Jessie's Diary

By T. Connie Rae

When a new case is allocated to case worker Maya Johansen, she perceives it to be a normal straight forward case. But this is far from the truth An old leather bound diary she receives as part of the case reveals strange confusing entries each entry stranger than the last, that takes her deeper into the world of the Jacob's Clan, a satanic cult.
In unravelling the twisted stories behind the case Maya has now found herself face to face with an evil beyond evil and find as the case suddenly becomes her

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jun 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468583106

T. Connie Rae

T. Connie Rae is an amateur writer and poet from South London, who has been writing short stories and poetry for a number of years. She has won awards for her poetry and short stories. She has special interest in horror, fantasy and the occult. This is her first novel and with it she has attempted to combine all three of her interests to create an emotionally charged psychological thriller. T. Connie is a Family Support worker and is currently embarking on an MA in Professional Writing. She also a member and supporter of the Dyslexia organisation and the Dyspraxia Foundation. T- Connie lives in London with her two children, her boyfriend and their pet goldfish.

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Jessie’s Diary

T. Connie Rae

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Author’s note:

Dear Reader,

Firstly I would like to thank you for purchasing my book. This has been my first attempt at using a talent that I never knew existed and my first attempt at this style of writing. I am severely dyslexic and also dyspraxic and I have purposefully chosen not to have this book edited. Whether this goes against me or not, I have chosen not to hide the fact that I am dyslexic and have chosen to show the originality of thought that went into writing Jessie’s Diary.

Once again I would like to thank you for your support and if you would like to find out more about the two disabilities mentioned above, please visit the Dyspraxia Foundation at:www.facebook.com/dyspraxiafoundation.

Regards,

T. Connie Rae

Prologue

Dear Sally,

They don’t know where I am. I’m hiding Sally and I wish I could stay here forever. I wish I could stay here with you Sally. Please don’t make me go back. I want to stay here with you Sally . . . Just you and me forever.

Jessie Jacobs

Dear Sally,

I made her for you, she has special powers just like you and I, Sally. But He found her Sally . . . We need to find her before it’s too late . . .

Jessie Jacobs

Dear Sally

Where are you? I came to the place where we always meet, but I couldn’t find you. I called and called your name, but only the howling of the winding was my reply. Oh no, Sally has He found you? I’m sorry Sally it’s my fault. I should have protected you.

Jessie Jacobs

Chapter One

I sat there staring at the old, slightly torn leather bound diary that lay on my lap and the multitude of paperwork scattered all over my desk. I had received the diary and other paperwork and a huge lever arch file via special delivery this morning. It was all part and parcel of one of my new allocated cases. This diary was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It was about the size of a hardback novel and without closer observation it could have been mistaken for one. Its soft, leather covers were a stained tan and brown colour and I noticed that a series of strange symbols ran along the spine of the book. I had basic knowledge of Egyptology, but found it difficult to decipher these strange symbols the front cover. There was no other writing as such on the front of the book, but I did notice the strange golden snake-like creature that formed the clasp that secured the book.

I should have been used to these cases and their strange accompaniments by now, but there was something extremely unusual about this diary, something different. I gazed at its markings and inscriptions as lay in my lap. But when, I picked it up it seemed to give off a strange vibration, almost like an energy drawing me in. A sudden cold chill ran through me, causing me to quickly drop the diary on the windowsill beside me. My coffee or was it tea, I can’t remember and it doesn’t really matter now, because it was stone cold, sat in my cup untouched. My eyes burned as I tried to stave off sleep. I knew I needed to get to bed as I had an early start in the morning.

I wonder what time it is, I asked myself as I forced myself out of my position. I stretched and yawned and the taste of—coffee. Yeah most definitely coffee lingered on my breath. Damn, I can’t believe I’ve been sitting here for so long. I’ve got 14 missed calls and 10 voice mail messages, I whispered to my cat, Maisie as I plodded into the kitchen.

Maisie miaowed loudly as she followed me into the kitchen. You’re not really interested are you girl, I said gently as I scratched her behind her ears. You’re just hungry aren’t you? I looked up at the clock on the wall as I opened a can of pedigree cat food for Maisie. It’s only 9:30. Damn the way my back aches I was sure it was much later than this. Feel like I’ve been sat here for ages.

Walking out into the living room again, I debated whether I should listen to my voicemails or run myself a hot bath. It was an easy debate, having a hot bath won hands down. The bath filled really quickly and the room was soon filled with steam. I fancied loads of bubbles tonight and that’s exactly what I had as I sank into my steaming hot bath.

Sighing, I closed my eyes as I let the heat attack my aching butt muscles. I was just thinking about my new case, when my phone rang and startled me out of my thoughts. Shit, I swore under my breath as soapy water spilled onto the smooth black tiled floor.

Well, there goes my me time, I chuckled to myself as I grabbed my bathrobe off the back of the door. You’re bloody well persistent aren’t you? I said to my cordless phone as its ringing echoed down the hallway.

I managed to grab the phone on the last ring. Hello, I said breathlessly, wishing to tell whoever it was on the other line sod off so I could get back to my bath.

Hey Maya, it’s me Greg. I’m not disturbing you, am I?

No . . . no, I lied. Greg was one my closest friends and also one of my closest colleagues. We’d often joint work cases.

Liar he laughed. Bet you were in the bath with your fave toy, Greg laughed naughtily.

Shut up Greg, I said laughing as well. Anyway, what’s up you okay?

I was just about to ask you that same question. I heard about the case Jennelle’s given to you. That’s a tough case, Greg said, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Hmm, I said chewing momentarily on my bottom lip. So do you know anything about this case? I asked Greg as I made my way to my bedroom.

Not much to be honest. I know that the parents were involved in some kind Satanic rituals and worshipping. That’s about as much as I know.

Ok, but that’s just like any other case that we’ve worked on isn’t it? Then why did you say that this case was tough? I asked curious as I towel dried my hair.

We’ll I heard rumours that the child’s a fire starter and has selective mutisim. She torched the family’s and blamed it on Sally a doll that she carries everywhere with her, Greg concluded.

Hmm, I said again as I slipped into my favourite PJ’s. Sounds like my kinda case, I said with a note of sarcasm in my voice. So where is she at the moment—I mean where has she been placed?

I’m not sure; Jennelle has yet to disclose that information to me. Anyway that information should be in the case files. Have fun with that, he replied teasingly.

Chuckling softly, I decided to change the subject. So Greg, I can’t believe you’re leaving for good on Friday. You know your leaving do is gonna turn into a wild party especially if Pipa shows up, I said still laughing.

Pipa was also one of my closes friends. Well my best friend to be honest. And teamed up with Greg, a quiet evening could quickly turn into a partaay, when these two are around. I always thought Greg and Pipa would make the perfect couple, and come to think of it I’m not sure why they’ve not hooked up yet.

Yeah I am off to pastures new. And I can’t wait for Friday, as our girl Pipa always says, ‘hey where da party at’, he said with a laugh.

Yeah, I agreed, yawning and suddenly feeling very sleepy.

Damn don’t swallow us all, Greg joked. Ha ha funny Gregory, I said stifling yet another yawn.

Hun you sound tired. Get some sleep. Talk to you later okay, Greg said, laughing as I mumbled, bye and was overwhelmed by another yawn.

I hung up and put the phone back into its cradle, set my alarm clock for 7am and snuggled up to my pillow. I’d just fallen into a blissful sleep when I was suddenly jolted awake. I looked around my room, feeling slightly disorientated as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I slowly got out of bed, thinking that I should go check on Maisie, when I clearly heard her hissing, then miaowing mournfully from the kitchen. My hairs stood on ends as I made my way to the kitchen, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.

There was blood near Maisie basket and as I moved closer to her basket she looked up at me, her eyes glazed and her head almost lolling to one side.

Omigod, Maisie, I cried, panicking as I rushed to her side. But something stopped me in my tracks, for in the darkness I could see something reddish-brown in colour hanging out Maisie’s side. I peered down closer at the reddish-brown stuff but the only light that came in through the tiny kitchen window, was from the street light across the road and that in itself was very dim. My blood ran cold as I turned on the light and I screamed as I rushed over to the kitchen sink and vomited.

Omigod, Maisie, I said as I broken into sobs. In the light I clearly saw that her intestines were ripped out and hung outside her body. Her ivory white fur was matted with bloody and her open eyes stared up at me glazed. I sat on the floor next to her, I’m certain I sat in her blood as I cried and cried. The shrill ringing of my phone startled me, and I quickly walked down the hall, I looked up at the clock and noticed that it was 6:15am, the time that Greg normally called me to remind of our early morning jog around the park.

Hello, I answered my voice husky from crying. Hey, sleepy head, did you sleep okay? Greg asked cheerily.

Greg, Maisie’s dead, I said as I started sobbing again. What? Maya, what did you say? He asked sounding confused. But I must have been crying so hard, because the last thing I heard was, I’m coming over now, and then the line went dead.

Greg must have driven like a maniac, because he was here in 5 minutes tops and I know he lives over 20 minutes away from me. I somehow managed to change, although I’m not sure when. Greg rang my doorbell urgently and for some reason the sound of the bell echoed through my apartment, giving me a slight headache. I blew my nose quickly with a crumpled up tissues I found in the pocket of my shorts as a made my way to the front door.

I stood at the doorway staring blankly at Greg that he had to gently move me out of the way to get in. I smiled briefly at him as he stood there in his navy blue and white tracksuit, with a worried looked on his face. I guess he was getting ready to come meet me for our usual early morning jog, before I started blubbing about my cat.

Suddenly feeling really silly I said, I’m sorry Greg, you must think I really silly crying like this over a cat. Maya don’t be ridiculous, Maisie is not just any cat she was your cat and you loved her and I’m sure in her own feline way she loved you as well, Greg said gently as he gave me hug.

But I pulled away from him and looked at him confused. I wondered why he spoke to me in such a patronising way. Wondered why he spoke to me like I was some kid whose pet had just died.

As he made his way to the kitchen, I quickly ran ahead of him as I said, you can’t go in there. Maisie still in there, I’ve not moved her yet. Greg turned to look at me quizzically, Maya I really understand your attachment to Maisie. And I understand how raw you must feel, considering the way in which you found her. I think I’d still be upset as well.

That patronizing tone again. And I’m sure I never told him how I found Maisie, with her insides hanging out. And another thing, why was he talking to me like Maisie didn’t just die, but, has been dead for some time now."

Still I followed him into the kitchen and was shocked speechless as the kitchen appeared spotless and pristine as it usually does after I’ve tidied up. Maybe I’ve already clear up the mess—and I’m not sure now as my mind felt suddenly hazy and foggy.

I walked over to Maisie favourite spot. The place in between my fridge and the wall, I always put her basket there. I have tried putting it elsewhere but she miaowed persistently until I moved it back. But as I stared at the spot it slowly dawned on me that even her basket was gone. When did I move Maisie basket? I asked myself feeling rather puzzled.

Here, Greg said handing me a steaming cup of coffee. I almost forgot he was here. I guess I was so lost in my thoughts. I took the cup from him and sat down in Maisie’s spot and stared, lost and dazed into my coffee mug. Greg stooped down beside me and gently took my cup and put it on the floor next to his.

Look, he said gently. I know this is hard as you were really close to Maisie considering how long you’ve had her. But it’s not your fault Maisie got hit by that car. There was nothing that you could have done to prevent that, stop being so hard on yourself, Maya.

I slowly got up and looked back at Greg confused. Maybe he got it wrong. Maybe he’s confusing Maisie with someone else’s cat that died. Greg, I found her here. I found her dead at some point this morning, with her insides friggin’ hanging out right where you’re sitting now, I said my voice, raising an octave higher than I wanted it to. And you’re telling me that she got run over by a car. Like she simply walked out into the streets and got hit. Like it was ages ago, I continued, then started sobbing again.

Getting up off the floor and holding me close, Greg whispered gently, Calm down Maya. It’s okay to feel this way. And it will get easier with time. It’s been three months since Maisie died and I know you miss her terribly.

What? I said as I pushed him away. No Maisie died today. I—I found her, Greg. I—I found her right here, I stammered, pointing at the floor. Maya she died three months ago now. Don’t you remember? We took her to the vets after you found her. Remember Jillian said that there was nothing we could do for her? Remember the little ceremony we had, you me and Pipa?

I shook my head sadly as I looked up at him, sad not because of the death of my beloved cat, but because Greg was the one confused and not me. Maisie died today and that’s the truth I saw her. I don’t know where she is now. But I saw her and she most certainly was not hit by a car. Something or someone killed her.

Chapter Two

I convinced Greg to call Jennelle and tell her that I was ill. This was not exactly a lie as I could feel the tension slowly building up in the muscles of my back and shoulders. Greg offered to stay with me a while longer to ensure that I was okay, but I told him I’d be okay and it was fine for him to go. He seemed a little reluctant but I told him that I’d talk to him later I just needed a bit of rest. After he left I contemplated calling the police regarding Maisie. But on second thought, they wouldn’t believe me now would they? I had no body to show them, and to top it all off, who the hell calls the police about the murder of their pet.

Despite this, somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought what if Greg was right. What if Maisie did died like he said she did and it did actually happen three months ago. But that can’t be right. I saw Maisie. I saw her yesterday and I saw her dead her today. The whereabouts of her body and cat basket are a mystery to me. But I did see her. I decided not to think about Maisie anymore, as I switched on the kettle and drew myself a nice pot of Earl Grey tea. I wondered what was on telly, since I was gonna be home all day I might as well catch-up on the soaps. I sat in my favourite arm chair and turned the telly on with the remote. I flicked aimlessly through the channels as there was nothing interesting for me to watch. I remembered I had some chocolate biscuits on the coffee table near the window and thought they’d go great with my tea.

As I got up to go get them, I came