door to the brownstone. He hadn't expected for her to bite quite as hard
or as viciously as she did. But what he really hadn't expected was that she
would not only throw out his back, but almost wrench his hips out of the
socket. And for that little romp, she was still making payment to the doctor.
And
now there was the matter of whoever he was in her bed in the next room. She
wondered what had transpired the night before. Her pounding head gave her no
idea. Her still aching crotch did however.
She
took a shower, put on her bathrobe and returned to the scene of the crime.
To
her amazement, she was alone. Some of the overturned furniture was right side
up and there was a hand written note on her dresser.
She
picked up the paper and in terrible handwriting it read, "oh my gawd, you
are amazing. As soon as I recover, I'll call you."
That
was it. No name. She hadn't looked at his face. She had not a clue who had been
in her bed last night. She only knew he had obviously enjoyed himself.
And
like so many times before, she set herself straight to cleaning up the mess she
had made, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast or whatever meal the
rest of the boarding house was partaking in. She heard the dishes rattling and
smelled something good to eat wafting up the staircase as she descended.
Just
as she came to the main floor landing, she was met with the sight of the mess
that sprawled out before her in the parlor and then Penny woke up. Only this
time she wasn't where she had awakened in her dream.
Chapter
2
Penny
slowly opened her eyes, almost afraid to look around the room. This was the 4th
time this week she had dreamed about these wild sexual, disjointed and
disturbing things. And she was ever so glad to realize that she was still in
her own safe little suburban house, alone. Each time the dreams became more
real, more vivid, more intense and more depraved.
She
might have been able to shirk off the last three, but she had a name and
location now and after work today she would investigate and see what she could
find out about this Dr. Firth and an urban brownstone boarding house. She hoped
there would be a link to something and that she could do something to make
these dreams depart.
Penny
had never been what you would call afraid of sexual play but these dreams
didn't have the playful, stuck on a deserted island with Johnny Depp or swept
off her feet by Channing Tatum kind of feel. This was down and dirty, almost
hurtful and hate filled sex. She never saw a face only the intense deep blue
eyes of whoever or whatever she was having sex with. And she had never been
involved with that kind of sex or for that matter had any interest in what, she
felt was raw, brutal sex. This was unsettling and seemed more real that the
sunlight that came into her kitchen window as she stood at the sink and
rehashed last night's dream of debauchery in her mind. And what came to mind
was those eyes. Not really human looking but not any other beast she had ever
seen in real life. She shivered.
She
was sure she needed to make a doctor's appointment and perhaps call her former
therapist and see if she could make an appointment with her as well. There had
to be some organic or some latent memory that was making her feel this way and
dream of things she didn't have a clue about. And she must sit down at her
computer and look into Dr. Firth whoever that was or if it was a real person. But
for now Penny pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, she had to get
ready for another typical day at the cafe.
She
and her best friend from college had opened a small but elegant cafe in the
downtown area of their hometown after graduation. Gosh that seemed like ages
ago. Well, you could say that 12 years was ages. In that time Penny had lost
one religion, found a spiritual path, gotten married, divorced, moved 5 times,
gotten a cat, lost her parents, and moved to the suburbs to distance herself
from work. Yes, 12 years could be called ages.
She
and Megan, her business partner and best friend had lived above the cafe
briefly when they first opened the cafe but both had found partners of sorts
and moved out leaving the space just as they had found it...a mess. Old crates
that had never been unpacked from the former owner of the space were still
stacked in the back room of the upstairs apartment number 3. The brick walls
and original wood plank floor showed signs of the 150 year old history that it
held. It was a crappy looking place now but when they had lived there, it had
been at least in their minds, truly shabby and chic. Both she and Megan had
thought about renting out the spaces after awhile but they had so much personal
junk and stuff stored in number 3 that neither of them put the thought into
action. Besides, they were also using numbers 1 & 2 for the storage of
dry goods from the cafe, and the items left by the owner. Thought had never
come to action.
But
today, the cafe was closed as it was every Monday and Penny and Megan had agreed that today was
the dreaded start to clean out the mess day. Neither of them were "all
in" on this task but they needed to address this mess sooner not later.
After
all, it was their building and they could and should take advantage of this
opportunity.
Chapter
3
Their
building, that always had a
strange sound to it.
Splendor
House was the name recessed in the concrete plague that was part of the
keystone brickwork over the entry door. The girls had never even contemplated
another name for their cafe. It just seemed to fit the whole lovely old space.
They jumped into making it theirs. After some digging about in old directories
at the city offices and the library as to the name, they found that Splendor
House had in fact, had many other incarnations. At first, as a home to a well
to do family in the mid 19th century. Then it had been a mercantile store, a
doctor's office, a boarding house and then the man from whom they rented had
used the whole building as a warehouse for his import export business.
Megan
and Penny felt like it was meant to be. Downtown was on the rise again and they
loved the area. Sure it was a little off the beaten track but they were
enthusiastic and knew the area having grown up not far from here. They had
always loved to cook, entertain and yearned for a way to put their degrees in
marketing and interior design to work. A chic, happening cafe seemed to both of
them to fit the bill. And so Splendor House Cafe had been born.
When
the owner of the building had come to them 10 years ago and asked if they would
like to buy the building, the two were thrilled. Especially since he was
willing to sell it so far under market value. They had asked him if he wanted
any of the things stored in the loft area or in the basement but he had
declined saying he really didn't have the time or the inclination to sift
through old memories. He had been an importer of goods from all over the world
and had lost interest in this building long ago.
So
the girls had scoured the basement for any and all valuable items and made
enough from the sale of the antique furniture and found treasures to keep them
solvent through the next year or so. By then the cafe had hit its stride as one
of the downtown hot spots for breakfast and lunch.
They
had tried to do dinner dining once a week and called it Date Night at Splendor
House, but after months of having to eat the special of the night for days on
end, they gave up their idea of dinner at the cafe. It was difficult to get
customers for dinner when most went back into the suburbs after work. But the
steady morning and noon trade had afforded them a good living and a regular
customer base that made Spendor House a intricate part of the downtown scene.
Just
as well that the dinner thing hadn't worked out. Neither of the girls really
liked the feeling of the old building after dark. They attributed that to being
country girls and not savvy in the way of the people that wandered downtown
after dark. But the others who worked for them let them know it wasn't outside
of the building that was the problem but inside the building. They had even had
wait staff quit because they said they saw ghosts on the stairs to the basement
and in the kitchen area. Customers remarked about sightings in the hallway
outside the bathrooms. One of their favorite cooks had had a so called
encounter with a ghost and even needed some medical attention. Megan shared
that she thought the cook had been at the cooking sherry and that is how he had
gotten injured. Neither of them had ever felt anything during the day and
personally brushed it off to urban legends.
But
because of the gossip and at the urging of staff and friends, they had invited
a Ghost Hunter to come into the building to do an investigation into the
paranormal activities. They mostly did that for the publicity although his
report was a little unsettling. He said there were several cold spots near the
staircase and that he wasn't even going to go any further than the open area in
the upstairs because he just didn't feel like he could handle it. The poor man
left with a glazed look on his face.
Word
of the investigation's findings got them on the haunted tour of the downtown
area and increased their business tremendously. So, for the two, it was a
win-win situation. Somewhere inside Penny's heart she knew she should have
acted upon the Ghost Hunters findings but she also felt incapable of doing so.
Many of the girls friends insisted on doing more about the haunting but neither
of the girls would.
Besides,
after the investigator left, the sightings seemed to subside. The only other
comments were made by the owner of the building just to the rear of their
property. He asked why they always had the light on all night in the upstairs
of the building. He thought maybe they had left it on and wanted to let them
know because of the added cost they might incur from forgetting to turn off the
light. They had thanked him, check the lights every night before leaving and he
still insisted that the lights were on but it was their problem not his.
The
most Penny ever did about the "ghost" problems was to buy an evil eye
charm at a shop down the street and put it up at the entrance to Splendor House
Cafe. She was not committed to all that witchy stuff that some of the others in
her Tuesday drumming group ascribed to. She laughed a little when she thought
of what they might want to do if she had asked them for help with the ghost
situation.
Chapter
4
So
Penny met Megan in the cafe around 9:30 am. They had moved up to the apartments
and begun the "look see". They were both overwhelmed with the amount
of stuff that they encountered in the 3 apartments of the upstairs space of the
building.
Megan
begged off the process about 1:45 pm to join her husband and kids for a late
lunch at the park. Penny continued poking around the space and getting an idea
of the amount of real work that it would take to get this space into usable
real estate for them.
Even
one rental apartment in this area could easily pay their entire mortgage on the
building and since Megan was expecting another baby and thinking of buying
another house and Penny wanted to redecorate the cafe, they were getting
serious about the possibilities of the upstairs area.
Penny
finally got into the back apartment, number 1 around 3:00 pm and was amazed at
the number of boxes, crates, bins and even some steamer trunks. She had
forgotten all about these items. She wondered out loud even, why she and Megan
had never poked around in here or ever had an interest in opening the crates. Certainly, like the
basement finds, there could be some valuable items to sell or use.
As
a matter of fact, these trunks could be reused in the cafe in the new Parisian
theme she had in mind. And the crates, oh with some well chosen antique looking
items she could complement the exposed brick walls of the cafes bar area. So
with that in mind she started looking for whatever wonderful items there were
to be had.
Penny
pushed her way into the farthest corner and used her handy dandy look alike
Swiss army knife to pry open the first wooden crate that appeared to be the
easiest to get to. Nothing really interesting in the top layer. Penny found an
oriental vase and lots of excelsior, which gave her the willies. Mice liked to
snuggle into the straw looking fluff and Penny wasn't exactly a fan of rodents.
The thought of a mouse running up her arm or leg made her shiver.
She
was about to put the lid back on the crate when she noticed the tip of a parcel
wrapped in leather in the bottom of the musty smelling crate. Upon careful
examination, Penny found it was soft leather and tied up with red string. It
was so light that when she picked it up, it felt as though it would fly. The
feel of the parcel was almost exhilarating to her. There really wasn't enough
room to take a good look back here in the shadows, so she tucked it into her
jacket pocket, replaced the lid and made her way to the front room of the flat.
When she
reached the top of the stairs, she felt slightly dizzy as though she were a
little tipsy. It must be that she was more tired than she thought or maybe it
was the dust in the room. But whatever the reason she made a
decision, rather than stay upstairs, she went down into the closed cafe to
make herself some tea. While the tea was brewing, Penny sat down in the booth
closest to the back door.
She
was shocked back into the present when she realized it had grown dark
outside, and the tea had gone cold. Realizing that she must have blacked out
again, she found her purse behind the counter, got out her cell phone and
called Megan to let her know how awful she was feeling. After speaking to her friend she sat
back down. And the next thing she remembered was Megan touching the back of her
neck and waking her. She also realized that she wasn't as she had been when she
sat down. Her shirt was unbuttoned as were her jeans and she had that ache in
her nether region as though she had had sex and had a vision of those eyes
again.
When
Megan dropped Penny off at her house around 6:00 pm, they exchanged hugs but no
more details of the upstairs or the aftermath downstairs. Penny chose not to
worry her friend until she could get things straight in her mind. Penny
thanked Megan's husband for driving her car home. They all agreed that there
would be no more solo excavation of the upstairs and made their plan to clean
out the upstairs of their building in a week or so. They also agreed that Penny
needed to keep her appointments with the doctor and therapist in the week to
come because Megan was very concerned about the way Jenny looked.
After
promising that she would do so, Penny went into her house and locked the door
securely behind her.
Chapter
5
As
Penny closed and locked the door she once again felt crazy and more than a
little out of control. What was happening to her? How could she feel this way
when she knew damn well she had locked the doors to the cafe after Megan had
left for lunch with her family. No way anyone got in the building. And yet.
Had
she taken her clothes off in the cafe? Had someone been there all along?
She
ran a tub of hot water and took off her clothes, stared hard into her bathroom
mirror and saw the bruises on her hip bones and breasts. She had bite marks on
her body. And her body hurt as though had been thrown around like a rag doll.
Her panties were missing. And she was afraid she had been molested, but how?
She
took a long time in the bath trying to wash away the ugly that she felt.
Then
she remembered the name Firth and the boarding house. Somehow she felt stronger
as she dried off, dressed and made her way to the computer in the living room.
Penny spent the next few hours searching for anything she could find on the name
Firth and who that was.
She
found two listings for Firth in her town. The first was a physician and the
other the owner of a boarding house and seamstress shop. Penny found out that a
Dr. Firth had been a "ladies" doctor in the early 20th century and
had been run out of town when it was discovered that he was experimenting on
his patients with unnatural substances. None of the woman made complaints, it
was their husbands that had brought the problem to the attention of the
authorities. The women patients seemed to be sex fiends after their treatments
with Dr. Firth. It later came out that he had been "fiddling" with
his patients and whetting their appetites for more than their husbands were
used to giving. The woman also had new appetites that were unlady like and
considered obscene.
Many
of those woman committed suicide because of the disgrace brought upon them and
their families. But it was believed that just as many had been murdered by
their husbands. The rest had moved away from the disgusting incident. The whole
community had been affected by the horrors of Dr. Firths debauchery.
When the men of the town had gone to the clinic to run the offending
physician out of town, they found nothing of Dr. Firth there. They all assumed
he had left town in fear for his life.
When
Penny read the address of the clinic she didn't want to believe it. The address
was that of Splendor House Cafe.
She
couldn't call Megan yet. What would she say? She had to talk to someone though.
So she decided to call Mela. She had also grown up with Megan and Penny, was a
good friend and ally.
Mela
was at Penny's front door in 10 minutes. The two of them sat at the breakfast
room table for the next 3 hours. Penny just let all of it out and didn't edit a
word. She felt the relief of communicating this hellacious burden with another
being. She felt the anger at having been molested and the fear of it happening
again. Her fear of insanity and second guessing herself. And all she had
learned about her building and a former residents. She shared all this and then
was quiet.
All
Mela could do was hold Penny's hand and listen at first. Then she asked
questions and pondered how this puzzle fit together. Mela reminded Penny that
there was another group of friends that most certainly would have an idea of
how to look at this situation. Some of the members of their drumming group were
a loosely woven coven of sorts. All solitary practitioners of the craft but
each with a mind and heart to help her with what seemed to Mela to be a possession
of sorts. Penny at first was very hesitant to have anyone else know that there
was anything wrong because of how it might impact her business and how it might
.... And you mean make things better? questioned Mela.
Again
the silence was all they shared. Mela promised that she would not divulge any
of the details but did insist that these friends could at least help protect
Penny from whatever it was that had abused her. To this Penny agreed instantly.
This would need to be achieved by having access to the cafe so that they might
clear the space and add their protections to the building.
Penny
couldn't face going back there just now but told Mela to get the keys to the
cafe from the pocket of her jacket which was on the hook behind the front door.
But just as Mela got up to retrieve the key, Penny remembered she had left the
keys on the counter and got them herself. Mela told her to hold tight and she
would call everyone and set up a meeting for early in the morning. She would
return the keys as soon as she was finished at the cafe and that Penny should
rest. Before she left Mela smudged the house and Penny and sealed the
doors against any outside forces. She also drew a protection rune on Penny's
forehead, hugged her and left around.
Penny
couldn't close her eyes to sleep so she sat and read until the morning light
streamed through the window of her kitchen. She was startled when the phone
rang and answered on the first ring.
Mela assured her that
all that could be done had been done and that she had already left the keys in
the mailbox. Penny asked how in the world Mela could have convinced those woman
to meet her so early. Mela laughed and said that they had been meeting most
mornings at 5:00 am for meditation and a run anyway and that this was not a
problem for any of them. The group of friends were happy to help and would
continue to send petitions of protection and healing for her. Penny was
thankful and a little spark of relief washed over her.
Chapter
6
It
had been exactly two weeks to the day of the attack at Splendor House. All had
been quiet in Penny's world and she hadn't had any more terrible dreams.
Megan
had insisted that Penny take the time off and just chill. Penny had gone to see
her doctor and the doctor had declared her right as rain with the exception of
being slightly anemic. And she had cancelled her appointment with her
therapist. She still wasn't ready to go there and discuss whatever it was that
had happened. Because in truth, she still didn't have a handle on what had
happened.
Penny
still checked in with Mela and gave her updates as to her mood and it was nice
to have someone to confide in that didn't think you were crazy. Mela was with
Penny and she knew it. It's not that didn't trust Megan, of course she did, but
Penny remembered how Megan had reacted to the cook's encounter with whatever it
was when the ghost researcher had come to Splendor House. Megan had thought it
was all on the cook, not a possibility. She'd wait to discuss the incident with
Megan until the right time.
Megan
had made arrangements for a work crew to join them in the cleaning out of the
upstairs of the building and today was the day. If they found things to sell
they would store them in the basement until later in the spring. They were
hoping that they would score again like they had with the contents of the
basement and have enough money to fix up the upstairs and rent out at least two
of the three apartments. And today was the day.
The
weather had turned cold again after a couple of weeks of lovely mild weather
and so as she prepared to leave her house for the only the second time in two
weeks, Penny slipped on her jacket. Penny felt the something in her pocket and
then remembered the parcel that she had found in the upstairs and put into her
pocket. It had been in that pocket since that day she had had to call Megan to
come and get her at the cafe. Only now the package seemed heavier than before.
She pulled the leather bound package out and took off the string which almost
disintegrated in her hands. Inside the package was a mask, or at least that is
what she thought it was. The mask was made of bone of some sort, beads, glass
and had fiber around the edges. It looked to be very old and yet it wasn't
discolored or unkempt but had a sense of age to it. There was something playful
about it. Penny even giggled at seeing and touching it. It looked very much
like a dragons head or perhaps a tribal mask. She took out her phone, snapped a
picture and put the contents of the parcel on the entry table. She wanted to
show it to Megan and would find a place for it when she got back home.
And
off she drove to the cafe and on to the dreaded clean up ahead.
But
that was no to be.
Penny's
car was found outside of a strip club in the next town about 30 miles away.
Megan had been calling the police and everyone else she could think of when
Penny didn't show up at the cafe for two days.
Megan
had gone to Penny's house, looked through the windows. Penny's cat greeted her
with a very hearty welcome and then disappeared back into the house through the
cat door. When Megan didn't follow the cat inside, the cat came back out
complaining and letting her know that she was hungry. Poor kitty. Megan scooped
her up and took her home with her.
It
was only by chance that one of the regulars of Splendor House, who worked
downtown but lived in the neighboring bedroom community saw Penny's little
orange car parked outside the sleazy strip joint. By the time anyone knew where
she had been, she wasn't anywhere to be found. Megan called the police.
According
to the investigating detective, yes, the bartender remembered a very pretty red
headed woman who had wandered in the club two days ago. She had just sat there
alone for about an hour. Then some really old man joined her and they left
about the same time. But as to where she had gone, he didn't have a clue. But
he was sure she had left with the old guy. And when the bouncer was questioned,
he too confirmed the same story and added that the old guy had a car and
driver. The license plate was from out of state and he was sure that the car
was a rental limo.
So
on to the limo rental the police had gone. Nothing much there, the name on the
contract turned out to be a dead end but they had his picture on the
surveillance tape. They ran the photo but he wasn't wanted or on any known
terrorist list so, it came to nothing. Just another girl missing.
Megan
and her husband just couldn't sit by and do nothing after they got the limited
information that the police had given them and decided to follow up at the
strip club and the limo rental themselves. They got nowhere at either place.
Megan
also had a feeling that there might be a clue in Penny's house. The police had
already gone in but found nothing out of the ordinary, but then they didn't
know Penny personally. So Megan and her husband went into Penny's house looking
for something, anything that might lead them to their friend.
On
the hall table was a funny looking mask that Megan had never seen before, very
unlike Penny's taste in decor and next to it was a sliver of paper torn from
Jenny's daytimer with the name of the former owner of their building. Megan
hadn't even thought of this man in all these years. She contacted the police
with his name and they told her they had already investigated that lead but
that the man was deceased, had been for 50 years.
The
detective did say that they had a photo of the man that had rented the limo but
they had no leads on his identity. The detective would sent the photo to her
phone and she was to call if she recognized the man.
Megan
and her husband were thorough in their search of the house, nothing was found
out of the ordinary. Nothing except the strange little mask. Megan wondered
where it had come from and why Mr. Rico Maravilla's name was there too.
She
didn't have to wait too long. The photo sent to her by the police was that of
her former landlord, the man the police said was dead. And according to their
records had been for 30 something years before he rented them the building.
Chapter
7
Are you
alright my dear, asked Mr. Maravilla with great concern in his voice? Penny
replied in the affirmative by shaking her head. She was so cotton mouthed that
she couldn't reply verbally. And he tenderly added he hoped she was. My
goodness you've been through so much in the past few weeks. Be assured I
am only here to help you.
Then Penny
remembered what had brought her to this moment. She had gotten Mr.
Maravilla's name from the deed to the building. Then as though by decree, she
just knew what to do. Penny drove until she knew to pull in to the parking
front of the bar and strip club on Route 27 and waited.
While she
waited, she called Mela. They had talked every day about this time and she
didn't want Mela to worry. They talked for only a couple of minutes and no
details of where she was, were given. Penny fingered the vial of dragons blood
Mela had given her as they spoke. She tried to call Megan but decided not to
leave a message. She'd try again in a little while.
And shortly
after closing her phone Penny got out of the car, went into the strip club, sat
in the booth at the back of the stage and waited. She wasn't sure what she was
waiting for, but she was sure she had the correct time, place and heart to face
this. She was more than ready this time.
In through
the front door came a very handsome man in his early 40's, graying temples,
dark complexion with chiseled features and a rugged good looking smile. He
walked right up to her and seated himself very close to her and whispered in
her ear, I knew that you would come back to me.
Penny
recognized the face but it couldn't be. This surely must be her old landlord's
son for he most certainly looked like Mr. Maravilla, only this man had the most
amazing blue eyes. And yes, it was those haunting blue eyes. Just as the
younger man began to whisper into her ear and stir something primal in her, she
felt a hand on her shoulder from the opposite direction. The dizziness
ensued and she was once again swept away from the reality of the moment. She
did feel herself walking towards the door and getting into a dark car. But that
was all there was in her memory until this very moment as the older Rico
Maravilla spoke his words of concern.
I have
something I must share with you my dear. What I have to explain will answer all
of your concerns.
They were
sitting in what looked like the downstairs of the building that housed her
cafe. Only this was furnished with stunning antique furniture and the styling
indicated a bygone era. This was obviously a home. There were trinkets and
furnishings that were not American made but rather from foreign and
exotic locales. There was a comfort in the arrangement of these trinkets and
fabrics and masks on the wall. An ease that only comes with a polished
appreciation of beautiful things.
Oh my
goodness she thought, there's the funny dragon mask there among the others on
the wall.
Penny turned
to the staircase that lead upstairs to the sound of screams and muffled cries.
She couldn't move but only reacted to seeing the younger Mr. Maravilla running
down the stairs and out of the house.
Soon the
room transformed to a wake scene. The casket was occupied by a pretty young
girl who obviously had had injuries to her face and looked as though her throat
had been slit. Then Penny looked back towards the stairs and the older Mr.
Maravilla and a lovely older woman were coming down the stairs dressed in black
and both were in tears.
When the
couple reached the bottom of the stairs, Mr. Maravilla left his female
companion and glided up to Penny, sat down next to her and told her the very
sad and depraved tale of his family's shame. How Zailo, his son an only child
had raped and murdered his own cousin that was staying with the family. How the
shame would be on his family forever. How his wife had committed suicide
because of the disgrace only two days after the scene that they now viewed and
how he, in despair found his son, killed him, and then himself died only a few
months later from grief and shame. This home, Penny's building, had all of the
energy of the good and the bad of his family. It had never left.
They had
built this home after arriving in America from Spain and named it Slendor
House. He just could never let go of this place, none of his family could and
had been here all this long time after death. Each time he had someone new come
into the building to live or do business, the ghost and spirit of his horrible
son had caused the downfall of said residents or owners. He had such high hopes
for Megan and Penny but he also had fear.
He and his
wife had for many lifetimes tried to protect the beings who lived or worked at
Splendor House, but his son's depravity always found a foothold.
When he and
his wife realized that his son was coming to Penny's dreams, his wife's spirit
had entered the dragon mask so that when Penny found it, she would have the
insight to ask for help from a bruja like his wife. But it was Mela and her
group of friends who garnered his wife's help to Penny rid herself of the evil
one. He also felt that the light was calling he and his wife home at last
because his son had no real sway over anyone in this plane any longer. Mela and
her group of pagan friends had formed a protection chain around Penny and Megan
and Splendor House. Their continued efforts had weakened his son. And with the
happenings of today, his son was now gone, banished and with that, he too
disappeared right in front of Penny's eyes.
She was
sitting in the cafe, alone. The quiet and peace of this moment was physically
palatable.
The how is
now told, the why is now answered, Penny had all the pieces to the puzzle
and it was time to get in touch with those wonderful people who had
rescued her from her ghost experience. As she reached into her jacket pocket to
retrieve her phone, she felt something else. It was the dragon mask. The object
that had transformed all of this and healed a family's wounds, and helped to
close the door on a very real touch with the other side. But how had it come
back into her pocket?
Mela and the others
of the drumming group, the women who had protected her would be so pleased to
know they too had help from Mrs. Splendora Maravilla, a practioner of the
craft, for whom the building had been named.
