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"Eric Watson," Philip said in a low, smoky voice. Eric wasn't intimidated by his strong build and daring eyes, but the fact he said his full name without it being a question knocked his confidence. It was like he knew he was coming. "What might you be doing here?"

"Do you remember my mother?" Eric asked, walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. A scratching started to scrape along the door, but those inside ignored it. "Her name was Claire Watson."

"I do remember her," Philip answered, looking at his client in a disapproving fashion. "But now is not the time or place."

"Unless you want everyone to know what you did, I suggest you do yourself a favour and don't speak to me like I'm a child," Eric threatened. He didn't care that a third person was in the room and had nothing to do with the current topic. Philip smiled.

"Jerry, how about you go outside and we'll discuss the contracts in the car, there's just one or two you need to sign." He put his hand on Jerry's back and showed him to the door. Eric moved out of the way, now standing beside the window. Philip opened the door for Jerry before he had a chance to reply and pushed him out. He calmly closed the door. He turned back to Eric, fiddling with a button on his suit's jacket. "Why couldn't this have waited for a better time?"

"If you found out the person who killed your mother was just down the road, would you just sit at home and read a book?" Eric's sarcasm brought a smirk to Philip's face. "Or would you do what I'm doing and confront the bastard?"

"I would go with option two," Philip laughed. Obviously he wasn't worried about Eric's presence. "Who told you I killed your mother?"

"Your daughter, Tiffany," Eric replied. He eyed a couple of boxes close to the door where Philip stood. A baseball bat lay beside the boxes. "Yeah, your own daughter knows you're a murderer." Eric slyly began moving in a circle towards Philip, hoping he would mirror his movements so he could reach the bat. Unfortunately, Philip wanted dominance near the exit. "She told me where you were."

"And I wonder how she found out," Philip retorted, edging closer to the boxes. Eric stopped immediately. "I didn't tell her I was here, and I certainly didn't tell her what happened to your mother. I certainly had a relationship with Claire, but how did she find out about that?"

"Are you denying it?" Eric tried to keep Philip's focus on him, but he seemed to have taken a liking to the baseball bat himself when he began extending his arm. "How could you kill her?"

Philip grabbed the bat and gave Eric an intense look. He opened his mouth to speak.

A huge bang in the hallway shook the wall. Philip turned in shock and backed away from the door. Eric thought he was having a heart attack and almost fell over. The vibrations rumbled through the floorboards. Philip secured a firm grip on the bat as the small earthquake began to subside. Philip headed to the door. Eric didn't interfere, and instead followed his lead. Something caused the funhouse to tremble.

Philip pulled the door open with ease and then stood outside, facing the direction of the stairs. He gasped. "What are you?"

A screech familiar to Eric erupted from an unknown source in the hallway. Philip yelled and raised the bat, as something flashed in front of Eric's eyes and took Philip out of sight. Eric's fear magnified at the sight of what seemed to be a monster-man hybrid taking Tiffany's father out of sight with such force. Another earthquake followed.

On regaining his balance, Eric stepped into the hallway and looked to his right. On the floor, he could hear Philip's screams as the larger-than-man demon rose its talons in the air and brought them down on Philip repetitively, slashing his body and splashing blood on both walls.

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