Fearing Sara

By D.P. Pankratz

Born March 3, 2017. Sara was the devils spawn. Kidnapped from the hospital, and taken to a farm near Warman Saskatchewan. Spending the next thirteen day growing into a teenager. Only wanting one thing, her mother Rachel, but the devil refuses to give her back. Sara doesn't take no for an answer. She makes the devil, and everyone else's who stands in her way pay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Perry Pankratz
• Release date: Mar 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781777156428

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Fearing Sara

Fearing Sara

by

D.P. Pankratz

Copyright

Fearing Sara is a fictional book, people, and events are embellished. Some of the places are real, others made up. In the likelihood events, characters resemble actual events/persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Anything else regarding this book is a product of the author’s imagination.

Copyright © 2020 D.P. Pankratz

Published in the United States by Lulu.com

LIBRARY AND ARCHIVES CANADA CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Pankratz, Perry/(PerryP.)

Fearing Sara/D.P. Pankratz

Fearing Sara: Part two of A Witches Revenge, is the Devils Parade

ISBN 978-1-7771564-2-8

Printed in the United States of America

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Dedications

To my loving wife Teresa, you’ve always been here when I needed you, and I’ve enjoy our years together, both good and bad. Thank you for being here.

Michaela MacKenzie, your mom, Crystal MacKenzie was right in suggesting you for the face of Sara. You have her beauty, and eyes that make you wonder what you are really thinking. I can’t thank you enough, and I hope you enjoy the read. Your friend always, Perry Pankratz.

Amanda Williams, thank you for editing both A Witches Revenge…, and Fearing Sara. I can’t thank you enough.

Magen Baxman McMinimy for the exceptional artwork for the covers. Thank you!

I want to thank everyone else whose stuck with me through the many pages, books, and especially years. This journey is long one, and together we will smile, cry, and laugh our way to the end. Thank you for being a part of my life. 

Vengeance, June 12, 2016

Holding a pitchfork towards the devil, Gage stands about ten feet in front of me to the left. Staring at the devil holding Alexandria around the neck, as the devil shouts at Gage continuously. Glaring Alexandria down, as my thoughts take hold, I HATE you both… for everything you did, and your father put me through! You killed my best friend, Glenda! What you made me do a few hours ago! Looking over at Steve, bow in his hands ready to fire an arrow. Wanting to run and kill them both. Taking a deep breath, turning and asking, Steve, can I borrow your bow for a moment? Firing the arrow as he turns, and replies unsure,

Sure… I guess?

Thanks’! I reply, quickly grabbing the bow and an arrow. As the smell of death wreaks its havoc amongst everyone, holding my breath, pulling back on the arrow, and letting go! Nearly hitting Gage on the right side, as Alexandria comes running towards him screaming. The arrow hits her in the throat, she comes to a stop, a stunned expression on her face while falling to the ground. Looking at Red lying there, hearing her gargling for every breath. Standing here as a smirk grows on my face, everything becomes a daze. The first time I ever killed someone, as I seem to be judging myself. In the same moment, thinking to myself, That’s for Glenda. You can watch the witch die for what she did!

The Devil shouts scared,

NOOOO! RED, MY DAUGHTER NOOOO! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO PAY NOW!

Watching everything unfold as Gage, turns and looks towards me weird, but nodding approvingly. Looking as if he is saying something, but I am in too much of daze. I just brought down the devil’s daughter, but I also killed someone. Everyone jumps and shouts around me excitedly. People chirping, but I don’t know if they are talking to me, or just around me? Dropping the bow on the ground, as the rest of the building comes down, the smell of death begins to slowly lift. Turning away from the people running past me to get into the graveyard. Walking towards Mr. Johnson’s house, soon joined by Alexa who grabs my arm while responding concerned,

Where are you going, Rachel…?

Stopping in my tracks, and looking at her face, as anger begins taking hold of me. She smiles, as my thoughts scream, How the hell do two people look the same? I know I killed Alexandria… I know I did! Alexa looks so much like her! Taking a deep breath before I can ask, Alexa, I don’t mean any disrespect, but how can it be, you look so much like Alexandria? She gazes at me weird, as she stares into my wandering eyes, then looks back at the party happening. She seems as perplexed, as I am, while she answers uncertain,

I… I don’t know what to tell you, Rachel? I wish I knew myself…?

Watching tears start to stream down her face, as she takes a breath and continues.

…I do have visions of some things, but I can’t place them? One minute I’ll see something clear, and then it’s gone. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.

Watching her look towards the ground, as she kicks a clump of dirt. "I’m sorry for asking, my friend Glenda died because of

Alexandria. I guess, I just see so much of her in you." She puts her arm around me, and answers optimistically,

I hope one day, I am able to tell you why I do look like her. When I saw her tonight, I ran and hid. I didn’t want to end up dead, because someone thought I was her. I know nothing I can say, will bring back your friend Glenda. I just want to thank you for what you did tonight… you saved the world, and you will always be my hero!

Watching a slight smile on her face, as her eyes fall towards the ground again. I’m no hero Alexa… I’m just angry, that’s all. I just avenged my friend, and now I have to figure out what I am going to do now? I answer depressed, as Alexa looks directly into my eyes, and replies thankfully,

You are a hero Rachel! Don’t you see that? The devil lost because of what you did! Yes, Gage figured out that building thingy, but you stopped this whole battle in one shot!

Mixed feeling rush through my mind. I killed an evil woman, but I killed a living woman. Perhaps, but if I were a hero, I would have saved Glenda from this entire mess. Instead, she’s dead. Truthfully, so are a lot of other people. I respond getting aggravated, as I start walking again. Alexa quickly grabs my arm again, and responds sternly,

Look, Rachel… I have no idea what happened to me, or why my sisters, and mom were dug up? I don’t know what happened here, but the one thing I know… I saw that arrow shoot into that witch’s neck, and I saw the devil concede defeat. I saw you do that, yes, everything is messed up, and I am sure it will be years before anyone knows exactly what happened here tonight. Even if you don’t see yourself as a hero, other people always will. I know what I saw, and I know what ended this fight.

Watching Alexa’s eyes, smiling back as I answer, I know what you are saying Alexa, I am just saying, I don’t want anything to do with this anymore. I am sorry, but I am no hero, and I will never see myself as one… if I were, I would have saved Glenda when she asked me for help with her dream, instead of feeding her to these hellions. None of this would be happening if I did something when I had the chance. Thank you, Alexa,… I am glad you, and your father have each other. I hug her quickly. Letting go, and as I walk away, I hear her replying,

Bye Rachel… no one will ever forget you!

Making my way across the field quickly, tears rolling down my face even faster. As the stars begin shining, stumbling over the clumps of dirt in the dark. Making my way to the highway, and start hitchhiking.

After finding a ride home to Saskatoon. Barely getting in my front door, ripping my clothes off while running to the bathroom, turn on the shower and start scrubbing myself raw. The smell of twelve different soaps wafts through the bathroom, I just can’t seem to get clean… after an hour. I find myself huddled in a small corner of my shower, sobbing for the loss of my best friend, Glenda. Eventually, making my way out of the shower, and wrap my bleeding skin in my robe. Heading to my room to lay down, sleep evading me, every time I close my eyes, the devil is standing over me that stink of sulfur, and death making me almost throw up again. Hearing his voice rattling off, in my head stating,

You liked it last night, you’ll like it again. Now, get on your knees…

Making me curl up in the fetal position sobbing. No… I’m no hero… I was just scared for my life. After everything I’ve been through, the last thing I want… anyone touching me, or cheering for me. Why didn’t I believe Glenda in the first place? None of this would have happened… if I did. Laying here until my pillow is drenched, the last memory I remember is Alexandria standing next to Glenda smiling that evil deceptive grin.

A sparrow chirping outside my window wakes me up, looking at the light shining. As I begin to smile for a second, until the memories come flooding back, and tears begin falling once again. Standing up, and heading to the bathroom, looking in the mirror, seeing all the dried  bloodied scratch marks from scrubbing myself raw. Grabbing a cloth, and running water, washing off the dried blood, now looking like lite pinkish scratches.

Making my way outside into public, as people pass by me, unbeknown to them what had occurred last night? Walking to the river, and sitting on a bench, quietly listening to the water flowing softly, and the smell of nature. A young blonde girl walking with her mother stops, and asks,

You look sad?

Forcing myself to smile at her… I’m okay… just missing a friend… that’s all. I reply, looking at her genuine concern for me, as her mother drags her along. Watching as she continues to look back at me, and wave, waving back at her, while she smiles. Realizing I’m also smiling a little. Knowing I can’t change what happened, but maybe I can change what happens next? As the hours pass and, like the water flowing, I try doing the same. Letting go of my hate, and sadness. Finally, I feel different, not like I was before, but able to face anything in my way. Making my way home as the sun sets over the city, stopping for a bite to eat at a little bistro. Sitting and eating a delicious little club sandwich, making my way home afterwards.

Waking up in the morning, to the sun shining even brighter, as I lay here wondering if I should go back out there, or if I should leave it alone…?  After getting dressed, I make the choice to go and confront my demons.

Driving out to Hepburn, and pulling into Mr. Johnson’s driveway an hour later. Sitting in my car, watching several men carrying caskets to multiple vans, taking a deep breath as I get out and walk towards them. Trees coming down, as other men clear what’s left of the enclosure and the building is nothing but a mess of debris. Seeing Bill, shaking his head annoyed as he walks towards me, and responds somewhat cheerful,

Hi, Rachel. What brings you back?

I look at him and state, I wanted to thank Gage for all he’s done for everyone. Bill turns back towards Gage and replies,

You should know he’s flipped.

Shocked, as I look at him weird and ask.  What do you mean? Bill shakes his head while he replies,

He is claiming that grave there belongs to his sister, and she’s five hundred years old? Go figure?

Looking towards Gage, as he shouts angrily,

I can hear you, Bill! Please leave!

Bill shakes his head again, as I watch him walk away quickly. Walking over to Gage, he replies sorrowfully,

Hi, Rachel.

Gage sits there wiping his tears away. I state, Don’t get up Gage. Can I join you? He swipes dirt off a grave, and replies,

You can if you want, I don’t think I’ll be good company though?

He watches me sit down next to the grave, and I look at his tears, and respond, Bill said this is your sister’s grave? Gage looks at me ready to breakdown, his eyes hurting, as he replies,

Yes. I miss my sister so. I wish… I could go back in time, and save her from what she had to endure.

Tearing up as I whisper, I’m so sorry Gage. What was her name if you don’t mind me asking? Gage takes a breath, and answers,

Maria, her name was Maria Ovelet, and she was the most beautiful girl in the world. No offense meant to you, or any other woman.

Surprised by the name, as I blurt out, What did you say, Gage? Watching him jerk back surprised, and reply,

What? You mean about not being offensive?

No, that name? I exclaim as he thinks for a second, and replies,

Maria Ovelet?

Oh my god. What does she look like? I ask hoping, looking at Gage intently, as he answers.

She is beautiful, her red hair flows like a stream and is…

You know what Gage… come with me, I think I might have someone you want to meet! I state confidently. Feeling a renewed feeling of hope. Gage looks at me strangely, and replies,

Who?

Just come with me! I demand, getting up, grabbing his arm, forcing him to his feet. We run to my car, getting in, I turn around and become a speed demon, as I watch Gage grab onto the dashboard like he is going to die! Pulling up in front of the police station yelling at Gage, Get out! He tries to keep up with me, I run to the desk, and start asking, We need to see Maria Ovelet right now! The officer states,

She’s not here, she’s at the courthouse, and Maria’s trial starts today!

Running out of the police station. We hop into my car and drive to the courthouse. We run inside. We make our way to the information desk. Out of breath, I ask, Excuse me, which courtroom is hearing the Maria Ovelet case? The court officer looks at some papers and states,

That is courtroom three. They should be starting within five minutes, if they haven’t already?

We hurry down the hallway to a set of doors with the number three on it. We walk in. Gage looks around and states loudly,

Oh, my lord. That’s Maria.

Tapping Gage on the shoulder, as people turn around annoyed. We have to sit quietly in here, I whisper, as an officer shouts,

All rise! The Honorable Judge Shin residing.

The judge asks,

Is the prosecution ready to continue?

The lawyer stands and states. Your honor. The prosecution will dismiss this case. New evidence has shown the defendant is innocent!

The judge asks confused,

Why?

The lawyer states,

Well, the video of the defendant committing these horrific crimes has apparently received damage, and is no longer playable your honor?

The judge responds annoyed,

Well, what does the video show?

The lawyer replies,

Well, your honor. To be brutally honest, it shows the dead boy, Jimmy Carlie, doing the crime.

The judge looks confused, as he answers,

You’re saying a dead child, killed three people, and committed inhumane acts to deceased bodies?

The lawyer states,

That’s what the video shows your honor.

The judge shakes his head irritated, and replies,

Do you have other evidence against the defendant?

The lawyer looks down, and answers,

No, your honor.

The judge replies even angrier,

You don’t have any fingerprints?

The lawyer responds worried,

No, your honor.

The judge grimaces, as he replies enraged,

So, you brought this young girl to court on the basis that a video, was going to convict her with no other supporting evidence?

The lawyer gulps, and replies,

Yes, your honor, we were overzealous on our part your honor! We tried to bring this crime to a close, your honor.

The judge turns to look at Maria, then back at the lawyer, as he infuriatedly states,

I see, so this young lady has been in jail, for how many days?

The lawyer responds,

Your honor, she was out on bail, father James revoked it, a few days later.

The judge looks furious, as he asks,

Why’d a man of the cloth revoke bail?

The lawyer begins sweating, as he answers,

I do not know your honor?

The judge states,

I would look into that if I were you. (Turning towards Maria Ovelet.) You have the courts sincerest apologies for this miscarriage of justice. You will immediately be released, and your freedom restored! Mr. Devon, I mean immediately! If Miss Maria Ovelet’s here within the hour, you, and I’ll be having distasteful words together. Understood?

The lawyer gasps, as he replies,

Yes, your honor. I’ll get her out, as soon as possible your honor.

The judge shouts,

Case dismissed!

Everyone rises, as mumbles of disgruntled people stay behind to talk with the prosecutor, and we leave the courtroom. We see an officer standing in the hallway. Walking over to him and asking. Excuse us, but where are people released from here?

The officer points to a door, and replies,

Well after he or she’s released they should be coming out that door.

Thank you, I reply. We walk over to a bunch of chairs in the middle of the room, and we sit down. Forty minutes pass then the door opens, and out walks Maria. Standing up and looking at Maria. Watching Gage, look at Maria, and run over to her. Gage responds,

Oh Maria, I have missed you so!

Maria smiles and replies,

Gage? That’s you? How’d…?

Gage replies,

Oh, my Maria, that’s a long journey to tell...!

Hey you two, let’s take this elsewhere, I reply, watching all the looks they are getting. We leave, and head back out to Gage’s house in Hepburn. Sitting here watching them, as Gage states,

Oh sister, you have haunted my every waking moment. I have committed sins, so I could remove your grave from that god-awful place, I state, looking at her face. Maria smiles and replies.

Oh Gage, it was. They’re always doing evil to someone. I listened to so many screams of pain. I wished for death, but there was no death to be had. I violated my own beliefs. I took something that wasn’t mine but used it for my gain. I took an oath, so I dare not say more.

Gage smiles and replies,

Maria, I will always forgive anything you do. I am glad you, and I can live one life together until the end of our time. I wish not to go any further than when my heart stops beating.

Maria looks beautiful, as she answers,

Gage, I too only wish this for us. I will make up, these lost years to you.

Gage is ecstatic as he responds,

No, it is I, who needs to make up lost years to you. You had no choice, but to go with those evil men. I’ll be here for you until my heart beats one last time.

Watching as Gage stands up, and walking over to Maria, embraces her in an emotional hug. Tears rolling down their cheeks. Standing up myself, I walk over to them and reply, I’m sorry to interrupt you two, but I must be on my way! Gage and Maria look towards me, Maria stands up and hugs me, whispering in my ear,

Thank you! I never thought I’d trust another person again… I trust you!

Maria hugs me tighter, and Gage joins her as he states,

Thank you, Rachel!

You both are welcome! You take care of each other! I respond, as I grab my purse, and head out the door. Both of them smiling as I walk to my car. Turning my head towards Mr. Johnson’s farm. Seeing someone walking along the driveway, turning around, and driving that way, the closer I get, noticing Alexa walking. Pulling over at the side of the road entering Mr. Johnson’s farm, as I begin walking towards Alexa, who is still a ways away. She notices me, and begins running towards me, as I run to her. As soon as she is close enough, I reach around, and hug her stating, I’m sorry! She replies,

Don’t worry… we were all feeling something that night. I’m glad to see you again.

Yes… but, I should not have acted like that… for that, I am sorry. How are you holding up? I ask concerned, as she turns, and faces the house, and looks back at me, replying,

I’m living, but dad is… well, he isn’t doing that good? I know he’s depressed because of what he saw, and I know I would be as well. He just sits there in the living room in his old rickety chair, just looking at pictures of all of us together in better times. He is sitting there when I go to bed, and there when I get up. He’s hurting, and I don’t know how to help him?

I’m sorry Alexa, I wish I could help, but I know he hates me with his whole heart. Nothing I can say will ever change that? I reply sorrowfully, as Alexa nods slightly, as she replies knowingly,

Yes… he still believes you had something to do with my sisters being exhumed. No matter what I say, he believes it. I know you didn’t have anything to do with that… can I tell you something Rachel? Just between you and me?

Watching her nervousness, as I reply, Yeah… sure, anything you want. Alexa looks at where the witches’ graveyard was, and replies frightened,

I do remember some of what happened in there, but I’m scared of what everyone will do, if I say anything openly. I’m hoping you won’t say anything to anyone?

Looking at her shocked, seeing a little fear in her eyes. I respond while raising my right hand, I swear, I won’t say anything. She looks me in the eyes, and replies cautiously,

Last night… during the time I was sleeping, I saw myself in that building…  I believe I was that evil one. You remember that boy, Jimmy who was killed?

Nodding as I think about Maria. Yeah, Jimmy, if I remember right? I answer knowing. Seeing a little more fear, as she continues quieter,

I believe I killed him, I saw myself hitting him with a strap, or something like that? He was chained to the ceiling, and I was happily doing that to him… I’m not like that…? Why would I kill him? I saw him so vividly; I could even smell him.

Seeing the fear sprouting from her. Honestly… with everything that’s happened the last week, I wouldn’t read too much into that…? I reply comforting, as Alexa interrupts me,

No…! I wish it would have been nothing, but I saw it clearly, it wasn’t like a dream. I also saw Alexandria, she was watching me, and I felt like she was helping me… I know, I sound crazy…?

Looking at her, she is almost falling as she shakes while she talks. As she continues talking,

She was telling me she was going to give me my body back!

Really? So, you’re saying that Alexandria took your body? I reply confused, as I shake my head bewildered. Alexa nods agreeing, as she replies nervously,

Yes, I am worried that I made a deal with the devil!

No… there’s no way you would have, otherwise you would be dead! I state, remembering what the devil told me… No, perhaps you are just feeling that way. I hope she didn’t? Looking at her, trying to smile reassuring. She smiles back and replies unsure,

I don’t know, I would swear I did?

I felt the same way Alexa, but I know I didn’t! I am sure you’re just feeling like that because of what happened. I respond. She looks towards the newly plowed ground, and replies,

Perhaps you’re right… God I hate this feeling of helplessness. I feel like I’m a baby again, unable to control anything.

I know, but don’t worry, you’ll feel better in a day or two, just don’t think about it. I answer, as Alexa looks on and responds,

Yeah, perhaps it is… thank you, Rachel!

She hugs me, and we talk for a while longer, before I head home.

A surprise

Waking up, jumping out of bed hurriedly, running to the bathroom. Barely getting to the toilet in time, dry heaving. After a few minutes, I am able to stand upright again, still feeling woozy. Making my way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water… taking a drink, trying to figure out what I have going on inside me? Picking up the phone and calling my doctor, as I wait for an answer, taking another sip. A woman finally answers,

Hello… Dr. Cairn’s office, how may I help you?

Hi… I’m wondering if I can make an appointment to come see Dr. Cairn. I ask, listening to her click away on a keyboard, as she replies,

If you would like to come in this morning, I have a canceled appointment for 10 A.M.?

Sure… I’ll take it! I answer. She asks,

Who should I make the appointment for?

Rachel Teal! I reply. She responds,

Okay, I have you coming in at ten A.M. August ninth.

Yes, I’ll be there at ten. I reply, she hangs up, and I take another drink as I put the phone down. Walking to the living room, the smell of my many flowers all over eases my nerves. My stomach soon settles down enough to get ready to go. Making my way to my car and driving to the doctor’s office, and after waiting five minutes the nurse responds,

Rachel Teal?

Here! I reply, getting up, and walking towards her, as she leads me into an exam room. Waiting here, staring at the pictures of all the health charts, and pictures on the wall. The door opens and in walks Dr. Cairn, she smiles, her hair in a bun, and the smell of antiseptic wafts about. She opens up her file and asks,

What seems to be the problem today, Rachel?

I woke up this morning and threw up! I reply worried, as she looks at me and replies,

"There’s no flu going around? Hop up