The House on Mercer Lane
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Dr. Ross L. Riggs
Dr. Riggs is the author of a book and articles dealing with law enforcement, security, international terrorism and more. A retired Chief of Police, FBI National Academy graduate, an Ohio Certified Law Enforcement Executive, a US Air Force Veteran in Security Police and fifteen years of experience providing security consultation in high risk areas in Central and Eastern Europe and the Mediterranean. A father of four and grandfather of 13 he is a life long resident of Ohio and loves to fish and hunt and spending time with family. The author holds Doctor of Ministry and Master of Ministry degrees as well as others. He is currently the Vice President of Operations for the 501c3 charity Legacy of Honor which supports active military, veterans, first responders and their families. Legacy of Honor can be found at www.honorthelegacy.org
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The House on Mercer Lane - Dr. Ross L. Riggs
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ISBN: 978-1-6642-9629-9 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023905834
WestBow Press rev. date: 04/11/2023
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 The Discovery
Chapter 2 Cindy and Mac
Chapter 3 Jerry James
Chapter 4 Chief Holmes
Chapter 5 Devon
Chapter 6 E
Chapter 7 U of F
Chapter 8 Josiah
Chapter 9 Hunting Mac
Chapter 10 Charm Escape
Chapter 11 …Or She Dies
Chapter 12 Chaplain Christian
Chapter 13 Confidential
Chapter 14 the Third
Chapter 15 Evil
Chapter 16 First Class Psychopaths
Chapter 17 Shadow on the Lake
Chapter 18 See Us!
Chapter 19 Water Tower Road
Chapter 20 Barista Katy and a Note
Chapter 21 One Week
Chapter 22 Demon Abduction
Chapter 23 Hogback Connection
Chapter 24 The Search is On
Chapter 25 Josiah’s Eyes
Chapter 26 The Bone Collector & Dark Wing
Chapter 27 Dear Jesus …
Chapter 28 Two and One – a Godly Combination
Chapter 29 What Do You Mean Both?
Special Thanks
End Notes
40765.pngCHAPTER 1
THE DISCOVERY
T he patrol car turned slowly over the hard snow. The long desolate road on the edge of town was one Sgt. McCauley knew well. Ever since he was a small boy, patrol sergeant Mike ‘Mac’ McCauley had heard stories about the old buildings that used to fill Mercer Lane. Every building seemed to have some strange happening the locals never could explain. Most of those buildings were gone now except for a long weather-beaten barn, a run-down storage shed, and the old family mansion known by the kids growing up as " the house on Mercer Lane." A regular enough sounding statement without its context; but, with it, the same five words had a sinister eeriness to them.
It was a great place for the kind of ghost stories and legends of bloody corpses and moving furniture kids love to conjure up on a warm summer’s night when the parents let the kids sleep out in their tents. They would sit up half the night trying to scare each other or dare their friends into doing something which, by the time it was daylight, they would have wished they hadn’t. Sometimes, Mac’s older brother Dan and his friends would come by where the guys were sitting up and tell them even more ghost stories trying to scare them into going home. Mac remembered one time when Dan had them absolutely convinced there was an escaped axe-murderer hiding in the neighbor’s garage inside his car. Every time Dan shined his flashlight toward the car, the taillights would go on. Mac was sure Dan was right. The murderer had to be in the car! Why else would those taillights keep coming on?
When Mac was older, he was ashamed he had fallen for such a cheap trick; but he made sure he tried the same thing on his youngest brother Randy who had such a crush on Cindy next door, he’d try to impress her with his bravery. That was until Mac showed him the taillights coming on in the car across the lane! Randy made it home that night before Cindy and his house was farther down the street than hers! Mac kind of hated telling Randy the truth because he liked that Randy had looked up to him, even confided to him about his crush on Cindy. Still, it was what brothers did to each other and he figured that sooner or later, Randy would forgive him! It took a little longer than Mac thought though. Amazingly, it had been fifteen or more years ago. Mac couldn’t believe Randy could hold a grudge that long! It probably hadn’t helped that in high school Mac and Cindy started dating and just after he got on the police department, he and Cindy got married. That probably had something to do with Randy still being a bit sore at his brother for it!
If the creepy architecture, the dilapidated buildings nearby on a deserted stretch of road wasn’t enough to make the house on Mercer Lane the center for all that was ghostly in the small town of Madison, Ohio; it had its own family cemetery in the yard adjacent to the old house. The cemetery hadn’t been kept up for years, though the local historical society had tried to raise funds for it back during the time Mac was off at college. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened. Not only did they not raise enough money to refurbish the old cemetery; but some obscure relative of the Mercer family had hired an attorney to stop anyone from even going into the small cemetery. Now, it was cordoned off with an old single link of chain going around it about three feet off the ground. The chain was attached to small, spiked posts identical to those that lined the battlements along the roof’s edge of the old house. Not exactly a fortress. Now, though, the old family cemetery had a very official ‘No Trespassing’ sign posted with the local police chief’s name scrawled across the bottom. Whenever Mac passed by it, he shook his head in disbelief. Why would some relative, who apparently had never even been to Madison, care about whether the local historical society and garden club wanted to fix up the place a little? You’d think, if he had any financial interest in the old place, he’d welcome someone giving it a facelift!
The patrol car hit the rough snow piles that had hardened with the most recent freeze. He hit hard enough to slosh Mac’s coffee from his cup onto the front of his jacket and he let out a soft curse! The coffee was just hot enough to sting his hand when it splashed across the back of it. Mac flapped his hand to get the excess coffee off then ran the back of his hand across his pant leg. One advantage to black tactical pants and night shift was that there was little chance anyone would notice a small coffee spill on it before he was back home at dawn. If he knew Cindy, she’d have the pants in the wash before she left for her job at the local OB’s office, which, by then Mac would already be fast asleep.
There had been other calls of suspicious lights around the old house, barn, and storage buildings. This was the third night in a row that such a call had come in. Every night the location of the lights was different and every night the times changed. Not by much, usually between 0130 and 0300; but the lights were seen the first night inside the old barn. When Mac and his back-up unit, Steve Franks arrived that first night there were no lights to be seen and every door on the barn was padlocked. Steve was a career patrolman who held neither the desire nor the personality to be a shift supervisor. As usual, they found a couple of the windows were cracked; but, not enough to let anyone through and the cobwebs hadn’t been disturbed probably since Mac was in Junior High. As they expected, there were no tracks visible in the hardened snow. The second night, the caller, who had refused a name each time and the cellphone numbers were blocked, claimed the lights were on the second floor of the old house. Again, no lights on when Mac and Franks arrived and no signs of forced entry to the house. By the third night, Franks radioed to Mac that he was out at the local all-night convenience store for coffee and just to radio him if he needed him for anything.
On this night, the caller, always the same male voice that sounded like it should have been on an old-time radio broadcast for a mystery theater, claimed he saw a light up on the very pinnacle of the roof of the old house on Mercer Lane, as if it were outside on the widow’s walk. Mac thought it strange that the caller would use the term widow’s walk because that was a term usually meant for the railed platforms on houses along the coast where supposedly the wife of a fisherman would watch for her husband’s ship to come back to port and, if he died in a sea-faring accident, the widow would walk a lonely vigil on the platform waiting for a husband who would never return. Madison, Ohio was a long way from the sea, but not far from Lake Erie, one of the five Great Lakes and sea-faring ships travelled the dangerous waters regularly.
As he pulled onto Mercer Lane, Mac killed his headlights and stopped, hoping to get a view of the house before coming in and perhaps scaring the trespassers, if there were any, into dousing their lights and hiding from him. What Mac saw from seventy-five yards or more, visible with the bright moon, was a macabre sight that sent a chill down Mac’s spine and he felt the hair go up on the back of his neck. Mac imagined it would be the worst he would ever see. One thing was certain, if the house on Mercer Lane wasn’t a source for ghost stories before, it would be after this night!
40765.pngCHAPTER 2
CINDY AND MAC
I t was nearly noon. Mac was still at the station trying to get his report completed. He knew that the state’s crime scene unit was still out on Mercer Lane and every time the phone rang in dispatch, he’d hear the senior dispatcher, Connie, cuss and then clear her throat and answer Madison Police
in her sweet how can I help you voice . Next, he’d hear, "No Ma’am; there’s no further information, the Chief will have another press conference at 3 p.m. You can check our website for details … and please tell the other reporters there that this is our emergency line." Mac could tell that this was not the time to ask Connie for any favors! Instead, he took a break, headed for the squad room where he slipped a dollar into the vending machine and let a can of Coke drop to the ledge. He grabbed a Styrofoam cup with a lid, because open drinks were verboten near the computers, and carried the gift to the bear’s cage. Mac slipped it down onto the desk in front of Connie, gave her a wink and left the nearly 35-year veteran of communications alone to deal with the m edia!
When Mac finally got home, well after four o’clock, Cindy was home from work and she could tell by the look on Mac’s face, this was not the time for questions. Everyone at her work had been buzzing about the events of the night and early morning and they pressed Cindy for inside information, assuming she had talked with Mac and had all the details. She hadn’t spoken to him; not that she didn’t try; but, his cellphone had gone dead by 10:00 and she wasn’t about to call the station looking for him, expecting what kind of day Connie would be having! She had seen the first news conference in time for the noon news broadcasts and she hoped to get a chance to see what the five o’clock news carried but she wouldn’t push it if Mac didn’t want to watch. They had been married almost since Mac became a cop and she knew him well before. She could wait until he was ready to talk.
Cindy was surprised that right after dinner, which he barely touched, Mac pushed away from the table, went to take a short run and when he got back not only did she notice that he went to the shower and straight to bed but when he pulled off his running shirt, his S&W .40 caliber Shield was around his waist with the stretch band and Velcro closure holster she’d gotten him last Christmas and he’d hardly ever worn. He always said he felt weighed down when he was in plain clothes and had to carry a firearm. That was especially true when he was wearing his running shorts, but not today. Not only did he have his 40 with him, he had two extra magazines tucked into the holster band in the pockets made for them. Whatever Mac had seen last night, it had him on edge.
It also came as no surprise to Cindy when she rolled over in bed about 2 a.m. that Mac wasn’t there. He had the night off because of his regular rotation and usually he welcomed catching a good night of sleep. Cindy lay there for a few minutes listening and she could hear her husband rummaging around in the kitchen. Couldn’t sleep. Thought maybe a light snack might make me drowsy,
he said when she walked into the kitchen.
How about I draw you a nice warm bath? Might make you sleepy.
She said.
Mac didn’t answer, just reached for his phone and dialed the station. In between bites, Mac questioned the on-duty sergeant if anything