Heaven's Falling
Background
Now a little background for the telling of this haunting tale….
Twas a dark and stormy night on the 22nd of January, now in this cold town it never snowed. Only rain licked the blood stained streets, the only sounds heard are those of a pregnant mother. She lays in bed as contractions wrack her weaken body.
“Push babe, you can do it… one more.” Her husband encourages and the wife screams in pain, before the sounds of a sobbing baby girl are heard. A young boy is peeping around the corner, eyes wide in wonder.
“What shall we name her?” The mother asks and the little boy walks in.
“Morticia, short for mortician…” The boy whispers and both the parents look at him in puzzlement but nod.
“Now what about a middle name?” The father asks and the boy smiles, how he spent a long while dreaming up his sister’s name.
“Emerald, for in my dreams she has the most stunning green hazel eyes. Their quite bewitching.” He smiles as his parents nod in approval. This baby girl’s full name is Morticia Emerald Rose, but I do believe you know her by another, the Witch of Shallow Graves…
How this is relevant will be revealed in a time short coming, but now is time for another flashback.
The little boy has grown up and has a wife of his own, her name is Angel and his is Jack. His wonderful wife is pregnant and they believe it will be a little girl, just like his wonderful little sister he named 3 years ago. The cool summer’s breeze filters through the dusty house and Angel coughs weakly.
“It’s time Jack,” She breathes and he gasps before rushing to her side.
“Dear you aren’t strong enough are you sure?” He asks as the first contractions take over her. She nods before screaming in pain.
“Jaak,” His three year old sister comes from the next room and he waves her out, not wanting to let her watch the death of his wife and the life of his daughter.
“Push Angel.” He whispers and the loving mother pushes a final time before slipping away into death. Jack lets out a heartbreaking cry before turning to his new born daughter.
“Jaak, you ight?” His little sister asks and he shakes his head, not even able to fully understand the situation Morticia walks over to her older brother.
“Elmwood Phantom Rose” She whispers the name just suddenly popping into her head. Jack looks at her astonished, the name was the most beautiful he has ever heard. The young lass takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“Ella for short…” The young 20 year old male nods and the little girl breathes a sigh of relief.
Now these things might not seem relevant but oh how they are… just one more thing before our relapse in time is ended.
“Morticiaaa” Elmwood calls and the young 5 year old clambers up the oak wood stairs. She barely makes it to the top before a strange man enters the house. The husband and wife try to stop him but he chops them limb from limb, the young man rushes to hide the young girls but to no luck. He is swiftly dragged down the stairs and faces the same treatment as his parents.
“Ella!!” Morticia’s shrill 5 year old whine echos through the now deadly silent house, causing the man’s attention to drift up the stairs. He clambers to the top and guides the girls down stairs.
“Its alright, I’ll help you.” The man whispers calmingly to the scared little girls, now the girls who know no better go along willingly. Only Morticia catching a glimpse of the blood filled kitchen…
But the thing is where the man is taking these 2 young girls was the families vacation house only 1 year ago. Neither of the girls remembered it but the parents had left a journal there. The contents of that journal was so key in their lives that it was safely hidden. The last 2 entries in this leather bound journal were:
January 22 1988: Morticia (short for mortician) Emerald Rose; female
July 22 1991: Elmwood Phantom Rose; female
Attached to both these pages were their baby pictures… now the only thing needed for the two young mistresses is to find the long lost journal…
Twas a dark and stormy night on the 22nd of January, now in this cold town it never snowed. Only rain licked the blood stained streets, the only sounds heard are those of a pregnant mother. She lays in bed as contractions wrack her weaken body.
“Push babe, you can do it… one more.” Her husband encourages and the wife screams in pain, before the sounds of a sobbing baby girl are heard. A young boy is peeping around the corner, eyes wide in wonder.
“What shall we name her?” The mother asks and the little boy walks in.
“Morticia, short for mortician…” The boy whispers and both the parents look at him in puzzlement but nod.
“Now what about a middle name?” The father asks and the boy smiles, how he spent a long while dreaming up his sister’s name.
“Emerald, for in my dreams she has the most stunning green hazel eyes. Their quite bewitching.” He smiles as his parents nod in approval. This baby girl’s full name is Morticia Emerald Rose, but I do believe you know her by another, the Witch of Shallow Graves…
How this is relevant will be revealed in a time short coming, but now is time for another flashback.
The little boy has grown up and has a wife of his own, her name is Angel and his is Jack. His wonderful wife is pregnant and they believe it will be a little girl, just like his wonderful little sister he named 3 years ago. The cool summer’s breeze filters through the dusty house and Angel coughs weakly.
“It’s time Jack,” She breathes and he gasps before rushing to her side.
“Dear you aren’t strong enough are you sure?” He asks as the first contractions take over her. She nods before screaming in pain.
“Jaak,” His three year old sister comes from the next room and he waves her out, not wanting to let her watch the death of his wife and the life of his daughter.
“Push Angel.” He whispers and the loving mother pushes a final time before slipping away into death. Jack lets out a heartbreaking cry before turning to his new born daughter.
“Jaak, you ight?” His little sister asks and he shakes his head, not even able to fully understand the situation Morticia walks over to her older brother.
“Elmwood Phantom Rose” She whispers the name just suddenly popping into her head. Jack looks at her astonished, the name was the most beautiful he has ever heard. The young lass takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“Ella for short…” The young 20 year old male nods and the little girl breathes a sigh of relief.
Now these things might not seem relevant but oh how they are… just one more thing before our relapse in time is ended.
“Morticiaaa” Elmwood calls and the young 5 year old clambers up the oak wood stairs. She barely makes it to the top before a strange man enters the house. The husband and wife try to stop him but he chops them limb from limb, the young man rushes to hide the young girls but to no luck. He is swiftly dragged down the stairs and faces the same treatment as his parents.
“Ella!!” Morticia’s shrill 5 year old whine echos through the now deadly silent house, causing the man’s attention to drift up the stairs. He clambers to the top and guides the girls down stairs.
“Its alright, I’ll help you.” The man whispers calmingly to the scared little girls, now the girls who know no better go along willingly. Only Morticia catching a glimpse of the blood filled kitchen…
But the thing is where the man is taking these 2 young girls was the families vacation house only 1 year ago. Neither of the girls remembered it but the parents had left a journal there. The contents of that journal was so key in their lives that it was safely hidden. The last 2 entries in this leather bound journal were:
January 22 1988: Morticia (short for mortician) Emerald Rose; female
July 22 1991: Elmwood Phantom Rose; female
Attached to both these pages were their baby pictures… now the only thing needed for the two young mistresses is to find the long lost journal…
5/31/13