Bodies

So while the cops were investigating that graveyard (the one where they found the 17yr old) they stumbled across a partly open crypt. They found inside 4 other bodies, 2 dead and 2 dying. All covered in the same strange marks as that girl. Bill was among them... Alive, battered, and mad. Seriously insane, ranting all kinds of mumbo jumbo some of it not even English. They had to lock him up in a padded cell...

Jo and I cant go see him of course, only close friends and family. Thing is, its been almost a week and no ones gone to see him. In fact none of the other bodies have been identified either. Whoever these sickos are, they know what they are doing, picking up people that others don't even know exist.

As the rain poured down last night, seemingly washing away the filth of the weeks findings, we sat in the bar, unable to open as the cops were questioning and looking for clues. Turns out we were the last ones to see Bill before he got taken.

I was half listening to Jo's feeble attempt to chat up one of the cops and half contemplating on the fragility of life as I was looking out the window. Across the street, under the streetlight there stood a tall elegant figure, dressed in black and holding a black Gothic umbrella above her head. The only tinge of color was her silver shining eyes staring back at me.