Peanut King Ii: Chaotic Events with Supernatural Twist

By Zee Avery

In the midst of all these chaotic events, he discovers he has new enemies. He actually acquires a new ability when he destroyed this old enemy.

This book is supernatural fiction, with a Cajun twist and adult language, featuring the ghost town Rudock, which is known to many folks in Louisiana. It also features a very unique town of Pass Manchac that reminds you of the fishing villages of New England, with only Cajun style. Lets not forget about New Orleans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546258698

Zee Avery

Hobby angelfish Loves fishing. likes a good horror movie Just like everyone else loves a great movie with a great story line Wanting a different kind of monsterone that does not attack in dreamsor attack people at randomwith a different kind of agenda that is not a sociopath or child molester Born in the city of New Orleans, La Has a dog a very spoiled miniature dashound named Princess

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© 2018 Zee Avery. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/31/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5870-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5868-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5869-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018910417

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

FOREWORD

The Peanut King Monster is cut from a different cloth…many years ago when he was first crowned The Peanut King by his killers…he is now finding his footing as one of the most brazen and scariest monsters of all times evolving him into being known as the Ruler of Chaos…

This new Ruler of Chaos is very different from other monsters…he has subjects he orders about to do his bidding…he still has his bloody peanuts for his personal use only as a prelude to the one he seeks to destroy…he can come and go in a flash…no one summons him…he is his own monster…no one can or will order him to do what they want him to do…his new awaking is in and obscure country town in New England.

The search is ensuing for the monster that everyone is talking about or has an encounter with this strange monster resembles a grim reaper.

Only this grim reaper is not what people envision this grim reaper is cut from a different cloth …

This new grim reaper is seen wearing a ratty looking top hat. In the center of the top hat are huge letters P and K…glowing reddish green…This monster carries an extremely long handled scythe in his left hand…the scythe blade is constantly dripping blood…he is accompanied by flashing iridescent greenish lighting striking the ground all around him as he walks, he is cloaked in a misty grayish green fog…as the lighting strikes the ground it outlines the monsters as he walks… his special rat servants, with glowing green eyes are scurrying around him as he walks. The rat servants leave their rat tailings of bloody peanuts in their wake.

To show his anger this monster stops raises his scythe in the air above his head… the lighting strikes the scythe…and in a flash the monster is gone…only a bad memory is left behind…for those folks to talk about what they think they saw…

The local authorities’ comments are…REALLY! these people must be doing some very hard drugs…

According to the cops that are sent on a wild goose chase to find this thing and if they should find this thing what will they do with it… They will not accept what goes bump in the night if this thing is for real or not… since none of the authority figures have seen this monster as of yet. However, one day some one in authority could see this thing for real…

INTRODUCTION

Wild rumors abound…

The stories of the Monster hiding in the woods scaring the bejesus out of unsuspecting folks or hunters that happens to tending to deer feeders or hunting for wild herbs and mushrooms.

On the other hand, this new comer of ‘monster breed’ on the scene is something of huge mystery.

The speculations of where it came from is anyone’s guess…and some speculate it is aliens….

As of yet no one knows how to deal with this one.

Whispers and murmurings are heard in and around where this monster appears…

According to the rumors… in the late night hours, some folks swear they hear loud whispery voice carrying through the night air announcing ‘he is here’…and if you are in ear shot you could hear, a very loud shrill eerie laughter… which will shatter the serenity of your very soul…

Some folks report seeing something that looks like a grim reaper however a strange looking figure of a man carrying a scythe blade staff wearing a ridiculous looking seedy old top hat.

If you should have the unfortunate accident meet this monster face to face, it will read your most inner thoughts and play havoc with your inner peace…

Sometimes a strange bird appears beforehand; however, no one can agree on the color of this bird…some say it is a black crow, while others say it is a white crow if there is such an animal or maybe a crow of a very different color…indeed!

Most nights where the monster happens to be roaming there are reports of a very black cloud coming up from the ground and sometimes flashes of iridescent greenish lighting is coming from the dark gray misty fog… sometimes this dark misty fog can be seen even in the blackest of nights due to the iridescent greenish glow outlining that cloud.

Moreover, according to some folks you best keep a wary eye out somehow none of this is true…all this speculation is anyone’s guess… perhaps it is just your misfortune of meeting this very scary monster face to face…

This proves to be a horse of a real kind of different color indeed…this evil terror extends to where ever it feels like going…how odd is that…

CHAPTER 1

Tracie Jordon is awakening to the constant ringing of her cell phone…her eyes are not open as she reaches towards the night table to retrieve the cell phone…and finding nothing…the constant annoying ringing she shouts ‘please already! dam it to hell, where did I toss that thing…still fumbling around feeling for the cell phone and suddenly feels the vibrating ringing phone next to her foot…she still has her eyes closed as she manages to retrieve the phone…pushes the answer button on the phone…

A voice she does not recognize is talking to her in a very angry way…

Tracie… sleepy replies…please…. tone it down it bit…I am not deaf you, son-of-a-bitch…

The voice on the other end of the phone…becomes very annoyed with her… He begins yelling at her…as he hastily repeats what he is telling her…he is talking to her in the angriest harshest tone he can muster.

Tracie winces as she drops her phone on to her bed…the man’s yelling can be heard all about her bedroom.

The Man on the phone…YOU TELL ME LITTLE LADY… WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT CRAP IN MY TRAILER AND BY THE WAY, I WANT THAT SHIT CLEANED UP AND THE DAMAGE FIXED TO MY TRAILER… I HAVE HALF OF MIND TO SUE YOU AND YOUR MOTHER FOR THE DAMAGES DONE TO MY TRAILER.

OH! AND BY THE WAY YOUR SISTER SKIPPED OUT ON ME… YOU OWE ME BACK RENT MONEY…I NEED THAT TRAILER CLEANED UP ‘ASAP’…

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!

I HAVE AN IRON CLAD CONTRACT WITH YOU AND YOUR MOTHER…YOU ALL HAVE YOUR NAME’S ON THAT LEASE…GO ON TRY NOT TO DO NOTHING AND I WILL OWN EVERYTHING YOU GOT…DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME…YOU OWE ME MONEY AND I WANT IT… the man disconnects his call immediately before Tracie could ask him one question…

Tracie…oh wow…what a bastard…what the hell was that all about…not wanting to return this person’s call she is now wide awake looking at the cellphone and wondering who the heck was that on the phone…she thumbs thru the numbers on her contact list…she sees a name…remembering… oh I get it…she pushes the ring button on the phone…as she is listening to the ringing phone she remembers…this is the jerk we rented the trailer from for Francine…and now this jerk is telling me Francine has skipped out owing rent money to him…I told mama it was a bad idea for us to sign a lease for her…now I have to go to Logan and take care of business…dam it to hell that dammed Francine…I would love to get my hands on her…I would literally choke the life right out of her…

Knowing Francine and how she is…I told mama she would not pay that dammed rent…once the free rent ran out we were going to get stuck with the bill… She reaches across the night stand turns on the lamp…she remembers her mother giving her a copy of the letter she wrote to Francine. She opens the drawer on night stand by her bed takes out the sealed envelope… tearing open the sealed envelope removes the letter from the envelope unfold the pages of the letter and begins to read the letter…

The harsh words her mother used in that letter brought back many bitter memories of how they did not get along from the git-go…they only got to know each other, because her mother married Francine’s’ dad…wishing her dad was still alive she would have never crossed paths with Francine…

In the letter, her mother told her stepsister…

I am very sorry to hear from you, sorry you got yourself knocked up. You think your baby has a chance in life, you are nothing but a drug head and a drunk…we knew you did not move to Logan by yourself…you had that no account boyfriend of the week hiding in the wings…You two are just exactly what that baby does not need for parents… DO NOT CALL US OR WRITE TO US…

I am sorry for you…this letter has no money in it…tell your boyfriend of the week to get a job and stop doing dope the both of you… another thing we don’t want to know when your child is born… let this be the last time you ask us for money.

The best thing that can happen to you is if the good lord takes your baby away from you…you are a worthless piece of trash…by the way forget Tracie is your sister…she will not help you either… that trailer… We meaning your father and I as well as Tracie rented it for you alone…this is the last thing we will ever do for you…we paid a year’s rent in advance, hoping you would get on your feet…sorry… you are on your own…it is anyone’s guess why you are running away from Moodus…better yet, we don’t want to know to what you are hiding from…we can read the News Paper… the police are actively looking for person or persons of interest in some unsolved hideous murders…knowing you and your boyfriend of the week…I will make a bet… you two are the persons of interest however that is on you guys…forget we exist…we are washing our hands of you…

Tracie…remarks…WOW MOM! How come I did not read or hear about murders in or around Moodus…when sis left town…and you thought Francine and company had a hand in what happened to these people… Way to go…you really got her told off in this letter…Am I ever surprised with you and dad. I know how she broke you and dads heart when she ran away this last time…you just got her out or rehab…I knew this was the final straw that broke the camel’s back…I remember hearing you tell dad…it was a waste of your money paying for her rehab…when she picked up where she left off before she was finished with rehab…reuniting with the gang she was hanging out with before… The court ordered rehab and the state made you all pay for…folding up the letter, stuffing it in back in the envelope returning it to the opened drawer on the night stand closing the drawer thinking…this letter she wrote to Francine; I wonder if mom remembers what she told her in the letter…oh well I will not remind her…the phone stops ringing again.

She looks at the time on her cellphone…

Now I know why Mom and Dad was glad to move… when I suggested it was time to get out of the old neighborhood where no one knew of them or about them…I never realized they had people gunning after them…all because of Francine and company…

As she pushes the button on the phone next to her mother’s number again and again…she voices out loud come on pick up the dammed phone mama… finally after trying several times her mother answers the phone…

Mrs. Jordon…answers the ringing phone in a very sleepy sounding voice…hello…

Tracie…hi mother…it’s about time…I thought you were dead…do know how many times I tried to call you…

Mrs. Jordon… perks up…oh my Tracie I had to take a sleeping pill… what is wrong…something is up …that dammed Francine…I already know it…

Tracie…wow mom…you were really out of it… now mother…I just got a call…I think Sis ran out on the rent…her land lord called, yelling at me he wanted his money and the trailer needs to be cleaned up and repaired…this man told me he was going to sue us if we did not come and take care of business…Mom as I am talking to you I am packing my bag…when I hang up this phone I will be on my way to Logan…I will call you once I find out more what is going on, who knows, maybe she joined that same bunch of devil worshipers that has gotten after you and dad in the past…you stay put for safety sake…let me take care of this…to tell you the truth I don’t know what is going on…I will call you when I find out the truth…let me go and take care of business…

Mrs. Jordon…go on girl… I will be waiting on you to call us…

Tracie… keep safe…Please…love you and dad and hug that big ugly dog for me I miss him…I have to go now…

It took Tracie more than three hours on the road before she reached her destination…

As she pulls into the drive way in front of Francine’s trailer…recalling what the landlord told her…thinking the outside is just as crappy as ever, the hand railing on the porch is still falling down…talking out loud…the railing on the trailer looks more rotten since the last time I saw it…Whatever possessed sis to come to Logan in the first place…

She voices out loud…OH WELL…get a grip… as she steps on the front steps of the trailer…she cautiously turns the knob on the front door…she is shocked at what she finds…a massive pool of blood in the middle of the living room …she wants to vomit smelling the foul odor of stale blood, stale cigarette smoke, stale beer and whiskey, ashes from the cigarettes, rotting food and open sewer …talking out loud how much worse can this get… this is worse than smelling the foul stench of any city dump…if that is possible…she immediately blocks open the door and quickly sets about opening all the windows and the back door…as she looks around the room…cigarette butts all over the place, with a few crack pipes, empty beer bottles and whiskey bottles along with half eaten food left in food containers scattered all over the floor of the trailer as she shuffles through the trailer…she opens the bathroom door…there is dirty underpants lying about on the floor… the toilet not flushed full of used condoms and human waste stinking to high hell…she is trying to catch her breath…she runs to the opened front door of the trailer…and begins gagging…the foul smelling trailer is making her sick to her stomach… talking out loud…this place is nothing short of my worst nightmare and a dammed drug head hangout…

She is standing outside the trailer and begins yelling…Sis… how the hell could you live like this.…trash all over the floor…empty beer cans, whiskey and wine bottles all over the place dirty clothes scattered on the floor used condoms on the floor…the toilet full of shit and piss and that huge pool of blood…what the hell did you do…did you murder someone…with that amount of blood…that person surly cannot be alive…the paneling sliced though…did you take a machete to someone… no self-respecting rat would live in that dump with you…as she is looking at the open door way a huge rat runs out the door…oh well I am speaking out of turn what do I know…you did have rats living with you…knowing you…you got them hooked on crystal meth…

She forces herself to walk back into the trailer…as she is looking around the living room she looks at long slashes in the paneling again …oh no…this is reminding me of something…thinking… no, no way I will not think this is The Peanut King…the damage would be more if it was the Peanut King…

Then her attention is drawn to a very old mirror that has some kind of painting in it…she cannot keep her eyes off it…what the hell is in that painting in the mirror…she looks away…again looking around at the mess…oh man I am sorry I will not do nothing more today I have to buy something to kill this odor and cleansers… lots of cleansers… this place needs to air out…I don’t know if I want to walk back in here to try to clean up this mess…she walks back out to her truck…opens the passenger door of her truck…stirs though the glove compartment…not finding what she is looking for…I am done for the day…

She cannot help herself…talks out loud…sis you really have fallen in to the depths of human degradation… after seeing this place…I would not have believed you could live like this… she climbs back in her truck to find a store to buy supplies to clean the filthy mess up…thinking I really don’t want to touch any of that crap in that trailer…it is just too much I have half a mind to go an buy a can of gas and some matches and set that mess on fire to tell you the truth if I could have found my fire place lighter in the truck…I would have set that place on fire and drove back home…that is what that place really needs is a good fire to purify it… as she is driving around the town of Logan realizing this town does not have much to offer in the way shopping …then she spies a sign…Logan feed and seed store…thinking… maybe I can find what I am looking for in there…

She pulls her truck up and parks in the front of the building…gets out and enters the feed and seed store…once inside she discovers…this place is old fashioned it is shopping hub of this town…

Tracie walks about the store selecting the many items she needs to clean the trailer…

The man behind the counter ask her what in the world do you need with all the cleaning stuff for…

Tracie does not answer the man as she continues to walk around the store picking up things needed to get the job done…

She finally places the last of the items on the counter…she asks the man how much do I owe you…

The man slowly begins to ring up each item…once he finishes he asks is this all you need…

Tracie… you know something…I could really use a hand or two to help me with this project…is there a carpenter that you know of that needs work and a couple of handy men perhaps…

The man tells her …you owe me two hundred eighty-nine dollars and fifty-four cents…Miss may I asks that is a lot of cleaning stuff you just purchased…what are you going to do with all those supplies…

Tracie reaches into her wallet pulls out three crisp one hundred dollar bills paying the man for the cleaning supplies…replies to the man…the trailer my sister was renting needs to be burnt to the ground however the man that owns the trailer wants me to clean it up and repair it…this is not my property…so I must do what I really don’t want to do…

The man tells her let me get one of the helpers to carry this out to your truck…He reaches for a scratch pad…jots down some names and phone numbers on the paper and gives it to Tracie…

Tracie asks what is this …

The man…a couple of carpenter’s names you can choose from…these men have a crew that works for them…call this man Joe first…he is reasonable and fast at what he does…to tell you truth I heard about the bad condition of that trailer and if you pay Joe and his crew well… they will do a good job for you…as you said before the trailer has seen its better days…I agree with you Miss…that trailer needs a good fire to put it out of its misery…

Tracie…how do you know my dilemma…tell me…how well do I need to pay these men…

The man maybe twenty-five an hour…although you just purchased those cleaning supplies…that will be a plus…you supply the money and the supplies …Miss you must remember this is a very small town and we all know about the condition of Francine’s trailer…heck it was nothing but dope heads hang out… let’s face it she was far from being a shy school girl… when she was sober she tended bar until she got drunk and once she was drunk she met gentlemen out back…everyone in town knows how she was…and what happened at that trailer of hers…I will not talk about that…let me guess you have the misfortune to be related. You must go to the sheriff’s office…

Tracie…Oh my…was Francine that bad! …to tell you the truth I stopped by her trailer before I came here…the odor and the stale stinking blood was too much I opened all the windows and doors hopefully the trailer will air out a bit…oh what about mask…I almost forgot…no one can go in there without something over there nose and mouth…that place is pure toxic…

The man at the feed and seed…let me go find you some…in fact I will give this to you…all I know is that trailer should be brought to the dump instead of you trying to clean up that mess…but you gotta do what you gotta do since you don’t own it…

Tracie…takes the mask from the man…ask where is the sheriff’s office from here…

The man…replies… the Sheriff’s office is two miles out the hospital is holding on to Francine dead baby’s body…you know she lost that baby over two weeks ago…

Tracie…wow this just keep getting better and better…

The man…you know I think a pile of bones found by the creek a few miles out of town…I keep saying those bones belonged to Francine’s old man

Tracie… now you are telling me Francine’s old man and baby are both gone…let me ask you…where is Francine…I am concerned something bad has happened to her or she is lying someplace hurt and bleeding to death…that pool of blood I found on the trailer floor, I think it could be Francine’s blood…since no one in this town cares what happened to Francine… oh well…what the hell do I know Francine was a trashy whore so who give a shit what happened to her…I know she had issues, but you know and I know people change and Francine could change…not all is lost…unless she is dead…then we leave her to God…

Francine told our mother a few months back she was pregnant…I was hoping a good family would take that child and to learn her child is dead…that poor little tyke did not have a fighting chance…I know for a fact she was drinking and doing crystal meth…that poor baby’s brain was fried…we still cannot figure out why she moved here to this nowhere town of Logan…

The man at the feed and seed store…go on with you to the sheriff…I will call him and tell him you are on your way if you don’t mind…

Tracie… do that…by the way where can I rent a room…

The man at the feed and seed store…let me call Mrs. Whitty…she has a room to rent…the nearest motel is in the town of Broken Branch about fifty miles from here…

Tracie leaves the feed and seed store…drives to the Sheriff’s office…

The Sheriff watches through his window as Tracie gets out of her truck…

Tracie walks into The Sheriff’s office… looks around… sees an older man sitting at a desk by the jail cell …thinking he looks to be about in his fifties…she walks up The Sheriff…you must be the Sheriff…the man at the feed and seed store told me to meet with you…

The Sheriff…let me guess you are related to Francine our town drunk among other things we know her by her bad reputation…that girl’s bad rep in this town speaks volumes. I know one thing she did not have a good upbringing…She was way too young to be going down the bad path…

Tracie… gets angry at what the sheriff said about Francine…in her angriest voice…you best quit talking out your ass…Francine has a decent old man and my mama tried to set her on the right path…she fought mama at everything she tried to teach her…because my mother did not give birth to her…the girl is my stepsister… mom washed her hands of her almost a year ago…I came here to ask where is Francine…with all that blood on the living room floor…is telling me a different story… go on now…don’t you dare tell me you did not notice all that blood and you decided to looked the other way…what kind of law man are you, not wanting to investigate if Francine is living or dead…and now it has been over two weeks she is missing and you did not try to notify her family…funny thing… if she did not owe rent money we would still not know about my step sister missing and her baby dead…..

The Sheriff…cops an attitude with Tracie…in his sharpest of tones…see here…I don’t have the time to chase down all the dicks that girl whored around with… (he does not care about Francine if she is alive or dead) …looking directly into Tracie eyes…first off… I have this paper work for you… it is Francine’s permeant eviction from that trailer and this town…we don’t want the likes of her here any longer… you will have to claim the remains of her dead baby’s body… and the remains of the bones found in the creek… we think is Francine’s old man… the baby’s body is still in the hospital morgue… the bones found at the bottom of the creek when the water receded after we had a flood we think it was Francine’s old man… We don’t get too many dead people around here and in less than a month three bodies…anyone’s guess. And all under mysterious circumstances.

We have had some strange happening of late like that freak rain storm causing a massive flood, which dried up fast and then a very serious lighting storm really eerie…Some folks reported hearing a howling and loud whispering voice… they say it sounded like someone saying Peanut King over and over… someone went into the new babies’ nursey at the hospital and stole a very sick baby and we still don’t know who did that…and the stolen sick baby was never found…. I think Francine had a hand in all of this crap…as far as I am concerned she is on the lamb!

At this point…

Tracie… gets extremely angry at what the sheriff has told her…interjects… first off Sheriff…I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think about me or Francine or my family…if you want her here or not I don’t care…I want to know where she is…because of the amount of blood on the floor of that trailer… just because she is not one of your model citizens…you will not look beyond your nose hairs find her…tell me just what kind of dammed law man are you…oh wait you’re one of those Barney want-a be law man sit on your ass most of the day and occasionally write some poor unsuspecting motorist a speeding ticket…let me guess you hold this motorist up for his or her debit or credit card…make them pay the fine before you let them go on their way…

I know one thing right now…you shit water town sheriffs… the lot of you are underhanded and sneaky jerks…just looking at you is telling me plenty…you have a drug problem in this town and it is your own doing… you are the one pushing dope to the locals… tell me something Francine was not one of your frequent fliers in and out of that Jail cell there…

Occasionally Francine would confide in me…she called me a while back…said the sheriff was getting a piece of ass off of her in return for drugs…by the way I have that message recorded on my computer…she told me she gave it up to you and you did not give her the fix she desperately needed… right after that happened sis called me for money…telling me she needed money for the rent and food…but I knew she was not going to do that, she would buy drugs instead… she did tell me she owed you money for some drugs and you was selling her ass for cash to the local Johns…you forced your way into being her pimp… when she did not perform up to your expectations…you like every pimp across this nation beat the holy hell out of her…while she was pregnant…you, the almighty jerk you are…did not care if she was ready to drop the baby or not…you just wanted your money…once she could not get it on because she was close to delivering that baby you had her selling drugs at the bar where she worked…my guess she used more drugs than she sold…I know the way you roll sheriff…don’t tell me otherwise…

What kind of jerk are you ‘really’…now you are telling me that pile of bones found in the creek, I have to claim that shit as well…I don’t think so…as for the baby…that much I will do…what has happened to that baby that you say was stolen that is on your watch…that my so called friend is beyond my control… tell you what sheriff tomorrow is another day…I will start fresh…I need to get over to Mrs. Whitty house I am going to rent one of her rooms for a few days…I realize I have some business to attend to here in Logan…if you don’t mind Sheriff I will see you bright and early in the morning…she turns her back to the sheriff storms out of his office …climbs into her truck, she looks around where she is sitting start screaming and pounding the steering wheel of the truck…it takes her a while for her to calm down before driving away…

The Sheriff…dammed that woman… I should go and arrest her accusing me of selling drugs to her sister…now realizing she has his voice recorded on her computer courtesy of Francine because Francine was begging Tracie for money…

Tracie… pulls over on the side of the road…opens up her lap top taps the file marked…see me…while she is listening to Francine tell her what the sheriff made he do…

She is sitting back on her truck seat…thinking about her next move…wait a minute that idiot Jerk what the hell did he tell me something about Peanut King…thinking …how can this be the work of the Peanut King I buried him once and for all…something is drastically wrong here…I don’t get it…still sitting in her truck observing the locals come and go…I am getting tired…tomorrow is another day…start her truck drives to Mrs. Whitty’s house parks her truck in the driveway…notices this place is very old but well-kept two story house…This house has the look of something someone would see while visiting the coast of Maine…wondering if these people are from Maine, before she could knock on the door Mrs. Whitty flings the door open…sticks out her hand to shake Tracie’s hand…

Mrs. Whitty I am Noreen Whitty…you can call me Nore…the sheriff told me your Tracie, Francine’s sister…he said you was coming my way …come on in I hope you like fish chowder…it is time for lunch and I will show you to your room now…I am waiting on my nephew to join us…if you don’t mind…you know the sheriff can be a real chowder head at times…

Tracie…thinking to herself…wow every step of the way I am anticipated how odd is this…

Unbeknownst to Tracie…

The Sheriff calls a meeting with town leaders…

The feed store owner tells everyone at the meeting… this new woman in town is a sister to Francine Jordon…she comes here to clean out her sister’s trailer…she asks me if I know where Francine got off to…she is pointing a finger at the sheriff for supplying drugs to her…who told her about our business…we must get her out of town as quickly as possible…once she claims her dead and pays for their burial…none of us can afford to go down of any of this…

Our town coffers are empty; we have no money to bury the dead left in the wake of the destruction of that storm a few days ago…we are forced to cremate the eighteen dead…it is cheaper by far…heck we cannot even pay for that…I figure we can dig a huge hole and drop all the dead in that hole without coffins…

The Sheriff interjects … we must do what we have to do to keep her out of our business…she told me flat out that bunch of bones found down by the creek bed…was not hers to claim only Francine’s dead baby…What about this so called monster that left all the dead in its wake of destruction…I still say Francine had something to do with that shit…it was some of her drug head devil worshipping friends staged that so she could get out of town…what I want to do is get this woman Tracie to foot the bill for all this shit …I personally will see to it…after all it is only two thousand dollars for the eighteen dead and another six hundred dollars for the dead baby…so we tell her to bury her dead will be three thousand dollars are we clear…we must play nice and be very accommodating till it hurts…we must have her out of here before old man Jason Mitire comes into to collect his rent on Friday, that old jerkoff will rat us out to Tracie…you all know he does not like us or this town…

Meanwhile…at Mrs. Whitty’s boarding house…

Mrs. Whitty and her nephew…are quietly waiting for Tracie to join them lunch…

Tracie enters the living room and sees Mrs. Whitty and her nephew patiently waiting on her… oh my…I hope I did not keep you all waiting too long…I am famished…and I am tired that was a rough trip…If you all don’t mind…once I eat I will retire to my room…

Mrs. Whitty as you wish dear…

While Tracie slept…her quite slumber is turning into a raging nightmare of being back in the town of Moodus…watching the men from the van do devil worship and suddenly everything changes… thinking she is physically awake…unaware she is being tormented by a mean nasty sprit.

Tracie tries to find her voice but her voice is silent…she tries to yell…nothing comes out of mouth…she can only watch in horror…she is looking directly into hells fire…seeing all the twisted tormented faces… some of these faces she has seen before are the people she had a hand in ending their lives…she is crying…trying to call out to them wanting to apologize them for ending their lives through manipulation by the Peanut King… she is very sorry for helping the Peanut King…

As this mean nasty spirit is taunting her…she sees a strange picture…knowing she has seen this picture some place before and not remembering where she seen this picture … just as this ugly scene slowly vanishes, she drifts into an extremely deeper sleep…not realizing she was never awake in the first place…only on the edge of morning just before it is time for her to wake up to a new day… a short dream unfolds before her…this time a red headed woman appears to her in her dream…telling her… watch for me I will be coming for you…she is abruptly awakened by someone knocking on her bedroom door…She jumps up out of the bed hurries to the bedroom door flinging it wide open.

Mrs. Whitty is standing at her door…oh my dear…I did not mean to startle you…you have a visitor…inquiring about a job.

Tracie… Oh wow…what time is it…

Mrs. Whitty…it is 5:00 am…come on dear come down meet your guest and get some fresh coffee…that should settle your nerves…

Tracie follows Mrs. Whitty to the kitchen she finds her guest is an older man maybe in his late forties sitting at the table sipping on coffee and eating a fresh donut…

Mrs. Whitty…Joe this is Tracie she is the one that needs a carpenter and clean-up crew…

Tracie reaches over to shake his hand…out of the corner of her eye, she is watching Mrs. Whitty…thinking I did not tell her I needed a cleanup crew or carpenter…

Joe…here take a donut instead…I will do the work you need for fifteen hundred dollars. I looked at the job yesterday right after Mike called me from the feed store…I got some used paneling and lumber…we going to recycle that job…that trailer is too old and we are not putting new in that dump…we will only fix the interior…I made of note of what needs to be done and since you bought the cleaning supplies…if you don’t mind we will use that…I can complete this job in two days…the rest is up to you cleaning out the things Francine left behind…

Tracie sat down with her cup of coffee and took a donut out of the box… telling Joe…good deal the cleaning supplies are in my truck and the mask are on the front seat…do you want me to pay you now…I have to go the hospital and claim a dead babies body and then to the funeral parlor…but first I must go to the sheriff’s office to sign some paper work…

Joe I will take the cleaning supplies out of your truck…and yes you can pay me now if you want…I will not make that trailer better than what it was…that cheap bastard of a land lord lives in Broken Branch…he is hell to get along with or do business with, when I am finished with the trailer the keys will be the table…I will have my crew clean out kitchen as well and toss out the stuff in the fridge all that crap is spoiled…the personal stuff is your project, today is Tuesday give us thru Thursday…Friday is your day get away from that trailer…your sister did not have that much stuff…I will leave a paper with my cousin the sheriff…that will stop the landlord from doing anything more…to tell you the truth that trailer is ready for the trash pile…yes everyone in this town has heard about what happened at that trailer knowing Francine was on crystal-meth the girl must have been tripping bad, go figure and that man of hers was really bad news…but she was alone in that trailer when her man disappeared right around the time when her baby died in the hospital…no one knows what happened to him…to tell you the truth nobody cared that man was a real creep…

To change the subject a bit…

There was a dead beat bum living outside of town…disappeared around the same time as your sister’s man disappeared…some speculation on my part… He was the one that robbed the old lady that owned the thrift store…everyone knew she made no money folks would stop by and bring her lunch and if she did sell something it was not much of a sale…she was robbed and killed for pennies…it was ashamed what happened there… My cousin the Sheriff thinks Francine had something to do with this robbery…however, I believe that pile of bones belonged to that dead beat living outside of town…you have a right to refuse to bury that crap…the sheriff is my cousin; he is known to be very lazy man…when crime happens he is always looking in the opposite direction…

Tracie… studies Joe’s face for a moment…thinking one last bad thing to say…accusing Francine of being a thief… she looks at her watch… replies…yesterday I got very angry with the sheriff…trying to tell me Francine was stealing…she was a lot of things but she was never a thief… oh my time is wasting it is almost 6:00 am…let me get my purse and keys so you can get the supplies I purchased yesterday…

She quickly returns with her checkbook and keys writes out the check and hands Joe the keys to her truck…she asks and where is the funeral parlor from here…

Mrs. Whitty…that is my dead husband’s old business was the funeral parlor…I sold the business to my nephew…he will come and pick you up and drive you around…do you what you have to do that is part of his service since you have to deal with two bodies…if that is ok with you and the rest of the day you can hang out here and we can gossip if you want to…we don’t get many strangers here in these parts mostly loggers working in the woods and old copper mine that seen its better days…and sometime and oil speculator or two…

Tracie looks at Mrs. Whitty…excuse me two dead bodies…no only my sisters dead baby…as for Francine we have no clue if she is living or dead…if you don’t mind I am going back to my room I did not sleep well…I need a nap…

The morning wears on it is now ten am…

Tracie is just now awaking from her morning nap…looks at the clock on the wall…voices out loud…oh my I have to visit with that jerk of a Sheriff…I am late…

Mrs. Whitty is knocking on her door…dear this is Nore…are you awake

Tracie…does not answer her she steps into the shower…takes her time taking her morning shower…recalling the dream she just had…still thinking…there is no way that can be the work Peanut King, who or what summoned that one out of its grave…I remember the Peanut King was angry and tired…he got me to bury him…telling me he was very tired the memories of losing his family was all the could think about and wanting to get revenge on all the people that murdered him and his family was weighing heavy on his mind…wait a minute just who is Jessica or what the hell is a Jessica…as she step out the shower…she retrieves a dry towel off the rack…tosses it on her head steps out of the shower on to the bath mat…she pulls the towel down across her body…she is surprised to see a red headed woman sitting on the stool beside the toilet…she is startled at first…then she becomes angry…she starts shouting at her what the hell are you doing in my bathroom…get the hell out of her now and if that old bat Nore put you up trying to wheedle information out of me you are sadly mistaken…I don’t like gossips and I never will…

Jessica tries to protest… her words to Tracie…I just visited you in your dreams…I am Jessica your worst nightmare…you will do what I will you to do…

Tracie… becomes very angry shouts at her…no way in hell… I don’t know you and I definitely will not even entertain the idea of doing what you think you want me to do…get the dammed hell out of my room now…

Jessica…I am not leaving… I want you to know the Peanut King is my charge…I am the one that brought him back from his grave, he had no right to get you to bury him…

Tracie…suddenly recalls her dream in vivid detail…she eyes Jessica… begins talking to her in her angriest of voices trying not to draw attention to Nore something is happening in her room…now you see here I know demons and you Miss are the red headed demon get out of my room NOW…do you understand me…

Jessica…tell me where is the Peanut King…

Tracie…good luck with that…I don’t know what the hell you are talking about…in deed… what the hell is a Peanut King…a figment of your imagination…

Mrs. Whitty…is knocking on Tracie’s bedroom door…asks dear is anything the matter…who are you arguing with…

Tracie…oh sorry…I forgot myself…I am playing one of those audio books I like to turn the player up loud…I did not mean to disturb you…I have an appointment…let me get out of your way…proceeds to walk down the stairs passes close to Mrs. Whitty…exiting the house climbs into her truck drives away…

At this point…Jessica is so perturbed with Tracie…she vanishes…

Tracie …enters the Sheriff’s Office…

The Sheriff…it is about time…I was about to give up and go looking for you…I have some bad news for you…The Carpenter Joe…made a gruesome discovery…in the process of removing some of the sliced up paneling…he discovered your sisters head directly behind the paneling how it got there is anyone guess and the rest of her body was reduced to mush in the wall…we now know beyond reasonable doubt Francine is dead…the pool of blood was your sisters blood…this will be considered a cold case…too many finger prints in the trash bin of a trailer to figure out how her head and the mush that was her body got behind that sliced up paneling…

Joe is use to finding stuff like this but not quite this way…it smacks of a serial killer…we had the funeral director come and scoop out her remains…. I have all the paper work for you to sign…thought I would save you the time and trouble of visiting the morgue and the hospital…I have pictures on my cell phone…it is just as good as being there in person…we can handle all this at my office right now…

Tracie…if you say so Sheriff… tell me how is that possible her head was behind that closed up wall and her body reduced to mush…

The Sheriff… avoiding her questions…. we are such a small town to save money…I handle the bills for the town…and the bills to bury the dead and the hospital morgue as well…

He lays out all the paper work and pictures for Tracie to view…

Tracie…oh wow…I see why you did not want me to go in person…I don’t know if I could have stood looking at this without wimping out…this is just awful…her let me have a copy of these pictures on my phone…my parents would like to see the remains as well…they are up in age…this is why I came alone…

The Sheriff…I understand…he lays out the bills…she quickly signs paper work and gives another check for the difference to handle all the bills for burying her sister and her sister’s baby…

Tell me where are they going to be buried…

The Sheriff their remains which will be ashes I can give this to you or we can use a small plot which is no