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If they had me when Humpty Dumpty fell then Humpty Dumpty would not have been a nursery rhyme.\u00c2\u00a0 He would have been just another fat egg with a balance problem.\u00c2\u00a0 That is what I do, piece things together.\u00c2\u00a0 I have the ability to see a crime scene and know what happened.\u00c2\u00a0 I can sift the unnecessary from the necessary and relevant in a glance, and help the police understand what took place.\u00c2\u00a0 The Chief of Police loves me for this.<\/p>\n
The call came today while I was at Taco Bell.\u00c2\u00a0 I hate fast food, but I have become more and more lazy lately and just give in.\u00c2\u00a0 I was sitting in one of those hard plastic chairs having a bean burrito and two soft tacos when I first felt the vibration and heard the phone ring.<\/p>\n
I answered it, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the information on a napkin that was close.\u00c2\u00a0 The dispatcher told me that there was a 914C at the Haynee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s farm, and that the Chief of Police requested I come to the scene as soon as possible.\u00c2\u00a0 She gave a few more details of the event and hung up tersely. \u00c2\u00a0A 914C means everything is over, and they need me to piece it together for them.<\/p>\n
I finished my dinner, why hurry, no one was going anywhere.\u00c2\u00a0 I live in a sleepy Kentucky county with about twenty thousand residents.\u00c2\u00a0 It’s big enough that everyone can keep some anonymity, but not big enough that people don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what’s happening in your life.\u00c2\u00a0 But since it’s a relatively small town not much happens.\u00c2\u00a0 I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind that because it causes fewer interruptions.\u00c2\u00a0 Outwardly I put on a great face, I am an elected official, but believe me no one else wants this job.<\/p>\n
I left Taco Bell and got into my official State owned Taurus.\u00c2\u00a0 It was black which fits me and my job to a T.\u00c2\u00a0 The car is not very special, but why should I complain since it’s free.\u00c2\u00a0 I drove out to the Haynee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s farm passing the McNally\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s place and our newest attraction, the Homestead winery.\u00c2\u00a0 The wine is crappy, but I heard it will get better as the soil matures and the winemakers develop more of their craft.<\/p>\n
I had been to the Haynee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s farm many times.\u00c2\u00a0 Brenda, the daughter, was a friend of mine from high school and a real nice girl.\u00c2\u00a0 We never went out on a date, but we were good friends.\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t know why we didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t date.\u00c2\u00a0 I suppose we just enjoyed each other’s company like siblings.\u00c2\u00a0 Her parents were always really nice to me.\u00c2\u00a0 Mrs. Haynee always asked me to join them for their summer family parties and picnics.\u00c2\u00a0 They treated me like a cousin.\u00c2\u00a0 It was really nice to be a part of their family.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Brenda and I lost touch when I started college.\u00c2\u00a0 She stayed home with her family helping take care of her sick father and the farm, while I went on to the university.\u00c2\u00a0 As time passed we stopped talking to each other.\u00c2\u00a0 During college I heard she was getting married to Mike Miller, who I knew when we were kids, but he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t someone I liked to be around.<\/p>\n
When we were eight years old, Mike and I and a couple of other friends were down at the lake fishing during the summer.\u00c2\u00a0 It was a great day.\u00c2\u00a0 The kind of day that you only dream about now when you’re staring out of your office window hoping not to get interrupted by the damn phone.\u00c2\u00a0 It was the kind of day that as an adult screams for a beer and a hammock with nothing but a gentle breeze and silence.\u00c2\u00a0 Back then we didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have a clue how special it was.\u00c2\u00a0 We were out of school, and that was all that mattered.\u00c2\u00a0 We were catching a few little crappie here and there, maybe a bluegill or two when Mike decided to change the whole atmosphere.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike was standing in the lake with the water up to his knees.\u00c2\u00a0 He pulled a few fish out of the collapsible fish basket that was tied off on a submerged log next to him, and tossed them up on the bank. \u00c2\u00a0He was delighted and started laughing as they flopped around straining for breath.\u00c2\u00a0 He waded over to the bank, and stepped out by the fish.\u00c2\u00a0 The fish were trying to flop their way back to the life sustaining water, but many of them were just making their situation worse.\u00c2\u00a0 One of the fish, I think a bluegill was starting to get the right direction, but was stopped short callously.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike stepped right on it with his dirty, wet tennis shoe.\u00c2\u00a0 The fish made a pop as its insides squirted out of its mouth.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike loved this.\u00c2\u00a0 He started laughing and stepping on the other fish making them pop just like the first one.\u00c2\u00a0 After that I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hang around him much.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Years later when we were in high school, Mike and some other guys drove into the clearing by the same lake on another summer afternoon.\u00c2\u00a0 I was fishing off to the side and they called me over and we enjoyed a few beers.\u00c2\u00a0 I was never opposed to a few beers while I was fishing.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike found a turtle near the shore and started to torture it.\u00c2\u00a0 I thought he would’ve grown out of this, but the idea of torture seemed to actually grow in him.\u00c2\u00a0 He was crafty in his torturing.\u00c2\u00a0 He took center stage with the turtle and in the beginning started to just aggravate it.\u00c2\u00a0 Once he got the animal frustrated he began in earnest.\u00c2\u00a0 First he clamped jumper cable ends to the animal\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms and legs.\u00c2\u00a0 The vice like pinchers of the connectors were causing the turtle severe pain.\u00c2\u00a0 After this he lit some firecrackers and threw them at the turtle.\u00c2\u00a0 For his finale he tied three firecrackers together, lit them, and then got the turtle to bite them.\u00c2\u00a0 The explosion was gross.\u00c2\u00a0 The poor turtle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head was gone in the burst of the explosion.\u00c2\u00a0 Its legs twitched for a brief time and then went still.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Mike really enjoyed the show he put on.\u00c2\u00a0 I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even finish my beer, but for some reason I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t leave.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe I was fascinated by someone so obviously crazy, or I was afraid.\u00c2\u00a0 Years later I heard of his further exploits.\u00c2\u00a0 They were horrific to me, but funny to others.\u00c2\u00a0 Most of them were still animal related, but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure there is some poor soul out there that’s too afraid to come forward because of the humiliation.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 At Brenda and Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wedding I had my last encounter with Mike.\u00c2\u00a0 I came back to town for the occasion, and since I had been gone for a few years I had lost touch with everyone.\u00c2\u00a0 I was holding up a table in a corner of the reception hall having a drink when Mike came over to me.\u00c2\u00a0 He said he knew how close Brenda and I were years ago, and that she was really excited that I came home for the wedding.\u00c2\u00a0 I made my pleasantries with him and we caught up a bit keeping to general topics.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 When our conversation was winding down Mike leaned in toward me.\u00c2\u00a0 He was a little unsteady on his feet from the alcohol and I could smell the gardenia pinned to his lapel.\u00c2\u00a0 He said to me these exact words, and I remember them because they froze me, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glad you came back too, Eamon and I have been waiting for you.\u00c2\u00a0 You are the bridge and the binder.\u00c2\u00a0 Make no mistake you have been marked.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0 His voice was scratchy and sounded like an old man.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 He stepped back and his eyes were glazed with a hint of red.\u00c2\u00a0 He looked demonic.\u00c2\u00a0 Then the next second he was smacking me on my back saying he would see me at the lake this summer.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
He left, and I was shaken.\u00c2\u00a0 I downed my drink in a gulp and calmed down.\u00c2\u00a0 Those eyes were evil.\u00c2\u00a0 He said Eamon with a sinister tone and an Old English feel, which made it even stranger because Mike was not a very educated man.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I didn’t come back to town until my mother died and my father needed help.\u00c2\u00a0 I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know if I ever would’ve come back.\u00c2\u00a0 There are certain things that you just want to leave behind and never return to again.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I pulled into the driveway of the Haynee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s farm and parked off to the left.\u00c2\u00a0 There were four police cars and an ambulance blocking my way further up the driveway.\u00c2\u00a0 It was a warm afternoon and the idea of going into this house to see what had happened was not helping the tacos settle.\u00c2\u00a0 My stomach has turned to iron over the last years, but I had never been this intimate with a victim.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 The scene inside the house was amazing in a macabre way.\u00c2\u00a0 There was blood everywhere.\u00c2\u00a0 Everyone contains well over a gallon and a half of blood in their body.\u00c2\u00a0 The way the wounds were inflicted much of that blood was allowed to leave the bodies and pour over the floor and furniture to create a red tinge to large areas.\u00c2\u00a0 A casual observer would not be able to tell who started what and where it ended, but that is why they call me in.\u00c2\u00a0 There were two officers taking photos and surveying the scene.\u00c2\u00a0 I asked them politely to leave when they were finished with their photography and to not let anyone in until I was finished.\u00c2\u00a0 The officers know I have a different way of working and didn’t mind in the slightest to comply with my request.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 They finished in a short time and left, closing the door behind them.\u00c2\u00a0 I stood there for a while just soaking it in.\u00c2\u00a0 The Haynee house was a simple farm house.\u00c2\u00a0 The front room served as a living room and den.\u00c2\u00a0 There was a TV near the door, an old embroidered couch by the window, and two recliners set up along the back wall.\u00c2\u00a0 The room was still decorated like it was thirty years ago.\u00c2\u00a0 It did not look like Mr. and Mrs. Haynee liked change.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 The bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Haynee had not been removed, and to my trained nose, the smell was getting worse.\u00c2\u00a0 Mr. Haynee was still in his chair and Mrs. Haynee was sprawled face down on the carpet.\u00c2\u00a0 I could tell from the first look that this all happened last night between 9 and 10 pm.\u00c2\u00a0 I didn’t see the bodies of Brenda or Mike.\u00c2\u00a0 The last I had heard, and as I said before in this small town word tends to get around, was that Mike and Brenda were living here because Mike had lost his job.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I wanted to get a look at the whole house to see if there was anything else here that would be relevant.\u00c2\u00a0 I followed a partially bloodied footprint down the hall and found Brenda in the bathroom.\u00c2\u00a0 She was slumped over the tub with her body arranged as if she was leaning over the edge of a boat grabbing at the water, although her head was hanging at an abrupt inhuman angle.\u00c2\u00a0 The blood in this room flowed freely from her body covering the floor and, without the benefit of the carpet to soak it up, started to pool at the entrance.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I made my way upstairs and found Mike in his in-laws bedroom.\u00c2\u00a0 He was lying on the bed with his head pointing toward the foot of the bed.\u00c2\u00a0 The body was positioned on the bed so that his head was dangling off the edge causing his mouth to open in a grotesque smile.\u00c2\u00a0 He was holding onto the murder weapon, a large butcher knife.\u00c2\u00a0 His right index finger was cut off and there was a large gash in his stomach and a stab wound in his neck.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I knew who committed the murders, I knew how it happened, but I still needed to know why.\u00c2\u00a0 Let me fill in the blanks.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 The family was having a normal night at home.\u00c2\u00a0 A nice home cooked meal that Mrs. Haynee was so good at making, and a relaxing night in front of the television.\u00c2\u00a0 Mr. Haynee was drinking a beer, and Mrs. Haynee had settled down in her recliner to knit and sip on her \u00e2\u20ac\u0153medicinal\u00e2\u20ac\u009d bourbon, as I remember her calling it.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike was having a bourbon and water which he left on the coffee table next to the embroidered couch.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Brenda got up to go to the bathroom, and Mike went to the kitchen.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike retrieved the butcher knife and walked out to the living room.\u00c2\u00a0 He killed Mr. Haynee with a stab to the stomach, pulling his blade up as he pulled it out.\u00c2\u00a0 Mrs. Haynee trying to rescue her husband of 47 years got out of her chair only to have Mike slit her throat and break her neck by holding her head up as she fell.\u00c2\u00a0 The weight of her body caused her neck to snap as he held onto her head.\u00c2\u00a0 He then walked down the hall and stabbed his wife, Brenda, five times in the chest.\u00c2\u00a0 She fell backwards to land with one arm over the tub in the position I found her.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Mike then went upstairs, lay on his in-laws bed and opened his stomach and stabbed himself in the throat.\u00c2\u00a0 But where was the finger, and why did he cut it off?<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I found the finger in Brenda and Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bedroom.\u00c2\u00a0 It was inside of a circle made from blood with four dots at the compass points.\u00c2\u00a0 On the wall Mike had written with his bloodied finger \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Eamon is inside, he must be free, freedom can only lead to salvation.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I looked around the room and my eyes fell on the pill bottles on the dresser.\u00c2\u00a0 Mike was taking Glucosamine-Chondrontine for his joints, Viagra for his pleasure and Doxepin for his depression.\u00c2\u00a0 I knew from my medical training that, Doxepin when combined with certain things can cause hallucinations.\u00c2\u00a0 Had Mike been hallucinating all this time, or is he just depressed?\u00c2\u00a0 Was he crazy or possessed?<\/p>\n
At this point I would have been satisfied and called it quits.\u00c2\u00a0 I would have been happy to stop here and go home to my couch and avoided any more interruptions, but something was nagging at me.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 ******<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Once I was finished with my preliminary investigations I informed the Chief of Police and gave some instructions to the two technicians that were assigned to collect the evidence.\u00c2\u00a0 I instructed Officer Tim Willis to work on the first floor taking more pictures and collecting fingerprints of the victims.\u00c2\u00a0 I wanted to make sure the prints matched the murder weapon.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I instructed Officer John Mitchell to begin upstairs with Mike Miller.\u00c2\u00a0 I wanted him to be meticulous and very detailed.\u00c2\u00a0 I told him to take his time and be careful.\u00c2\u00a0 He had only been on the evidence unit for four months.\u00c2\u00a0 He was good, but he was still a little green.\u00c2\u00a0 I wanted to talk to the Chief a little more and then I planned on joining Officer Mitchell upstairs.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 When I came upstairs after talking to the Chief, Officer Mitchell was still photographing the scenes.\u00c2\u00a0 He had collected fingerprints from Mike Miller already and collected the bottles of medication on Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dresser.\u00c2\u00a0 I asked him to bag some books that looked out of character for Mike.\u00c2\u00a0 They pertained to demonology and the occult. I had no idea that Mike was interested in the occult, but I was not surprised when I thought back to the last time I had spoken to him at his wedding.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 When Officer Mitchell finished collecting the books, I would have helped but I was trying to cut down on any contamination and he needed the practice, we turned our attention to Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s finger and the cryptic sign and message.\u00c2\u00a0 I made sure Officer Mitchell took plenty of photographs before we moved anything.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 He prepared a bag for Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s finger that was still in the middle of the cryptic circle.\u00c2\u00a0 As he picked it up he swooned backwards and almost fell over dropping the finger.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you alright,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I guess.\u00c2\u00a0 That was weird,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said with a small chuckle trying to blow the whole thing off.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 He picked the finger up once more and almost fell backwards again, but this time he held onto the finger.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you sure you’re ok?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked again.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know.\u00c2\u00a0 I feel really nauseous.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Something you ate?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think so,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said as he dropped the finger into the bag.\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Holy shit.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0 He was staring out the bedroom door into the other room.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What is it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said as I moved to see what he was seeing.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This may sound weird, but do you see that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said with a slight crack in his voice.<\/p>\n
I did see it and I have no explanation.\u00c2\u00a0 Floating above the body of Mike Miller was a black nebulous form of a man.\u00c2\u00a0 Although the shape of the figure above Mike was vague there was no mistaking the evil expression and red eyes of the apparition.\u00c2\u00a0 The figure began to solidify and a wicked grin formed under the red eyes.\u00c2\u00a0 An arm came up pointing at Officer Mitchell.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the blink of an eye the form shot from above Mike\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body and slammed into Officer Mitchell knocking him to the floor and was gone.\u00c2\u00a0 Officer Mitchell lay on the floor unconscious.\u00c2\u00a0 The bag containing the finger now lay within the circle again.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
I bent down to aid Officer Mitchell and was pushed backward by the energy of the circle as it flared to life and glowed bright red and then burned out without leaving a trace on the carpet, leaving only the message on the wall.<\/p>\n
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