= = = = = = = = = DATE: June 11, 2017 LOCATION: MONMOUTH COUNTY, NEW JERSEY = = = = = = = =
“Those who put their business where it does not belong, are the ones who are fated to made an example of.”
I couldn’t help but ignore the red light that blinked on the camera. The room was quiet and the air was still. I was in the middle of creating a masterpiece when the name Ashley Williams, began to linger to the forefront of my mind. She had to pay, she had to suffer. The road to Salvation was not an easy one and the league of gentlemen that I affiliate with were going to make sure of that.
“Camila, pay attention!” Sinister’s voice was more of a hiss when he snapped at me like that. We watched the monitors closely. “If you don’t focus you will miss something.” He says.
My eyes jolt from the screen to screen and when I realize no activity was going on I put focus on the fabric I was knitting in my hand. We were watching Ashley Williams’ home. No activity at the moment, but soon we would stir the pot.
We were agents of chaos and the justifiers of punishment and all dealings of pain. I’ve dealt with pain for over six years now. The suffering has built up a good bit of hatred and it led me to my new-found family.
“Did you see that?” Sinister asks, motioning with his pointer finger to the monitor in front of us. “What is causing that light to turn on in that room?”
I look up from the fabric that was beginning to look like a doll. One button sewn on for an eye and a crookedly stitched smile. It was about as close as I could get to looking like Ashley Williams. The Wiccan that lifted me up when I was down taught me a little about witch craft and a lot about voo doo. I always paid attention but never thought it would be useful for anything in life. Nemesis had expanded my mind and so had Sinister. They teach me to focus on all of the details not just the obvious ones.
“Is she in there? I can run in if you need—“I was silenced by the raising of Sinister’s hand. He remains silence and points out the shadow of a figure arriving in the window each time the light came on.
“Do you know what that is?” He asks, unsure of himself. I wasn’t sure either. It could’ve been a coat rack for all I knew. “Does she know that we are watching her home?” He was full of questions.
My focus adjusts in my eyes and I take a long look at the tiny shadow of a figure on the screen. It was definitely a coat rack. “I think it’s a coat rack, but I’m not totally sure. Is that a strand of hair or a hook?” The small image was too hard to decipher. “Wait.. there’s no breathing pattern. It’s definitely a coat rack.”
Sinister leans back in his chair once more and studies the monitors heavily. I on the other hand had different plans. We were to watch Ashley and learn everything about her before taking her down the path that lead to her Salvation, but it was kind of hard when she was never home or never around. She was hard to find. “It’s been almost thirty-six hours and not even a neighbor, a relative, a visitor of any kind."
What are you to do when the weasel interrupts dinner time and tucks tail unnoticed? Where could she be on a Monday night? Does she have a life? Friendships? She’s well known in other promotions, is her popularity blinding her from the dangers that lie ahead? What is the deal with Ashley Williams? I was most certainly going to find out. What makes her tick, what makes her tock… and what makes her skin boil. I’ve always wanted to haunt someone and now I have the ability to do just that.
If I had to guess, I’d say an hour had passed before I realized my work was done and the next phase of the operation had begun. Sinister still sat in silence staring at the screen. Surprisingly he didn’t look bored. I think he enjoyed his time in silence, but unfortunately I was going to break it.
“What do ya think?!” I cackle as the voo doo doll hits the table in front of him.
“It’s look spot on. Good work.” He says, holding the doll in front of him. “It looks exactly like her. What are your intentions?” He asks curiously.
“Break her.” My tone was stern. Sinister’s grin grew more wicked.
“Break her?” He asks.
“Break her.” I respond. “Piece, by piece… limb by limb… and step by step. I am going to make her quit. She will gouge her own eyes out so it’d be easier for her to forget. She’s going to remember the feeling though. The emotional trauma caused by the crisis hotline will be just enough to haunt her forever.” I say with confidence, conviction, and a smile.
“You have made us proud Camila… ALL of us.” His words struck a chord somewhere inside me. A rush of energy overcome me and it felt like I was powering up. “Lead her into the pit.”
Sinister goes back to focusing on the monitors and I turn in my chair and do the same, still holding the Ashley Williams voo doo doll in my hands. I was going to control her. Ashley Williams was going to be my puppet. But if she was crossing paths with me, she was going to have to suffer.
These are the rules. "OUMPGHOMPGUGH." A super muffled scream from the closet forced Sinister to rise from his seat. "Watch the monitors." He says before entering the closet and slamming the door shut.
