Monster: The Story Of A Maniac by Peter Cry

Author:Peter Cry [Cry, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summit Book Publishing House
Published: 2020-11-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

After Helen Escamilla opened the door to the basement, the screams coming from there suddenly stopped.

Walking down the wooden steps, she peered into the soft dusk that enveloped the walls. The creak spread through the spacious basement, which suddenly began to seem completely empty.

Helen grabbed the torch from her belt and began to flash in front of her.

“This is the police! Children are you there?” she cried out in a trembling voice.

Hearing a female voice speaking to them, the children, tearing themselves away, began to shout again and call for help. Lily also heard someone going down to the basement, and realized it was neither Jason nor Howard. Emotions, resembling an all-absorbing hurricane, swept inside the girl’s head – moving from incredible happiness and glee to terrible fear and panic. She fought with her demons and pounded on the door, screaming, and begging for help.

“We are here! We are here!” a child's cry was tearing the dark basement.

Helen walked around several racks with old tools and other junk. Having finally reached her goal, she directed a ray of light into a corner.

“My God...” she burst into tears when she saw the poor little fellow trying to run towards her.

The pale exhausted children were held by the throat with collars chained to a cable sticking out of the wall. Despite the pain, bruises on their thin necks and suffocation, the kids still tried to get closer to their savior. Screaming and wheezing, falling on cold concrete, rising again and not giving up.

“Quiet, quiet,” the officer repeated, approaching the screaming children, and trying to set them free from the collars.

“Please save me, I want to go home,” squeaking, Emmy whispered, digging her thin fingers into the stranger’s foot.

Those, who could not touch Helen, crawled along the floor, trying to catch hold of her at least with their little fingers. Everything that happened around the police officer reminded her of the most terrible thriller or horror movie. Holding the flashlight with one hand, trying not to lose sight of the children, with her second hand, she tried to free one of them from the death grip of the vile collar.

“Quiet!” she cried. “I can’t understand anything.”

Frightened, the children fell silent but did not let the stranger go.

The collars were so cleverly made that they could not be drawn off or torn. With small but strong locks they were fastened to a metal cable.

Helen stopped and sighed nervously. Lighting up the children, she noticed bruises and abrasions on their bodies. Trying to control herself, she smiled through a terrible pain to at least soothe a little the trembling kids.

“My babies...” Helen sat down. “I need to find something to set you free. I must leave you now.”

“No, no!” little Emmy shouted, cuddling up to the woman.

“I beg you, please, don’t go! He will kill us,” one of the boys cried.

“Please, understand, I need to find something to cut off this filthy cable. There must be something among those mountains of tools.”

The oldest of the boys, Michael, wiping snot and tears from under his nose, tried to calm down.

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