The lawn was still pretty saturated with rain water and as he slopped through the mud, he though how nice it would be to enjoy a bath with Tori, what would be even better would be if he could first find Fish and Brandi, that would be a good start to a day, but he doubted the chances of that happening.<br/><br/>The footsteps did indeed lead out to the cemetery, and at first Jacob had assumed that they were the tracks from earlier yesterday or even later in the evening when they first went out looking for Brandi but logic took over and he remembered how hard it rained last night. These tracks, one smaller and the other a large man's sized print, were still relatively still fresh, which could only mean they were made shortly after the rain stopped.<br/><br/>The wind had blown some branches down, but otherwise the cemetery looked much the way it did yesterday. Well, that wasn't all together true though, it seemed much nicer and calmer now that he was viewing it on  a sunny day, instead of the overcast and dreary view he and Tori took in yesterday. The set of footprints lead up to the main mausoleum. In huge stone lettering 'Crenshaw' was carved into the arched marble entry way. Jacob walked and pulled on the thick steel gates that barred it's entrance, a thick chain was wrapped several times around them and the lock appeared to be the size of a small book. He leaned down closer and looked to see if it had been recently disturbed but found that the entire coil of binding chain had rusted together into a singular mass. Obviously nobody had been in or out of it in a very long time; well nobody 'living' anyway.<br/><br/>Jacob pressed his face up to the bars and remained quiet, trying to see if he could hear anything coming for the inside, and other than the lack of bird's chirping, there was nothing. It was dark inside and Jacob could barley make out the stone sarcophagus and reflecting bench. "Hello......Brandi? Fish?" Jacob called in, and felt a bit silly doing so, no reply came.<br/><br/>He was just about to start back toward the house, when he saw the grave, he'd investigated earlier was disturbed. The pile of dirt around the freshly open grave stopped him in his tracks and sent a cold shiver down his spine. He sprinted over to find a 6 foot hole right where his 'cousin's grave should have been, no shovel, or other digging equipment was anywhere in sight, but the creepiest thing were the claw marks and hand prints in the mud, as if someone had crawled out of it. Jacob stood dumbstruck for a second, just staring downward, not knowing what to do. There was no way he could bring this up to Tori, if she wasn't already freaked out enough, this little tid-bit would send her right over the edge, and they still needed to find Fish and Brandi.<br/><br/>Jacob turned and strode away from the mystery, his mind was so distracted already, even thinking about the implications of some undead creature of the night stalking them on top of already having to deal with a malevolent sex spirit was simply more than his mind could bare for the time being. He walked back inside the house and jogged upstairs, finding Tori waiting in the tub, he didn't say anything to her. He simply stripped off his muddy jeans and underwear and slipped into the tub with her, the fact that he could now see all the bruises on both himself and her, was just another log of denial on the fire of psychological cooping mechanisms that burned inside this young man's head.<br/><br/>Instead he chose to focus on the wonderful numbing feeling of the hot water, the trip from the kitchen to upstairs was a long one and Tori must of had to make a lot of trips to even get the large tub this full. With both of their bodies in it, the water level was higher, reaching passed their waists.<br/><br/>"Jacob, you don't think anything happened to Greg and Shanna? I mean, there was no car in the water. Surely the weight of their SUV broke the ground enough that it gave way from the water?" Tori was hopeful, able to think better since she was clean. "Did you find Fish and Brandi? Did the footprints lead you anywhere?"She hesitated and then said,"Jacob, I saw Fish and Brandi last night, after we came out of the basement. It was later but they were there."<br/><br/>He didn't answer, just looked around the room. Without waiting to be asked, Tori squirted some soap onto her hands, rubbed them together and began washing his back. His muscles were knotted, displaying his tension as much at his silence.<br/><br/>Jacob let her wash him, watching her, as Tori's facial expression gave away her knowledge of last night's encounter as she carefully washed his bitten torso, her own bite mark bruises stood out on her beautiful soapy boobs as did the hand print on her arm, that one was especially telling as the ring finger left a ring shaped welt of a married man, Shanna had worn them often. And in that instance he knew the perverse 'dream' he'd had last night wasn't a dream at all. Whatever evil thing had somehow penetrated the library last night, and in doing so had had it's way with them.<br/><br/>Jacob pushed the thought from his mind, it was just another one of the 'logs' at this point. He pulled Tori close to him and kissed her passionately, he wanted her to know that he didn't care, and that it was going to be ok and he would protect her, but still could find the words to express it, because honestly he didn't know it that was true.<br/><br/>Jacob grabbed the soap and leaned back, letting Tori relax and lay back on to his chest so they could both  stretch out. He gently began to wash her, taking equal care of her injuries. They laid together in the slowly cooling water for several minutes, without saying a word to each other, and then finally Jacob was able to bring himself to speak.<br/><br/><br/>"My Aunt Glenda raised me, I know I told you that, but before that, when my parents were still alive....I have these memories of that time. They don't fit in though, like my mind can't seem to find the right spot for them, because they are so bizarre, that they don't match up with any of the other context.... Like misfiled dreams that your brain thinks are real memories, but I could sware they really happened though. I remembers, images, and sounds, and textures....Just like the real thing, but they are so strange that they couldn't possibly be true.<br/><br/>My parents...well you know...they were both very successful, anything they touched seemed to turn to gold, some might even say 'charmed'....soo growing up, most my memories are of living in nice houses, going fancy places, and doing fancy things....The whole memory slideshow is bright and colorful, but every once in a while, there comes a slide or two that seem dark in comparison. It's those strange ones, the  ones with dark rooms, and strange people and a lot of bad feelings, that my mind can't decide are really real, or just mislabeled nightmares....<br/><br/>So then, before I'm 18 my parents are both killed....It was all very sudden, you know....so when the police dropped me off at my Aunt Glenda's house, she hadn't even found out yet. I remember walking through her house and seeing a bunch of pictures of an my aunt and her friends, all standing around in front of a huge old house, My mother and father were in some of the later ones....But that house was the same house my memory was having such a hard time deciding whether it was real or not. Needless to say, I woke up the next morning, and Aunt Glenda had replaced all those photos with other random pictures....I asked her about them, and she claimed not to know what I was talking about. She said she'd had those same generic photos of flowers and scenery there for 20 years, but I knew she was lying, whatever it was, she certainly wasn't willing to talk about it..... and she died before I ever got a chance to ask her again.<br/><br/>I went through her stuff during the estate sale but never ended up finding those photos....But then, the will got read, and this place lands in my lap....The Crenshaw Manor....It was this place....In my nightmarish memories....In Aunt Glenda's pictures....This place. I don't know how, I can't explain it, but I've been here before....I think my whole family might be attached to it....and I have to find out why they all died for it. If I don't, then I can't ever forgive myself...." Jacob finished, he trailed off as they lay in the tub together.<br/><br/>In silence, Jacob rubbed Tori's stomach and chest they were both lost in thought. Jacob contemplated about the part of his monologue that he'd purposefully omitted. In those dark memories, their was another child here, a girl with the same eyes that Tori had.