Chapter Two #2
She sighed as she finished her second slice of pizza, wiped her mouth, and picked up her glass of wine to cradle in her hands.
“The trial was a frenzy of media from all over the country. In the end, the victims were returned to their homes, the adult males were sentenced to life in prison.” She looked at Sally with a grin.
“I remember, I was only thirteen at the time, but I remember walking up to him and saying that being a night demon was a hell of a lot better than being a sick fuck like he was. I used those words. Then I looked him dead in the eye and told him that if he hadn’t thought he was superior than everyone else just because of a name, then no one would have found out his secret.
See, I also had to testify as to why I did the research I did, what led me to the conclusion that things weren’t right.
I also let him know that this night demon will be in his thoughts every night for the rest of his life and that all his new roommates will teach him what it’s like to be a pedophile in a maximum security prison. ”
“Jesus, Lil, that took a lot of balls.”
“Yes, it did. The day I turned eighteen, he asked to see me. I went there with the cop I had originally told my story to. I just wanted to see how the previous five years had treated the guy. I think it was morbid curiosity.” She grinned and sipped her wine.
“I wasn’t disappointed. The guy was sick, I mean like he had HIV, something he got while in prison, and it was eating him from the inside out.
He wanted to tell me that I lived up to my name, because he didn’t dream of me every night, he had gut wrenching, screaming nightmares of me so badly that he was put in the mental ward of the hospital.
He just wanted to ask my forgiveness so he could get some rest. I know this next part was cruel of me, but I still feel the same way.
I told him that I would never forgive him for trying to act superior over the female race by kidnapping, raping, and enforcing his misguided beliefs on poor innocent children.
I told him that whatever hell he’s living through in the prison was only a tenth of what he will endure in his afterlife.
I told him I had a personal connection to Lucifer, and he was waiting for him to arrive after his body on earth succumbed to the disease.
Like I said, it was mean and cruel of me, but I couldn’t see forgiving him just because he thought he had paid enough penance for what he had done to over two dozen children over the years.
To this day, deep in my heart, I still believe that he wasn’t sorry for what he did.
There was something in his expression that enjoyed telling me what he had done to those children.
I knew he wasn’t sorry, so I didn’t give him the one thing he wanted, my forgiveness. ”
The two women were silent for several moments before Sally shivered and shook her head in wonder.
“Damn, I know it sounded cold when you told me you wouldn’t forgive him, but I can see you saying it.
I for one will be the first one to tell you that I do not think for one instant that you are like what your name tries to portray.
You are not a night demon, you are the most joyous person I have ever met. ”
“Thank you.” They picked up their meal, refilled their glasses, and settled back in their seats.
“With that out of the way, I have to say that I saw evil in that man from the day I met him. Oh, and his name was Merril Wilson. He died three years after he asked to speak with me, and I never even went to his funeral. The papers tried to reopen the case by hounding me and I gave one interview. I said on live television, that if the media wants to portray pure evil as a newsworthy segment, then the interviewers, TV stations, and newspapers were no better than that man was. I refused to give him a name.”
“Good for you. How did that go over?”
“I found out later, it wasn’t live, they lied to me, and not one newspaper, radio, or TV station aired it. They said it was better not to dig up the past.”
“Good.”
“Okay, you asked me why I liked going to these paranormal spots. I can’t give a definitive answer. Like I said, I knew pure evil, and I’ve seen and actually enjoy the local haunted houses. However, I get a different feeling when I visit the sites I do.”
“What type of feeling?”
“I feel that most of them are misguided spirits that are trying to get their true story told, and can’t pass over until people know the truth.” She shrugged and shook her head. “Like I said, it’s a different feeling.”
“Wow, I never thought of something like that.”
“I know, a lot of places I go to, I see on those TV shows I like. I like to research the ‘spirits’ before I go, and if I feel a presence while I’m there, I ask questions I encounter in my research.
I’m not saying I’m a medium, or I can talk to them, but sometimes, I feel as if they have been either put to rest, or moved on. ”
They sat there, lost in their own thoughts for several minutes before they settled in and decided to watch a TV show.
This was one that Sally had been talking to Lil at work about, and by the time it was time to call it a night, Lil invited Sally to spend the night, and they both continued to binge watch where normal people were transformed into other characters by simple makeup tricks.