Worthe's Village by Ron Ripley

Author:Ron Ripley [Ripley, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ScareStreet.com
Published: 2018-11-14T22:00:00+00:00

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Marcus stood in the hallway outside of the kitchen. The dead woman was on his left – so close that he shivered from the cold emanating from her. There was dread in her features, and she shook with the desperation of an old ship in a storm. Marcus pitied her. She had good reason to fear her husband, even in the afterlife.

And still, she has brought me here, Marcus thought. As they stood in the hall, the dead woman gathering her courage, Marcus dragged up the information he had stored decades ago when studying folklore.

If there is lead, I can contain the object in lead. If not, then I must find more salt. I have nothing powerful enough to destroy the object, whatever it might be, he told himself. Be patient. Be aware. Stay alive.

Marcus inclined his head toward the dead woman and asked, “Was there anything made of lead in your kitchen?”

She shook her head, then, her eyes widened, and she nodded vigorously. Extending her arm, she pointed at a built-in corner hutch. It had three drawers, and she held up three fingers.

“Three,” Marcus whispered.

She nodded, pointed to the top drawer and raised a single finger, then to the second and held up two.

Marcus nodded his understanding, asking in a low voice, “Which drawer?”

She held up three fingers again.

“Thank you,” Marcus said. He glanced back at the kitchen and asked, “What is he bound to?”

The dead woman pointed, and Marcus looked, his shoulders sagging.

“Something inside of the corner hutch? Something small?” he asked. “Are you certain?”

She nodded sadly.

Marcus stood in silent contemplation for a short time before he asked, “What are you bound to?”

The dead woman extended both of her arms, closing her hands into fists.

“The shackles?” Marcus inquired.

She lowered her head and nodded.

“Of course, the shackles,” he murmured and looked back into the kitchen. His heartbeat quickened, and an uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach.

I can either search the hutch for whatever the Reverend is bound to, he thought, or I can gather her shackles and help her escape before he returns.

As far Marcus was concerned, there was really no decision to be made.

Gripping the iron chain tightly, Marcus turned around and strode to the stairs once more.

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