The Curse of Hostal La Parata: Part 2: Wall of Carnage

By Johnathan Currier

My Paradise Mountain Resort used to be a place of peace and quiet, but now it is full of blood, anger, and distraught.
My friends and neighbors have turned on me, and now they are trying to turn me into one of them.
The blood shall continue to spill and pour and leave a splashy trail, until the demon known to myself and others as the man in black rules his devils playground and raises his own army of demons from the burning depths of hell.
I must now find my way out of darkness and into the light and fight my way through the enchanted forest and rendezvous with the others before it is too late and my blood, too, is spilled upon the cobbles.
I must now team up with the newest recruits that have been embroiled in this nightmare, which has now become my massacre, and stop this madness once and for all.
Can Detective Nick Brown and his partner, Detective Carla Quinn, help us end this carnage before the war between evil and evil begins? Or will they also perish and burn and become a victim of pure evil?
In this exhilarating and terrifying sequel, we try to find the answers to the questions that everyone is dying to know.
Who is the stranger lurking in the forest and following my every move? And what is inside of the secret chest, which is hidden beyond the prison walls?
Who will make it out alive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496987396

Johnathan Currier

Since finishing my first book back in January i have made my mark in the writing industry and attended the annual book fair in London and met a lot of interesting people along the way. I am now more eager than ever to finish what I have already started and to make my books as successful as can be.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/01/2015

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My body remains naked, and I am alone, with only the bright blue moon keeping me company and a stranger of who I now know the identity of.

The woodland is silent and very much dark.

I think of the time to be around eleven thirty in the morning and there was still no sign of sun-up.

I have been separated from the rest of my group, and I have no idea of how to contact them, as I have no idea in which direction to follow.

Everything looks the same. Tall trees everywhere I look and not a house or a sign of light in sight.

‘Jamie, mate, please just kill me, before I kill you!’ I cried in much devastation and remorse.

I suddenly rest my right hand to the flat, wet and muddy ground as I tried to find with my stiff and freezing hand, some sort of weapon for attack.

I could feel a fairly large tree branch in my grasp, but as I had no proper feeling in either of my hands, I really have no idea in what I am trying to hold on to in my almost dead hand.

I muttered to myself as I cried in vain.

‘Come on Johnny boy, you can do it, just pick it up, just fucking pick it up. You are not weak, you are strong!’ I cried, almost breathlessly.

It was no use, my hands felt crippled.

I continued to scream, cry and roar until my heart bled out.

But to be completely honest, I wasn’t entirely sure if that was humanly possible, as most of my blood was pouring out from the soles of my naked feet.

I tried once again to pick myself up from the wet and muddy ground and bring myself to my, now, scarred and grazed knees.

I want to run away. I really want to pick myself up and run away, but I couldn’t. I was in so much pain.

‘Please, do not try and run; called out Jamie in his natural toned voice. ‘You will only make the pain in your legs and feet more painful, and certainly more deathful.’

Jamie at this point holds out his right bloody hand in order to take hold of mine.

He still has that thick rope twisted around his broken and bloody neck. His stomach appears to have gotten a hell of a lot worse from when I had discovered him earlier on in the evening hanging by the scruff of his neck upon the old oak tree.

His stomach now looks like it has been mauled by a pack of hungry wolves. Then again it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if someone or something had torn into him with their bare hands, judging by the way things have been panning out over the last few hours.

‘Relax Johnny I am here to help you.’

‘Help me?’ I roared in much anger, pain and disbelief.

‘You and half the towns folk have been trying to rape my tight arse all fucking night, and you call that help do you, you devilish monster?’

‘Call it what you like Johnny, but believe me when I say, I have not laid a finger or a single tooth upon a single human being all evening. You see Johnny; it’s just not in me.’

‘Not in you!’ I screamed in anger and shock. ‘Of course it’s in you, I mean look at the state of you. You are not normal Jamie. You are a monster!’

‘That’s no way to talk about your best mate, Johnny.’

‘We are no longer friends, Jamie; I cried. ‘My friend is dead!’

‘I am so sorry to interrupt you, Johnny, but I have to stop you right there, before you really lose the plot.

All I need from you, Johnny, is for you to trust me and to believe in me when I say once again. I have not drawn blood from a single human being all evening. Now, for the ultimate question of questions, do you believe in me?’

I paused for a moment as my frozen body and scrambled yet confused mind shut off.

I went to a peaceful part of the back of my mind. There I was, standing in a golden lit field by the ocean. The grass on the other side of the golden field was greener than ever, and the yellow dandelions on my left were blossoming as the pink tulips on my right were growing strong. This truly is quite a magnificent scene.

The birds are singing in tune, a tune which seems so familiar to me and yet I could not seem to point my finger towards.

The mighty tall and harshly loud waves were smashing and crashing against the rocks below the castle on the edge of the fielded cliff.

She then puts a ring upon my finger as her pink varnish shines from her finger nails and upon the huge glowing of fire sun.

The reason why I am referring to the woman, as she, is because I myself can only see the hand and pink fingernails, glowing in the magnificent sun-rise.

Whether this is the future I am seeing or just a crazy and deluded dream I am having, I don’t care, because I feel calm, happy and relaxed, and no one can take this moment away from me. I was having the time of my life.

‘Johnny, snap out of it!’ said Jamie in a quite demanding yet understanding tone.

The woodland suddenly turns dark, and I was back, back in hell.

Tree’s everywhere I look. There are no green fields, no birds and no castle by the sea, just me and a dead man.

‘You know, Johnny. We could stand here all morning, afternoon and night and talk about you’re future, or you could answer my question?’

I shake my head side to side as I blink my eyes rapidly.

‘I’m sorry, Jamie, what was your question again?’

‘The question, Johnny, for the second and last time was…

Do you believe in me?’

I answered suddenly, ‘yes!’

‘May I ask what changed your mind, Johnny?’

‘I think I saw my future, and I liked it. I think if I ever want to live that dream, then I may have to make a sacrifice, and that sacrifice is to trust you.’

‘So let’s do it!’ yelped Jamie in an over exited tone. ‘Trust me.’

I suddenly had a little moment to myself as I deliberated a little scenario in my mind.

‘No!’ I soon replied after a quick deliberation, as I looked into its dead eye’s.

How can I trust someone with my life when I don’t even trust myself?

I mean to think that I am going to escape from this nightmare is a reality, well it’s not. I’m obviously lying to myself.

My point is, if I cannot trust myself what chance do I have of trusting a monster with chalk white demonic eye’s, a bloody hole in his stomach and a tight rope twisted around his broken and bloody neck? I think very slim in my opinion.

‘Jamie!’ I roared.

‘I witnessed with my very own eyes, you, plunge you’re right hand fist into an officer’s stomach and tear out his ribcage and beating heart!’

‘Are you quite done yet with your slander and small talk towards me?’ replied a bored and fed up sounding Jamie as he yawns and the blood begins to drip and then pour down the sides of his pale and cracked skin and to the surrounding area of the dark and clammy forest.

I could hardly look.

‘No, I’m not fucking done! You also with your left hand fist embedded it into the same officer’s face. There was blood everywhere!’

I was screaming and yelling in desperation for some real, and some true answers. I felt like I was going in circles on a straight line.

‘So why don’t you deny that, you sick, twisted bastard?’

‘Very well; replied a quite certain and straight talking Jamie.

‘I deny it.’

‘What? You can’t deny that!’ I screamed in shock and horror.

‘I saw you for god’s sake.’

‘Johnny, shut you’re trap and listen to these words that I am about to introduce!’

‘Go on, Jamie; shed some light, its dark out here.’

I roll my eyes.

‘There is no time for joke’s Johnny. You might learn something here.’

I hush my dry and hard and cold lips as my body remains as cold as a block of ice, as Jamie spoke his words.

Sorry, the monster.

‘Finally some silence. As I was saying before Johnny, it’s just not in my nature. What you don’t realize is that the officer’s at the scene of the crime were not real officers, at least not all of them. Some of them were already demons being controlled and sent by the man in black. They were there to kidnap and torture you.

I saved you’re life, Johnny!’ roars Jamie in a demonic tone. ‘It seemed the only way in which the man in black could trick you into leading him to the whereabouts of the secret chest.’

‘This makes no sense, Jamie. Professor Kinsley wrote the secret diary and he stated in his book; the dead shall walk, that the chest was, and still is beyond a wall.’

‘What’s your point, Johnny?’

‘My point is; Professor Kinsley is the man in black’s son, which stands to reason that the man in black already knew the whereabouts of the chest. So why use me as shark bait, when I myself only discovered the chest a few short hours ago?’

‘I am afraid we are on two very different wave links, Johnny.’

‘How do you mean?’ I ask in confusion.

‘I mean, the man in black’s son, AKA, Gordon saint, is not Professor Kinsley, and he did not write the diary of secrets.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What I am saying, Johnny, is that the man in black’s son, Gordon, wanted you to trust him. They did not write the secret diary, and they have not got a clue to the whereabouts of the secret chest.

They were trying to set you up Johnny, and it almost worked.’

‘Thanks, I suppose.

Then tell me something, Jamie. If you are sure that it is not Gordon Saint who is the infamous, Professor Kinsley, or the publisher of the secret diary, who the hell is?’

‘Honestly, Johnny. I do not know, but I know somebody who does.’

‘Who?’

‘The person is you, Johnny.’

‘Me!’ I gasped in a pitchy and confused tone. ‘What do you mean me?’

I am so shaken.

‘What I mean Johnny, and I stand corrected when I say this, is you knew the whereabouts of the secret chest long before you ever laid eyes upon it in the old prison, along with my sister, Amanda.’

‘I’m not judging you, Jamie, but do you care to expand just a little more into detail about what it is exactly you are trying to tell me?

I am really confused.’

‘Very well, Johnny. You knew, and possibly still know the intimate details of the mysterious chest. It just seems you cannot remember.’

‘Well I’m sorry to doubt you, Jamie, but it just all seems a little unlikely that I cannot remember a damn thing in which you are gibbering on about. Speak English?’ Please!’ I cried.

‘What did I tell you, Johnny? Trust is the key to everything.’

I believe someone or something is messing around and controlling parts of your memory. Someone or something did not want you to remember the whereabouts of the chest. Possibly for the sake of the man in black and his family finding out, or as I am not entirely sure, for all we know the man in black was involved in your memory loss dilemma from the very beginning.

Either way, Johnny, someone or something did not want you to remember the whereabouts of the chest.’

‘What exactly is in this mysterious chest?’ I asked, Jamie.

‘Honestly, Johnny. I do not know. Only you and you alone know the true answer to the question everybody is dying to know.

What is in the chest?’

I sit in the mud and bark scattered all around me. I sit shaking, shivering, thinking and confused. So much shit remains to spin circles in my mind; it is just so much information to swallow and to digest in the one sitting. It may be Halloween, but there is no way in hell that my stomach can handle any more candy tonight. I feel as sick as it is without stuffing my face with chocolate, as hungry I may be.

Yet at the same time my body really was craving for a mars bar. ‘Hmmm, mars bar.’

One of man kinds little delights, don’t you think?

I sit in silence as Jamie continues to stare his blood soaked, and blood shocked eyes right in to my dreary, tired and upsetting eyes.

I then say to Jamie in a shaken yet confident tone of voice.

‘We must get to that chest!’

I tried with all my strength and vain to stand on my own two feet.

I was really struggling. I could not feel my legs or my feet.

Yet I could still feel the pain souring through me, if that makes any sense. Then again, what does make sense tonight?

Jamie helped me to stand to my feet. I had put my right arm around the back of his broken and bloody neck, for lenient support.

My hands and my arms were as cold as ice, unlike Jamie’s, boiling black blood dripping from his neck – How unusual.

I could feel the harsh and rough texture of the rope rubbing into the skin of my back arm and wrist. It was very uncomfortable.

My legs felt dead and we started to walk, one little step at a time.

‘As I was saying before, Johnny, I am here to help you, and hopefully the others as well. There are a few home truths coming your way, Johnny, so you had better be ready, and be prepared.’

‘Prepared for what?’ I asked nervously.

‘Prepared for what I am about to tell you.’

I then sighed deeply as I look into Jamie’s chalk white, and blood shocked eyes.

I heard that if you look deep into someone’s eyes you can look past the evil and into the good. Unfortunate for Jamie his eyes were about as handy and dependable as a blind man on skis. It just wouldn’t work.

Jamie is my best mate, but at the same time there is a demon trapped inside of him. It seems that the only possible thing that I can do is, trust him, and trust it, even though it seems the worst possible thing I could do.

What I really have to do is open up my heart and look deep inside. I pause for a moment.

‘Alright, Jamie, I’m listening, tell me everything you know.’

Under normal circumstances I would often like to hear a story from beginning to end, but as I am already on a slippery slope and with the ice melting fast, I asked, Jamie, to tell me the sufficient facts and to leave out anything to time consuming or of no real relevance. The clock is ticking.

‘Alright, Johnny, to cut a long story short, here it goes.

I am torn between hell and earth. Apparently the man in black cannot decide what to do with me.’

‘I don’t understand, Jamie?’

‘You see, Johnny. I was the man in black’s first victim in forty years to this very night, Halloween. This somehow allows me to hold the power to all of the man in black’s thoughts, dreams and plans for the fore coming future, as does now William, my father.’

I am very much still confused as I remain shivering and shaking, and still very much wondering.

‘I still don’t understand, Jamie, why are you trapped?’

‘The reason why I am trapped and why the man in black cannot send me to hell is because; there is a much darker, stronger and terrifying force at work here, Lucifer, the Devil.

You see, Johnny, if, Lucifer learns of this information being leaked to a dead walking, and talking, Lucifer, will be obliged to drag the man in black to hell himself, and have destroyed, for being so damn careless to allow a demon to enter his mind, me.

The only way that, our friend, Lucifer, can find out about this fatal flaw is if the man in black sends me to hell, and I report.

On the other hand, though, if the man in black grants me to stay here on earth and roam as the demon I have become, I have the power to make contact with the living.

I can help you, Johnny; I can also help the others as well. Unfortunately the man in black cannot allow this. This is where he is bricking it, Johnny. This is the man in black’s tough decision, whether I, Jamie Morgan and also my father go to hell or stay here on earth, and rule as the demon that I have become!’

‘Why also is your father enrolled in this quite elaborate and farfetched scheme?’ I ask as my mind is now boggled yet open.

‘My father now has a power much like my own. The only difference is he really does not have a choice in the matter.

My father has made his bed, and now he is far too afraid to go to sleep in it.’

‘Tell me the facts, please, Jamie?’

‘I’m afraid that I cannot divulge on that information, Johnny. You will have to leave it up to my father to share the unique importance of his own fatal flaw. There are rules that I must follow, Johnny and rules that I can only share with my kind.’

‘What exactly is your kind, Jamie?’

He did not respond to my question and gently brushes me away from the topical and very enchanting conversation.

I sigh deeply as I try to take all of this recent information in, and believe me, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

It reminds me of when I had taken an ecstasy tablet for the very first time.

I believe I was seventeen years old. My head and my hands felt so numb, as did the rest of my body, yet at the exact same time I was flying on cloud nine and reaching for the stars and I felt alive for the first time ever. But after a while I started to see things, and I wasn’t entirely sure if it was a figment of my own imagination, or if the insufferable pain I was feeling was real.

I was dancing on heads and fondling on her large and soft breasts, as if I was squeezing them softly in order to allow the air from a balloon or a hot water bottle to die down a little and to interact with the numbness and painless strain from my own grasp.

My hands were sweaty and raw.

My eyes were buzzing wide and dark, and the sense of it all made me to realize that it was all a lie.

There was no woman, and there was no breasts the size of watermelons. It was the ecstasy finally taking its effect. My head was now pounding and I was not really alive for the first time, but I was awake.

The final effect soon made me to realize that even though I was surrounded by a tonne of friends, and fellow party-goers, that it all had to come to an end at one point. The end was near and the music was turned off.

Everybody soon vacated from the premises and I was left to clean up the carnage of beer bottles and pot – smoking drug dealer’s mess, of which they had left behind.

I was left all alone. And here I am now, trapped in a forest with a man who is now a monster.

The taste in my buds is tasteless and disgusting and the power from it all was so over – whelming and musky – almost like a bad stench from a rotten sewer or a chemical spillage from a toxic power plant.

The pill was a bitter one to swallow, and the realization of it all was yet to strike me down and take away my soul. Yet the questions remained an open case file.

Why did I take the fucking pill in the first place? And was this going to be the last time?

Much like the questions that remain circulating in my open mind.

Is this monster of a man to be trusted? Or should I run far, far away and never stop until I eventually find the light of day?

This really was a bitter decision for my throat to swallow and even harder for my stomach to digest.

‘I think I believe you, Jamie. What exactly can I do to stop this?

What do we do now?’

‘Something you should have done hours ago, Johnny. We must open the chest. Do you have the key?’

‘No!’ I cried. ‘The key is in my jeans pocket.’

‘Where are your jeans?’

‘I don’t know!’ I yelled. ‘If I knew where they were I wouldn’t be standing here next to you freezing my balls off, now would I?’

‘Don’t fret, Johnny, I am only joking; Jamie laughed. ‘I know exactly where you’re clothes are.’

‘Where are they?’

‘Follow me, Johnny, follow me.’

‘Oh no!’ I yelled in a powerful discharge of vocals.

What is it, Johnny?’

‘The duffle bag; I gasped in utter terror. ‘Where is my duffle bag which holds and stores all the documents and the secret journal?

We must find it, Jamie. I am lost without it.’

‘I’m sorry, Johnny. But I can be no help to you on this matter. This is something in which you must figure out for yourself.

My memory cannot serve you and show you the way to the secret journal. My memory cannot and will not share this information – I am forbidden by a much higher power.’

I huffed and I puffed. I was also quite sure that if there were any houses standing nearby that my breath would have most likely blown them down and most definitely away.

I was now lost for answers, and with so many unanswered questions to remain to be revealed.

‘Look on the bright side; yelps Jamie.’

‘What bright side would that be?’ I reveal as my lips continue to shiver and shake.

‘At least I know where your clothes are.’

I roll my eyes the other way and totally and unwittingly dismiss Jamie’s last rather pointless remark.

Yet, I am so damn cold.

Jamie and I continue to walk through the woodland. The wind at this stage is blowing rapid in my face. My body remains freezing, and my teeth shattered.

‘Would you like to wear my jacket, Johnny, I’m not cold, honest?’

I glared my tired and dreary eyes up and down Jamie’s blood soaked body and with a sketchy look upon my face, almost sick.

His brown suede jacket was made up of a rather weird striking combination of red and black blood.

There was also white and pink puss oozing out from the huge gash within his open throat, and dripping upon his jacket.

I replied; ‘No thank you; in the kindest possible way, as I tried to keep my vomit down, rather than up.

‘Very well, don’t say I never offered.’

‘Oh, don’t you worry, Jamie, I won’t.’

‘Where are we going Jamie, I am so tired?’

‘We are returning to the hostel, Johnny. We must get you cleaned up and warm. You’re party of eight have just arrived for their two night stay, don’t you remember?’

No, actually; I gasped. ‘I totally forgot!’

‘It’s not your fault, Johnny. The guests got here a little early.’

‘How much longer is this little excursion going to take, Jamie?

I don’t think I have the energy or strength to carry on.’

My toes remain to feel and look, cracked, slit and bloody, as the heels of both of my feet look badly battered and bruised.

Jamie continues to breathe and pant heavily, as he walks on silently ahead.

‘Where are we now, Jamie? I don’t recognize any of this.’

‘Trust me when I say this to you, Johnny, you know exactly where we are standing.’

‘I do?’ I replied in utter confusion.

‘Yes, you do.

We are standing on top of Carmel Livingston’s private estate.’

‘Then where the hell is it?’ I ask with a slight glitch of wonder in my eyes.

‘It does not exist yet, Johnny.’

I then roared in much anger and frustration, and at the top of my dying breathe.

‘Tell me where we are, and get to the fucking point!

Please, no more bull-shit!’

‘Carmel’s house and over half of the house’s upon La Parata mountain, do not exist yet, as we are all trapped in the year 1968.

What still remains, Johnny, and always will is my father’s house, Spencer manor, the old prison, the cemetery, the police station, Carmel’s house, and the hostel, and they are connected to the same thing.

Everything else is in future times.’

‘What’s the connection?’

‘Only you know the answer to the connection, Johnny.’

‘Bull-shit!’ I roared. ‘You seem to think that I am the connection to what remains on the