Delila Spell

Delila Spell

 

 

 

Part 1

 

     They say seeing is believing, that everything in the universe can be explained with a logical background. They say that people in their nature will lean towards fiction and the paranormal because under all the na say excuses it promises the idea of making something out of nothing. I was one of those people who said that, that when people weren’t presented with a clear-cut answer to life’s big questions, they leaped at the opportunity to create something of their own. I’m on my knees now praying to God because of it. I don’t know if I could have done anything, if my presences or my ability to assess a situation could have saved anyone’s life. Part of me says I should thank God for my obliviousness to his situation, and what I’m doing now is a mistake. But one thing is certain, He’s is dead, he asked me for help and now he’s dead.

 

   Greg Pachaug was a guy who had a unique ignorance to social quota. At one point in life people sacrifice their sense of self to fit in society. Depending where they are, they enjoy it for a little bit before regretting it for the rest of their lives. Greg couldn’t do that, he was weird but weird by choice. He was into conspiracy theories, rituals, more than questionable anime themes, something called “creepypasta” and he was very public about these things and people knew it. Now during that period in your life (middle school and high school) it’s obvious shit like that is just gonna bring in the wrong attention but he didn’t care. with all his quarks one thing seems to be very out of place for him, his sense of courage. I mean this guy actually learned a couple of Kong Fu moves because he kept coming back to the same bullies that liked to beat him up in middle school. I met this kid while breaking up one of these fights and when I asked him why he kept doing this to himself he spit out some blood and said he liked the progress he was making with the shit he found on YouTube. I can’t remember how I reacted to that on that day but what I do know is we were best friends ever since. We should of graduated High school together, we should of became seniors, both of us, but we didn’t.

 

   During the summer Greg got into some weird shit, weirder then usual. Said he wanted to make a paranormal podcast show or something like that. I live on the middle of a path that turns into a cul-de-sac a couple of houses down. On the right side before the side walk rings back to the other side there is a dirt path that goes, turns, and keeps going deeper in the forest. Now where we live in is usually a family area, but it wasn’t always like this. A couple of years ago before I was born somebodies kid went out in the forest and was never seen again. Because of this the parents of the area got together and created a lookout system for everybody. Everyone was responsible for everyone’s other kids. If you saw little Timmy playing by the woods without a parent, you were to call his mother. It’s sad to say but the disappearance of one child really did bring the community together. Samantha was having sex with Thomas in the back of his old pick up truck, a group of kids Roger, Matt and Christian were skipping school to buy drugs from somewhere between the school and home, someone was actually selling drugs to children, Sally was being bullied by a bunch of girls everyone thought were her friends and Samantha, when busted about having sex with Thomas instead of pushing her grades up at school she got back at Mrs. Watson by seducing and having sex with her husband Philip… Samantha is 17 years old. Ok so the Watsons and Williams don’t get along anymore after that, and Samantha was known as a little hoe but besides that everyone loved each other and had each other’s back. Nobody knew our neighborhood had a drug problem or Sally was being bullied or Samantha… to my understanding Phillip at the time was a 40-year-old man pushing 50 so I don’t know what’s exactly wrong with Samantha, but it was there, and nobody knew about it. Point is, our area needed a neighborhood watch for some time and a kid going missing and never coming back brought it all together.

 

   I’m saying all this because the dirt road I mentioned before trailed on into the forest and if you follow it long enough, you’ll see a beautiful abandoned mansion on the left side of it. This is where it was thought that kid ran off to and was the reason parents banded together to keep their kids from exploring. They knew from a child’s perspective the mansion looked fun and from a teenager’s perspective it was a good place to do other things, best the two not bump into each other. The official report was that the mansion was there before the entire neighborhood was even formed and it was a wonder nobody ever notices the pathway there until now and it was true, nobody did have a clue why they didn’t recognize the out of place dirt road to there christen looking neighborhood. Weird thing was the dirt path leading to the mansion always looked fresh. There were no footprints, no evidence of weeds, stones, dry or moist patches on the soil based on the weather, it always looked like a fresh patch of dirt on the ground. Not only that but there were streams that pointed down the path along the edges. The reason why this is important is because exposed dirt will have an old look after a while of different climates keeping it from always looking soft. This however, did not apply to this patch of dirt. It was nice and clean with no indication of time or weather. The only time it showed any ware and tear is when you pass the area where the mansion is. You don’t notice at first, but it will eventually turn into the dirt pathway it was always meant to be. But with all that going on with it there was a bigger question. Where were the tire tracks from cop cars that went down the road? they all saw them go down there that night but eventually somebody noticed nothing was left behind. There was so much going on during that time, discovered at another date would have left at least an eye brow raised but the neighborhood was concerned with bigger things. Nobody cared about what a bunch of dirt was doing and not doing, a child was missing and at the time and everybody felt an obligation to find him, however a body was never found. Time went on and eventually everyone let it go. The mom moved away with the heart-breaking reality she will never find the remains of her poor boy and the other Parents took action to make sure nothing like this would ever happen again. This is where Greg wanted to explore.

 

   I told him he was too late, the events of that story happened years ago, and the mansion had probably already been explored, lived in and has been the roof of some pretty shady thing done by kids worst then you and me. He didn’t want to hear it, he’s always been fascinated with that house ever since he was a kid. We did get a chance to explore it a couple of time, one thing he always noticed was how it always stayed clean. The so called “Abandoned” mansion had an unusual relationship with cleanliness and Greg wasn’t going to give that up.

 

   But I said no. It was about to be our Senior year and I wanted to enjoy it like everybody else. This one thing that would only last one year I didn’t want ruined because Greg wanted to cry about a haunted building in the middle of nowhere. Not just for me, but for Greg too. I admired the guy for who he was, but the fact of the matter was that it was just me and him. I didn’t want Greg to look back at life and think all that time in school and he only made one friend. I wanted Greg to experience real, I mean what’s right here REAL life. Greg wasn’t ugly and in his life there were three, BEAUTIFUL girls that this son of a bitch let slip passed his fingers. I wasn’t going to let another hair brained “Adventure” take away his last year of being a high schooler.

 

   We fought long and hard that day. I just wanted him to experience one year of being a normal kid, I didn’t think he would reject that so violently. I told him he was dangerously close to becoming a man child and when he heard that he lost his shit. “I’m going to die like this! There is nothing in your world that I’d be proud to be a part of. I know what you consider as normal, I don’t want to be normal, I know about bullies and girls who talk behind our backs, I know about rumors, about lies that ruins the lives of perfectly ok girls because one person said she was a slut, because one person said he wasn’t cool, because life is so hatful and demanding like you ought to be like this and that’s the sickest part. They look… so normal with it. It’s so second nature for them to do stuff like that. They torture people, they tortured me, your telling me to be a part of that. I can feel myself getting used to it. Losing the importance of who they really are and once it’s gone it won’t exist anymore, everything is going to be NORMAL. No Kevin, I will not be a part of that. There’s not much I can say about who I am during these years, but I’d like to think at least I kept this alive.”

 

   That was the last thing he said to me. Three months passed, and his body ended up at my front door. Dehydrated, eyes dilated, cracked bones in the hands and torso, it looked like the limbs were pulled out the sockets slightly, and there was this… look in his eye, like something had him horrified but amazed at the same time. There was something peaceful about it but a very unnatural peace, like… “and this was the last time you spoke Mr. Spear?” the officer asked while jotting down my statement. “No officer, but this was the last significant thing that ever happened between us. Things were weird between me and Greg after that. I still wanted to be his friend, so I called up to apologize but no answer. It was so long since we actually talked I got desperate and got his mother to force a sit down between us. He said it was nothing and patched things up but still, we weren’t like the way we use to be. His family had to force him to parties and picnics and generally force him to start living and every time he never failed to disappear, I couldn’t even keep my eyes on him. I assumed he was knee deep into that shit so I gave in. I tried calling him to say I wanted to be a part of whatever he wanted to be a part of and that he shouldn’t be alone, but before I could finish dialing his number his mom called me instead.

 

    She called asking if I knew where he was, apparently there were night’s where he just didn’t show up and when he did, he just looked excused. Now it was rolling over in the middle of the next day and they still had no sign of the boy. Actually, now that I think about it there should have been a couple of police report about a teenage boy going…” “I know you’re not going to like this son but the fact is there’s always going to be a report of a missing teenage anything and usually it’s ends up just a bunch of kids getting into shit that they shouldn’t because their young and dumb and like getting into shit that they shouldn’t. I’m sorry about your friend but I assure you anytime we were called about a missing person in this neighborhood we gave it the same amount of respect we would give anything else” … “well maybe that’s why he ended up dead.” I said bluntly letting him know I didn’t care for his tone. “Look all I’m saying is this is an ab…” “save it officer, I’m not playing a blame game. I just wanna know what you found out about that house, this has that damned mansion written all over it.”

 

   “Mansion!? The hell are you talking about?” “Are you serious? Was I talking to a brick wall just now? The mansion Greg was so fucking interested in, I know he had to have been there. Your telling me after all this time nobody has checked the one place that has been connected to the disappearance of two people now!?” “*sigh* look, Kevin. We’re trying the best we can. I don’t know what’s going on in this seemingly quit little town, but I promise you I will find your friend Justice” he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry son, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Tell me everything you know about this mansion.”

 

   Oh Greg, around this time you would have said something corny to me that would have sound better in an action movie. How beginnings are the best part of an adventure because no matter what happens everything is up in the air. No fate, no real authority, just the influences that tries so desperately to control us. I know how much you hated them Greg, but I think you only said that as a curtesy of me. I wanted to be you so much Greg I couldn’t help it. To be considered so much a loser and to be free, immune all at the same time. No matter what I did I never went as deep as you. I could never find what I sacrificed and what you kept your entire life. In the end you were right, we had such a surreal true life together that the whole world was missing out on and you were always the center of it. You shook hands with things that would eventually lead to a normal man’s suicide and you treated them like they were fathers that raised you in a way you specifically asked for. My last year of school starts tomorrow and I’m scared Greg. I never once considered myself as an equal. With you gone everything seems like a grey piece of paper, the same grey piece of paper that was handed to me and everyone else that said this is who you are now. The one you lit on fire and dared the world to retaliate, the same…*Phone rings*

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello is this Kevin Spear?”

 

“Yes, who wants to know?”

 

“You know you really tell quite the story young man”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I mean all that shit about a kid being immune to society, granted, we did do our research, the kid was out there, and he was doing it on purpose too.”

“Where the fuck are you?” I said in a calmly manner. “hm? You wanna say something give me a time and place so I can quietly ring your neck.”

 

“Um how bout now, and at your place, you just threatened a cop motherfucker”

 

“What? WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?”

 

“It’s Officer Bullet Kevin and I just did a history sweep, a small search, I fucking question every single resident in your area, Kevin why did you lie to me?”

 

“Officer Bullet what do you mean?”

 

“The Mansion Kevin, we looked for it ourselves. It doesn’t exist?”

 

“WWWHAT!!!