Terror in the Neighborhood

By Lloyd Hines

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. -Revelation 12:7-9 Late in the seventeenth century, in the eastern part of the new America coastline, pilgrims built a settlement and named it Portsymth. The settlement had grown to be one of the wealthiest, most affluent societies in the country-affluent neighborhoods, large custom homes, perfect landscaping, expensive cars, upscale shops, five-star restaurants, one of the top-rated golf courses in the country, rolling green hills, crystal blue lakes, and clear blue skies. It was a crime-free community, without any of the problems that one would find in the inner cities. Portsymth, however, did have a dark, shameful hidden history-a history so dark, so evil it had come back to haunt the entire community, sending the residents spiraling into sheer terror!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781640824324

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Introduction

Late in the seventeenth century in the eastern part of the new America coastline, pilgrims built a settlement and named it Portsymth. The settlement had grown to be one of the wealthiest, most affluent societies in the country.

Affluent neighborhoods, large custom homes, manicured landscaping, expensive cars, upscale shops, five-star restaurants, prestigious resorts, one of the top-rated golf courses in the country, rolling green hills, crystal blue lakes, and clear blue skies.

It was a crime free community, without any of the problems that one would find in the inner cities. Portsymth, however, did have a dark shameful hidden history—a history so dark, so evil it had come back to haunt the entire community, sending the residents spiraling into sheer terror!

Chapter 1

Night of the Resurrection

It was one of the coldest, most bitter winters in Portsymth history. As the cold bitterness of Old Man Winter was being ushered out, springtime filled the air. Flowers were in full bloom; trees that were once bare had brand-new leaves; and the dead-looking brown grass was alive again and deep green—so green that you wanted to roll around on it or just walk on it barefoot.

The Jordon family was your typical Portsymth family—Bob Sr., a tall muscularly built man, with the clearest blue eyes and grayish blond hair, and his wife, Mary, a sexy, medium-height brunette with beautiful hazel eyes and a hour glass figure.

They were childhood sweethearts. They married young about twenty years ago. They had two beautiful children: fifteen-year-old Bob Jr. (who had the same eyes as his father and long blond hair, too long for his father’s taste) and thirteen-year-old Susan, a cute freckle-faced brunette.

Bob Sr. was the CEO of a multibillion-dollar investment firm that he build from ground level, and Mary earned her double master’s degrees from a very prestigious Eastern college. She was the CEO of her own company, Coffee Stops. She opened her first shop in Portsymth a year ago and now had a chain of thirty shops throughout the state.

They lived in a luxurious two-story, ten thousand–square foot mini mansion, with a five-car garage, swimming pool, and tennis court—which sat on a two-acre beautiful, well landscaped and manicured lot. Life was good to the Jordons, as well as to the rest of the Portsymth community.

Today was the first official day of spring and the start of another busy workweek. Bob and the kids awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast cooking on the stove. They sat and ate breakfast together.

Wow, Mary, what a good-looking breakfast, you outdid yourself, exclaimed Bob.

Yeah, Mom, you even have my favorite, strawberry pancakes, stated a happy Susan.

Thank you, guys, I aim to please, said a laughing Mary.

Bob asked the kids hey guys, what’s on the old agenda for today at school?

The same old boring stuff, Dad, replied Bob Jr.

Yeah, Dad, don’t you remember back when you were in school? stated Susan.

Back when I was in school in the old west? You guys make it sound so ancient, replied Bob.

This made the two of them laugh uncontrollably.

Susan stated, We didn’t mean it like that, Dad.

The family enjoyed the big breakfast that was prepared.

Bob, now at work, was sitting in his huge office—which was designed by his wife. It had a breathtaking view of the coastline. Bob was a ruthless-type businessman who had a reputation for pushing the envelope. He really never broke the law, but he sure bent the hell out of it.

Amy, would you please get Congressman Grossman on his private line.

Yes, sir, right away.

Amy was Bob’s executive secretary for eight years. She was an attractive thirty-something young lady who kept herself in excellent shape. Bob loved the perfume that she wore, and he liked looking at her nice hourglass physique. Every now and then, he would flirt around with her.

Mr. Jordon, I have the congressman on the line.

Put him through, Amy.

Hello, Ted, how’s the weather in DC?

Hello, Bob, it’s wonderful this time of year. But I know that you didn’t call me on my private line to ask about the weather. What’s on your mind?

Yeah, well, I need to know how the vote looks on deregulating the Pipeline Express Company.

Bob, wouldn’t that type of information give your firm a big advantage over the competition?

But of course, it would, just like my thirty-million-dollar campaign contribution gave you a big advantage over yours.

The congressman gave a very dry laugh then said, Touché, Bob. Well, let me say this about that. If I were a betting man, I would bet on deregulation.

I understand totally, Ted. Thank you. Hey, tell the speaker of the House I said hi, and the next time you guys are free, I like to play another eighteen holes.

Will do, Bob.

Having this information, Bob was anticipating on making a financial killing.

Amy, get the executive staff together for an emergency meeting in the conference room ASAP.

Yes, sir.

And get in touch with Brad Johnson, tell him to get his ass in my office now!

As Bob continued to bark out orders and run his empire, Mary had dropped off the kids at their exclusive private school, Benhurts Higher Education Academy. She was now at her main shop, located in the heart of Portsymth. There she juggled the operations of her thirty other shops.

At the end of a very successful day, the Jordon family had a marvelous dinner together prepared by Mary. At the dinner table, they joked, laughed, and talked about things that occurred during their day.

Son, how was your day at school? Was it as boring as you thought it was going to be? asked Bob.

It was okay. Chemistry class was very interesting. While at the lab, some moron mixed the wrong chemicals together, and the odor smelled like a thousand rotten eggs. We all had to leave, the entire George W. Bush wing of campus. It was way cool, replied a laughing Bob Jr.

That was nothing, BJ. In my first-period biology class, we were dissecting lab mice. All the mice were supposed to be dead. But somehow a few were alive, and two of them crawled unnoticed up Mrs. Hall’s dress. And when she discovered what that itchy feeling was, she screamed so loud she could have awakened the rest of the dead mice. It took the principal and two school security guards to calm her down and stop her from running around the room screaming, stated Susan.

Whoa, ahaha, that’s way cool, screamed a laughing Bob Jr. How about you, Dad, how was your day? asked Bob Jr.

Yeah, Dad, how was it? inquired Susan.

Well, oh, this is a good one, snickered Bob. We had an oil sheik from Saudi Arabia buy twenty million dollars of shares in the Pablo Oil Company. He thought that Mexico had tapped an undiscovered oil well, but what he really invested in was a newly created cooking oil company, bahaha, cried Bob.

Both kids yelled simultaneously, Dad, and Mary started laughing so hard her face turned beet-red and tears started to run down her face.

Okay, okay, how about your day, laughing girl? said Bob.

Oh, no, you’re not going to get me that easy, my day was just fine, thank you, she responded.

Then Bob sprung a surprise on his family.

Hey, guys, tomorrow evening after my big business meeting and the closing of your mom’s shops, we’re going to hop on the company’s private jet and fly down to South Beach Florida for the weekend.

Yes! screamed Susan.

No way, echoed Bob Jr.

Come here and give mama a kiss, said a very happy Mary.

Is that all I get? whispered Bob.

Oh, no, cowboy, just wait until tonight, she then, in a very seductive fashion, winked at him.

As the family sat at the dinner table and continued to talk, excited about the weekend trip to Florida, they were unaware that they were being watched, stalked, and preyed upon like lambs by something that was resurrected straight from the darkest pit of hell—something so evil, so demonic that terror could only begin to describe it.

It was about ten in the evening. The family had retired for the night. The kids lay asleep, dreaming about being in South Beach. Bob and Mary lay close to each other. He started to rub her sexy body; her skin was as smooth as silk. He gently rubbed her upper back and neck and continued down her back, to her buttocks.

She loved the way his strong hands felt as they moved against her body. She moaned softly as she lay there in ecstasy. He then gave her a long, passionate kiss. Mary then rolled over and removed Bob’s pajama pants; she then sent him to a near climax.

Oh, man! Was that for the trip to Florida? moaned Bob.

No, silly, it’s because I love you, replied Mary.

She then lay on her back, and he then made passionate love to his wife of twenty years, over and over again. After they were both satisfied, they passed out for the night. The evil that stood hiding in the shadows of their backyard watching them eat dinner was now standing by the back kitchen door, armed with a large, very sharp, jagged-edged cutting and ripping tool.

It just stood there madly staring at the door. Quietly basking in the light of the first full moon of spring, and bright was the moonlight—rays of which reflected off the awesome-sized, cold steel blade. Also caught on the blade of this killing weapon were remnants of hair, blood, and flesh from the Jordons’ prized Afghan, Misty.

The Afghan lay in a puddle of its own blood with its head severed. The terror started fantasizing about the kills it was going to commit, the screams it was going to hear, excited about the feelings it was going to experience when it cut, slashed, and stabbed its helpless victims to death.

It was also very thrilled to have been released from the darkest, hottest, deepest pit in hell. Being in the bright moonlight fueled its passion and empowered its evil. The longer the monster stood in the moonlight, the longer it smelled the blood of the Afghan, the more demented and deranged it became.

But the terror stood there at the door very patiently until it deemed it was time to enter, and that time was two o’clock in the morning. The Jordons had been asleep for hours now. The evil quietly used its steely weapon to gain entry into their home.

Once inside, it found its way to the staircase, which led to the bedroom wings of the home. The terror slowly, methodically walked up the marble staircase—being very careful not to make a sound, taking its time walking toward the bedrooms, where the lambs for its slaughter lay asleep, unaware that there was a murderous intruder in their midst.

The monster was so exhilarated; it could feel that its victims were sleep. It was very important that they were asleep. The demonic beast entered Bob and Mary’s room first. Once inside, it saw the two lying nude. Bob was lying facedown, and Mary was lying on her back.

The evil was standing on Bob’s side of the bed. It raised the cold steel over its head in both hands in a ritual-style manner. The moonlight that was piercing through the darkness of the bedroom window was reflecting off the cold steel.

Then suddenly, with great force, it plunged the blade into Bob’s back, right between his shoulder blades, instantly severing Bob’s spine, rendering him completely paralyzed. Bob let out a slight moan of pain, which woke Mary; but the evil in a quick motion went over to her and, in a slashing movement, cut Mary’s throat from ear to ear.

The terror then began to slash and stab its two victims in an uncontrolled rage. One could hear their bones being cut straight through. The evil was so enlivened by this slaughter that it donned a smile so evil,