<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Response to Creator's and Goat's post:</span></span><br/><br/>What had Guillaume gotten himself into?<br/><br/>Those were the exact thoughts that raced through his mind as he stood there before Ashley and Tanya.<br/><br/>"Woah! You have some interesting questions there Cher, but I may only have some time to answer a few of them."<br/><br/>He smirked as he placed one hand on his hip, and the other stroked his beard. This was indeed one of those situations that the old man had to wondered if he should of just drove away.<br/><br/>That was not in his nature though, and Guillaume would kick himself later if he allowed harm to come others. Such harm that a man like ol' Guillaume could easily settle.<br/><br/>Ashley's comment about Tanya being the "strangest thing" she has seen in this town gave Guillaume a soft chuckle. It was clear by the girl's age she was unaware of the world that existed beyond this town. A world that Guillaume was very familiar with. Which is why Tanya was was a someone or something that Guillaume was honestly unsure about.<br/><br/>"Chocolate may be the last thing this woman needs." He said aloud towards Ashley.<br/><br/>" To be certain though she do need some sort of protection from unwanted eyes."<br/><br/>He knew he did indeed carry a few blankets in the back of his wagon. Maybe even some extra clothes of sorts for her to wear. Though he could tell by the wild woman's expression that she was not a fan of "public places." Who could blame something in her position?<br/><br/>Even when Ashley had made her comment about not trusting "old men" who carried guns. He could not blame her on that either. After all. He was just some old Cajun with a fully automatic assault rifle slung over his shoulder. Now that he thought about it. He did come off maybe a little weird, but that was just Guillaume being himself.<br/><br/><br/>It was about the time when Ashley had decided she had enough, and was set to leave. That the same chill that went down her spine. Had too went down Guillaume's. The color in face had all but dissipated. As his posture changed from relaxed to tensed.<br/><br/>"We need to get off the road..Now!" Yelled Guillaume as he raced towards his wagon. He wasn't sure what exactly had happen, but that chill in the air. It was not natural, far from it. He swung open the driver's side door of his wagon, and chucked his Ak in the back seat. He turned and had glared back towards the two women. Hopefully, they had understood his words.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Response to Shadow's post</span></span><br/><br/>The two other deputies whom still stood just outside the station. Were left dumbstruck at the sight of what had just occurred to their fellow officer. It wasn't so much about the boy himself, but the fact that they just watched one of their own be disintegrated by acts of god knows what. The body, or what had been left of it. Was only a hollow husk of a corpse. Burned to a crisp, and left to roast beneath the rays of a hot summer's day. To make matters worse. The boy, or whatever he was seemed to just of brushed off the death. Then just like that. The boy had disappeared from sight.<br/><br/>Matt had still been seated at his desk. Oblivious of what just transpired outside his office.Very much to the point. That when the figure of a boy had appeared and disappeared outside his office window. Matt would only of been able to of caught a brief glimpse at the figure. Before one of his deputies rushed in to report about the body.<br/><br/>"Matt! You need to see this!"<br/><br/>The sight of the now rotted away corpse of a former deputy had been rather hard to look at. Matt stood among several other uniformed officers whom had been horrified at the sight. Three deaths in one day. Let alone one of those said deaths being one of their own. Could this be a coincidence, or a omen? Matt sighed, and rested his arms around his head. He noticed the other officers who had gawked at the corpse. Now with their attention on him. After all he was Sheriff, and the actions he took now. Were either going to be praised or hated.<br/><br/>"Alright folks. Enough standing around. Someone call the coroners office, and see if they get someone down here."<br/><br/>He was really tempted to stop over at Aunt Cait's Blue Moon Bar, and drink himself into a drunken stupor. Yet he was on duty, and knew he was better off sober then drunk. He glanced over the body one last time. Before he asked one of the officers to head back inside the station. He needed some type of sheet to cover the the officer. This was not right. To leave the poor man out in the open like this. He can't sat he even knew the deputy well, or that he even asked their name. This struck a cord with Matt. One which he wished he could change about himself. That cord that reminded him that no matter how far he ran. He never would be able to escape the man he was. Only then did he feel a sudden chill in the air. A chill that caused him, and the rest of the deputies whom stood out there by the body. To turn towards each other, and back at the body. Matt shrugged, and knew this was going to be a long day.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Response to cuteharuna's post </span></span><br/><br/>Dr. Richards had been with his 3:30 appointment.<br/><br/>"Now Mr. Joshnson. How long have you suffered from these night terrors?" Asked Issac as he stood up against his desk.<br/><br/>"Almost 40 years or more. I can't keep track anymore."<br/><br/>Issac nodded, and jotted down some notes in his book.<br/><br/>"Please go into detail Mr. Johnson."<br/><br/>His patient, a local fishermen, and a older gentlemen at that. Had came to Dr. Richard's office after no longer able to bare the nightmares that had plagued him since childhood.<br/><br/>"It started at the age of 8. When I had first started to hear the voices from the lake."<br/><br/>Dr. Richards listened. His eyes fixated on his patient, and nothing else.<br/><br/>"I would head towards the lake each day. With my fishing pole and bait." Recalled the old fishermen as he laid there rested against the lounge chair Issac kept in his office for patience. " Some days I would bring a old lunchbox my father bought for me, and filled it with treats. Treats for the children.."<br/><br/>He continued on about his experiences as a child. Some of it harder to understand, as he mixed several slurs and hesitated in the manner that he spoke. Though in truth. The old man didn't need to really speak. Issac could already tell, and maybe even see into the man's past.<br/><br/>"Tell me about the "children." Inquired Issac as he glared up at the clock. "Hmm, we are close to our time Mr. Johnson." The old man squirmed in his seat, and turned towards Issac.<br/><br/>"They were real! I am not crazy you know! They spoke to me, and promised that if I dragged others into the lake. They allow me to be with them..." Issac nodded, and reassured the man with a smile.<br/><br/>" I am sure they were, and I know we will need to talk about it more next week." The old fishermen responded with a nod in confirmation. He stood up from the seat, and approached Issac to shake his hand. Issac caught the man's gaze with his own. He was not one to shake other's hands in private, and he had good reasons for it. With that in mind. Issac snapped his fingers, and once again repeated his montra.<br/><br/>"Awake Mr. Johnson." The man halted in place, and went into a short spasm.<br/><br/>It took only what could be described as seconds, but in those very seconds. The man's mind went from eager to share about his childhood. To rather grumpy, and filled with aches.<br/><br/>"Alright Mr. Johnson. I think we made a great breakthrough today." The fishermen blinked, but could respond with a subtle nod. So out he went from Issac's office. A bit confused with his treatment, but accepted it none the less. After all Issac was a professional, and he had a way with words that made his patience feel fine..At least in some strange concept it did.<br/><br/>After the fishermen had left his office. Issac approached his receptionist Lerisia.<br/><br/>"Hello dear, how are you?" He said as he gave her smile.<br/><br/>As he stood there. He noticed the blood on her finger. "Finger cut?" He frowned, and looked for a napkin in his suit. "I am sure I have something for this."<br/><br/>As he reached around his suit, and through his pockets. A sudden chill rushed down his spine, "What the hell was that?"<br/><br/>He glared down at Lerisia.<br/><br/>"Did you feel that?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Public Post</span></span><br/><br/>It had either been between 3 pm or 3:30 pm.<br/><br/>When Miss Lisa Adeline stood atop a ladder in front of large bookcase.<br/><br/>Her goal today was to get those pesky last few books way above on the top shelf organised. Though in truth she had plenty of time to do so. As head librarian at the town's only library. She really didn't have much to do. There were books to catalog. Records to be filed in their proper places. Even brand new computers the mayor had installed to learn how to operate. Infact there were several things that she could of done instead. Yet she preferred the simple things, and by all means she was a simple women for it.<br/><br/>She was a thin thing, Miss Adeline.<br/><br/>From her head down to her feet.<br/><br/>Around the age of 35, she had been a woman that at first glance. Was very plain in visuals, and personality. From the way she wore her buttoned white blouse. To how her short black skirt seemed just long enough to cover any unpleasent areas. Even her auburn colored hair had been tied up in a neat bun. She was in all aspects a simple woman. Who enjoy her books. Only today was special. Very special for Miss Adeline. A day in which her life, and the lives of those who have too shared a love for the classics. Would be awoken into a world that has not been viewed upon since the early days of the town.<br/><br/>"Almost there..." Said Adeline as she pressed against the ladder. The full force of her 130 pound body leaned up against it. The last book had found it's sport on the shelf, and with it brought Adeline a sense of accomplished pride. She took a moment with a satisfied smile on her face.<br/><br/>"Now isn't this lovely.." As she was about to finish her words. A sudden chill down her spine caused her to loose her footing. The ladder tipped, and toppled. Which caused her to shriek out in fear as she tried her best to keep it leveled, but it was sadly in vain. The next thing she knew. She had crashed backwards into the next bookcase. Her back being smashed against the wooden frame of it. The pain which now developed through her entire spine caused her to black out.<br/><br/>Next thing she knew.<br/><br/>One of the other Librarians. Miss Jo'lean had her rested against a sofa. With some pillows placed behind her bruised back.<br/><br/>" Damn it Lisa! Girl you are lucky you are not dead!"<br/><br/>Jo'lean was a middle aged black woman who Lisa liked. A woman in her mid 50's, Jo'lean was very much a staple around the library.<br/><br/>To Jo'lean every book had a purpose. Every story had an adventure. Even the very basic of plots had something excited in store for those willing to read them. Lisa respected that about the woman, and wished she too shared the damn dedication. In all truth. Lisa had grown bored of her life, and wished for me. Jo'lean at times would catch Lisa bored out of her mind. Her head stuffed between the pages of some weird romance novel.<br/><br/>"Can you move, is your back fine?" Jo'lean inquired as she brought over two cups of coffee.<br/><br/>Lisa nodded, her back sore but not broken. "I did not fall on purpose..something pushed me." Described Lisa as Jo'lean handed over one of the cups. "I believe you Lisa, but how could you of been pushed when no one else was around?" Lisa shrugged, and blew on the cup of coffee.<br/><br/>"I am not sure, but it felt as if it had been a chill unlike no other. One that felt like the grave.."<br/><br/>Jo'lean's expression had turned into a frown. "A chill like the grave..."<br/><br/>Then Jo'lean realized something very dark in subject matter.."The Old Blood..."<br/><br/>Jo'lean jumped up out of her own seat, and glared at Lisa.<br/><br/>"We need to go to the school...now!"<br/><br/>Lisa raised a brow out of confusion.<br/><br/>"In the summertime!? Why!?"<br/><br/>Jo'lean shook her head. "Will explain on the way, but for now we need to go!"