Witch of the Black Circle by Maria DeVivo

Author:Maria DeVivo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Horror
Publisher: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Published: 2022-02-28T20:46:18+00:00

Chapter 10

Friday, July 13th 1984

The Turner Residence

Northport, Long Island NY

Night of the Full Moon

Ricky Kasso is dead.

On July 7th, the day after his arrest, he was found hanging in his jail cell.

I try hard to wrap my head around his suicide. What must have been going through his head to do that to himself? Guilt? Fear? Anger? I saw his pictures in the paper, and from my assessment, he didn’t exhibit any of those things. Could it have been longing? Like, a peaceful calm to take him to the other side? Did he think he would be punished for his sins? Absolved? Did I have something to do with it? Metal trees, with white cloth rope swung around the lattices, clutching tight to the distended necks of its victims, trying to keep their faces in place, but gravity proving otherwise.

Since Ricky’s death, I’ve heard the forest calling to me more clearly now. It screams my name at night so loud that I can barely drown out the sounds in my head. It’s almost as if Ricky’s passing opened up some sort of pathway that leads directly to me. When I close my eyes and try to sleep, the voice of the woods carries on the night wind and penetrates my brain. It’s a dull ache that starts right above my eyes and shoots up through my forehead and travels down along the base of my spine. But it’s not a pain like I would normally experience pain. It’s almost like an invasion—a presence letting me know that it’s with me, beside me, guiding me. I feel and hear it simultaneously. It makes me tingle and my skin crawl. My skin crawls so much that a few nights I’ve laid there in my bed scratching my arms to try to make it stop. I scratched so hard that I’ve torn open long, jagged track marks up and down the surface of the skin. I only realized I had bled when I woke up in the morning with brown blood stains on my sheets. But there was no pain, just sensation.

And I can hear Trent’s voice, too, but it’s not really Trent’s voice, ya know? I hear that guttural, bass-toned dirge in the center of my chest. It blends with the voices of the woods and sings to me a song of the ancients. It’s strong, the song. Unlike any human heavy metal noise or pop culture radio jams. This song is pure. Real. Divine. I don’t think it’s meant for human ears to hear or to understand—like the backwards message in the Blodheksa song, it’s something hidden and kept secret from the human mind because the human mind simply can’t understand it. I think it’s probably the first song ever to have been created in the cosmos. Like written by God or something else.

Someone else.

Images of the dormant portal haunt me, raises my curiosity even higher. Every time that I’ve seen it start to spread its smile wide open, I was filled with the absolute and supreme sense of wonder and peace.

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