"Meet Lisa. She's a 5 year old girl, sir, and shes quite special, I do believe you will like her." The nun said, smiling kindly.
"I'm not looking to adopt someone named Lisa." He answered.
"Do you have something against the name sir? You may change it to your likeing, sir." The nun answered.
"Yes... well... how long has she been here?"
"4 years... her parents died when she was very young. She started out in a different church. As i said, Lisa is very special; she has talents beyond bringing a msile to our faces every day and evening. You see, she's but 5, and she want's nothing more than to be an artist."
"I see. Well, I have a son at home you see, a very good boy, has a bit of a past, his parents were, unfortunately, Pagan ritualistic and they used him in several rituals, but the name Lisa unfortunetly is also the name of his parents goddess, and the man that they sold him to called him Lisa, you see, so I must find little child with a different name. Anything with an L triggers terrible memories."
"Oh bless the little dear, I'm sorry. If you'd like we could see if our medicines could help him?"
"Nono, he's doing better, I've had him in my home five moths, he's a good boy. Other than the occasional bed wetting, he's very matured."
"I see, and you want a little girl because...?"
"He used to have a twin sister, unfortunetly she died when they were five, and he wants another little sister to play with. He's only 7, you see."
"Oh god, bless him. Poor dear... poor poor dear. Well, our little Jewell, yes. her named is Liddia. Well sometimes, I'm afraid she has multiple personalities. She's just a darling. Her name is Jewell. Darling girl, I'm afraid she has a similar history as you son. What was his name again?"
"Adriel. but we have been trying to change his name to Nathan or Mathew."
"Well, Jewell is just that, a jewell, she misses her big brother, who left our house sometime ago with a kindly family. Yes. A kindly family." She smiled and nodded.
Chapter 1.
The 12-year old boy snuck from his room into his little sisters. He kissed her forehead and tucked the small bear under her arms. She stirred a little bit.
"Is it time to wake mother Mary Joseph?" She mumbeled.
"No Jewell's, its Tyler, I... I am going to visit Father Joseph Terrence, he wont hurt us anymore, i promise."
"No ty! You can't!" She cried, sitting up.
"Shhh, its alright." Tyler pulled his little sister into his arms and cradled her humming their favorite tune softly. "Even if he'sa priest or even if he was the pope! what he did to you isn't right.. or to me." Tyler whispered, stroaking her hair and holding her close. A nun came in a yanked them appart.
"What are you doing in here at this hour boy?!" She yelled, smacking him with her switch. He cried out.
"Sorry mother Mary Theresa! I was worried about my sister is all!!" He cried, the nun smacked him again, only across his face and chest and back. He held his arms up for protection. The stikes continued, from the comotion of Jewell screaming for her to stop and Tyler crying out, many of the children had awoke and watched, eyes wide, shaking, and tears rolling down their cheeks. They knw that only Father Terrence would be able to put a stop to the beating, and then he would take the small Tyler away. Tyler lay sobbing on the floor now, taking the painful blows with out a word. Jewell had jumped on Theresa's back trying to make her stop, and theresa went to beat her to, but Tyler took the entire punishment. Father Terrence appeared, and caught the switch mid blow, inches from tyler already bloodied back.
"Mother Theresa, stop now, I will finish young tyler's punishment else where, there is not a need for the other children to see his suffering in the eyes of god and everything." He said, gently rubbing the nun's arm until she dropped the switch. She glared at the other children.
"Sleep yourself down now, or 'll take the switch to all of your faces!" Jewell crawled back into bed, and wrapped her ar,s around her teddy bear, and put its ear in her mouth and sucked. She watched in silence as Father Terrence helped the reluctant Tyler to his feat and led him and mother Theresa out the door. Mother theresa and most of the other nuns knew not of their preists Sins. They didn't know that if they beat a little girl for the sin of sneezeing during prayer, that a worse sin would be commited to that child moments after the fifteenth strike on her little hands or back or legs or face. tyler limped next to the priest, holding onto the string on his night pants for dear life. The priest turned down a hallway and led him up the high stair, into the chambers. The chambers were a hidden place in the church, wear the nuns knew not of, and 15 of the children knew all to well. 9 girls had entered with there bodies intact, 9 girls came out with nothing in tact but their hair and face intact. 8 boys had entered with their bodies intact and 8 had exited with out. The priest removed his heavy robes and pushed Tyler down to his already bruises knee's.
Tyler had given up on god long ago. Against his thigh had he hidden a knife, long and sharp, held to his flesh with tape. Not child misbehaved at the orphanage. Not a child let fear show on their faces when the priest passed, out of pure and shear terror. only fifteen had met the priest in the chambers, but 29 had entered his study. The only reason it had changed was because one day, long long ago, when Tyler and his little sister had just barley arrived here, Jewell coughed during dinner and didn't apologise to the lord. for this, she was taken to the priest, who grinned his ugly grin and took the little girl, who was barely 4 at the time, behind his desk. He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled very kindly.
"I will teach her her lesson, give me your palm, sweetie." he said, the nun nodded and left. The priest neglected to lock the door as he usually did, and took off his bottoms and penetrated the 4-year-old over and over again. He gagged the poor little girl, with his rosary. Her blood flowed onto the floor and pain struck her in waves, she was sobbing uncontrolably. And brother Samual walked by. With a sudden fear of the horrible sin of murder on his mind, he entered the priests study. Horror striken, he stood watching for a moment. then the priest noticed him, and smiled. He pushed Jewell down and pulled up his bottoms. He spoke to the brother and exsplained if he told anyone, god would send him a daughter, and then god would send his daughter to the priest, and the brother shook his head, begging, and pleading on his knee's. the priest knew that the brother had a wife, and his wife was pregnant. they had married long before Samual became a priest.
"I need this, Samual. The urge gets so very strong I cant contain it. I need the children to do gods work." The priest explained after the brother asked why. Samual swore silence from then on, and carried the terrible secret for three years.
Brother Samual now discarded of the children when the priest was done with them. Bathed them and told them god would send them to hell if they told anyone. And now tyler sat on the small bed, facing the priest, waiting for him to tell him what horrible thing to do next. He watched as the priest greeted brother samual and asked him a question about his daughters, beautiful twin girls, his wife had bore. While the priest had turned, Samual looked at tyler with horrible shame in his eyes. he mouthed an 'I'm so sorry.' And the priest handed his the water and Tyler's bloody shirt, and rags to fix him with. The priest watched as Brother Samual cleaned and patched Tyler's cuts. the priest enjoyed watching the pain on their faces when they had their wounds cleaned. Soon after that Samual scurried out. Tyler felt the blade against his thigh, it felt good, like his insurance policy, he knew justice would be served tonight. His sister would no longer have to worry about being free any more. She wouldn't cry or sob or flinch. The priest smiled at him, and took something from the shelf above him. He walked forward and knelt in front of Tyler. He seized his chin and rubbed the red on his lips and on his cheeks.
"Your pale as a ghost. Its ugly." The priest said, leaning in and kissing his mouth harshly. He rubbed blue on his upper eye lids and studied him a moment, then he stood up and took off his bottoms.
"Take off your britches." He ordered. Tyler turned away and pulled off the pants and untapped the blade. He leapt up and ;lunged at the priest, blade beared. He fought him, trying to plunge the blade into his sagged chest or wrinkled face.
"this is for my sister!!!" he let out a warrior's cry and pushed the blade against the priests throat. He was unable to plunge, and Father Terrence giggled, tackling his and wrestling the blade away. the blade slid away, spinning over the floor. Tyler sobbed, defeeted.
"Please.... die." He sobbed.
"Tell me your sins, how long have you planned on killing your father?"
"My father died in a car accident!" He sobbed, Terrence pinned his arms down and french kissed Tyler.
"Silence now, my child, tell me your sins. Come on... or maybe I'll go get little Jewell and make you watch." Terrence said, grabbing Tyler by the throat.
"No! Not Jewell..."
"Well, c'mon, its easy, bless me father." He said.
"B-Bless me Father..." He muttered, Jewell's face was in his mind now. He wouldn't let her get hurt again.
"For I have sinned."
"For I have sinned." He echoed.
"What have you done, my child?" He asked, giggling, and kissing Tyler's neck.
"I planned to kill me priest, father, and bless me father.... I-I nearly stabbed him father." He said, the priest licked his neck and chest and smiled.
"You are not forgiven in the eyes of god. But your father forgives you, because he knows that you were trying to defend someone you love." Terrence smiled and about four hours passed. They moved about the room, fat tears rolled down tylers face. He noticed the blade lyeing on the floor near him. When Terrence finished with him, the sun was near to rising. the priest picked up the blade now and smiled.
"You are not forgiven." He said and totured him, but cutting on his skin and tearing at his flesh. Then in a final act, he drug the blade across tylers throat. then he left him to bleed. They burried Tyler in the field near their church. But their was an odd pressence every day after that. Somesort of aura that tyler left, a hate or something. Only Jewell knew what it was and when it would strike.
Chapter 2. Three years later...
Tyler floated above Jewell's bed as she made it.
"Lidia now is it?" He asked, she smiled and nodded.
"He wont touch me anymore, partly because of you and partly because he thinks i'm a nut case. Multiple personalities."
"I see. i'm sorry, i've failed you." he said frowning and kissing her forehead.
"Don't be big brother." She answered. they often talked like this, but because everyone thought she was crazy, they didn't get suspicious. But the priest, Terrence was terrified. He knew something was wrong, and each day he walked out to Tylers shallow grave to make sure it hadn't been disturbed. they had wrapped him in a plastic sheet, and shoved him into an air tight box, he hadn't even started decomposing. If you would travel benethe the soil, you'd fin his body and you'd find that he seemed to of died yesterday, rather than a 3 year old corpse. He told everyone he ran away, and he became terrified of his little sister, who sat there during dinner, stareing at him, like 'I know the truth, and you will get your reward, Terrence Paster.' He'd wrnech his eyes away and laughed with the children. Tyler's sister was adopted two days later.Tyler watched her go, bound to the chruch, until his murderer joined him in hell and the after life. Tyler touched her forehead one last time with his finger tips and nodded, she would get the help she deserved. Tyler turned his attention to Terrence.At night he would groan and moan, reliving the horrible night of his death. The priest would wake to it and cover his ears.
"Away that awful sound!" he cried, but only he could hear it. Tyler started getting angry at sunrise, and he'd slice open Terrence somewhere, on his foot, or on his arms or legs. During the day, he made his life harder by stealing pens and pencils, or his rosary and then his bible, and reappearing them in different places. Until Terrence was sure he'd gone insane. Tyler was waiting for him to commit another sin, before he could kill him. Samual, who begged for forgiveness each night finally brought a boy in. He was new, and didn't know of the evils of the church, the pure hatred of a spirit and the pain of every deflowered girl and terrified little boy. He had killed his parents by accident, he was 14 and he had special abilities. He also had many bruises, because his parents were abbusive.
"I will teach him a lesson, Samual, leave us." Samual nodded and the priest rose, he held his Rosary in one hand, a blade in the other. The boy was shaking, afraid of knives and pain.
"Come with me my son." He said, leading the boy up into the chambers. This place he hadn't entered since Tyler began to haunt, 3 months after his death. He smiled at the boy.
"Wha is your name, son?"
"Kendall, sir. My name is Kendall." He answered.
"I see. And what have you done to sin."
"I was... well you see sir... I'm... well... A f-f-f"
"f*****t?" The priest asked.
"As the bible says, sir, yes." He answered.
"And what did you do?"
"I was, I was.... with my boy friend in the field, sir." he answer, the priest froze. The field...
"Exactly where in the field, my son?" He asked.
"Behind the tool shed, sir."
"Have you done this before, my child?" He turned looking at Kendall in the eyes. He shook his head quickly. "Tell me my son, are you a virgin?" Kendall nodded.
"We were kissing is all sir." He said, he looked terribly afraid now.
"Do you know what a peodephile is?"
"A man or woman that is sexually stimulated by children, s... oh..." He mutterm the priest grabbed his arms quickly.
"The younger the better, you see, but your very pretty, almost as darling asthe last boy I had up here." He shoved Kendall against a wall and pulled on his pants. Kendall let out a shriek. "You see this knife?" He asked, holding it up, Kendall nodded. "About three years ago, I brought a boy up here, he was 12, his name was tyler. But he was so soft, and so sweet. His little sister almost as sweet and soft. He tried to kill me with this very knife. So I put it in his mouth like this." He forced the blade into Kendall's mouth, kendall cried out. "And cut out his tongue, then I slit his throat, and burried him inthe field, near the tool shed!" He axclaimed, laughing. He removed the blade and pressed his body against Kendall's.
"And now, he haunts me, every day. I hear him, moaning and groaning, screaming. He steals my things to, hides them, moves them."
He shoved his hand down Kendalls pants and rubbed, Kendal thrashed, screaming. Terrence tied the rosary around his mouth and stripped him. Tyler appeared above him.
"I don't haunt you, preacher, I watch you!" He whispered, his fingers crawling on his face and arms. He licked him, his saliva was acid. the preacher began to scream, he shoved the blade into kendalls stomach by accident. kendall cried out, and looked down at the blade stickig out of his gut and fainted.
Tragedy's at Christian Orphanage!!!
Three people have died.
One Tyler Avery, who has been missing for three years, assumed to of ran away from the orphanage 3 years before and changed his identity found! He was burried in a shallow grave, perfectly preserved! Though his body as they could see through the plastic sheet and container looks to of died yesterday, a skin sample shows that this is in fact the 3 year old corpse of Tyler Avery, who was apparently raped and tortured by the head priest at St. Jude's orphanage, Priest Terrence Paster. Who was found in the chambers at the churches very top, he had committed suicide and left a note saying where tyler was buried and a praise to the devil, thanking him for the passage to hell. Before he killed himself he also rapped one Kendall Nuetenlae, an stabbed him in the stomach. Kendall is alive at this moment, but not for much longer. Authorities say that that the blade severed several veins arteries and punctured his lung. Authorities have been very vague on this, but the blade that may of killed kendall, also was the weapon that murdered Tyler. They were also vague, but at least 20 of the orphans at the church had been rapped by Terrence Paster. terrence paster it seems, has held the children of this orphanage in terror, his first victim to be adopted was one Jewell Avery, Tyler's little sister, she was accused by a nun, who had actually had an affair with the priest of bringing her brother back from the dead, to kill the priest, and that she was the one that killed him and she was lyeing about Terrence ever being a rapist at all. Many believed the accusations, until we received this footage and statement from one Samual Grayhawk, who apparently was helping the priest with his terrible secret. A screen popped up. I was a video taping of Terrence attacking Kendall and admitting to the murder.
"I have been helping him for 6 years, I have two little girls, and he said he'd come after them. I was the one that disposed of the children when he was done, and I was the one that buried Tyler in the plastic box and sheet. I do believe it was Tyler that had his revenge, but not for the murder, for the very fact that Jewell was his little sister, and he took away her childhood. Jewell has many mental problems because of Terrence and I hope that he burns in hell for all eternity, and I hope I join him, for ever helping him." Samul said. But Terrence didn't go to hell, instead he met Tyler, who was happy with the ending, until he appeared, a grin on his mouth.
"Lucky me, i rape a few kids and god sends me to the soul of my the one I killed." And he pinned tyler down. He stripped him of his chosen clothes and took off his too. And nowm they spend a horrible eternity together, its said that when ever a priest sins, that Terrence is whispering in his ears, urging him on. And when ever one of Terrence's controled priest or rapists victims kills themselves or dies, Tyler takes them to the other side, so they can't stay with Terrence adn him for ever. But Tyler cant leave the church or mountain, neither can terrence. but Terrence doesn't mind, the chruch was shut down for a few years, but its open again, and forsome reason, some of the foster children have been showing up with horrible bruising to their thighs and buttocks. Terrence has found that as a ghost, he's not always solid, but normally he is. Solid enough to continue his life of crime and terror, forever.
 demon strait outta_hell · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 07:50pm · 0 Comments |
