Infested

Infested: Part 4

He remembered his mom vaguely speaking about him. She abruptly said one thing: he had killed himself. That's all he knew.

According to the material that was read earlier at the library, that's how most curses get started – a tortured spirit wanting to undo his, or their maddening and chaotic descend; perhaps he wanted help.

He won't ever really know that for sure, but knew he needed to protect his love ones, today.

Brady's nor his moms' actions were not his past, but of their own making. This would end by nightfall.

Looking back over everything laying spread out in front of him; there was another piece of the puzzle hidden beneath a few more random family pictures: some pages that looked as if they had been ripped from an older, yellowing book.

The questionable pages held a few more burning unanswered enquiries; ones to which he may have wanted to keep unknown.

He finally understood the reason why his mom made this piece; she was intending to help appease Brady's restless soul and bring it to peace, just after his untimely death.

She engraved the Talmadge name along with the incantation for pacifying the recently deceased onto the thin metal. The only problem with the things she had underlined was that she never actually put this piece where it was meant to be; it looked as though she had only recently learned how the defixione really worked giving the date written onto last piece of paper; one week before she died.

"Oh... mom." Henry moaned. "He got to you before you could stop him!"

She had Sunny place it a few inches above his grave site, to keep Brady's spirit there; to protect them or Henry himself, but in doing so, inadvertently opened the doors even wider. To her own demise, she had forgotten to place the full name onto the piece as well. Meaning that the name was too vague to give his soul any kind of peaceful means, or to wherever it was meant to go.

With her out of the way; and Henry ignorant enough to take it even out of the yard; every Talmadge after Brady's death had been able to leave if they had in fact died of some sort of tragic or shortened lifespan.

Henry may be the last of his bloodline; but the scribbled wording had the opposite effect as they all were free to do as they pleased with this no longer near the yard; to have revenge for being bound to this yard for so long.

Vengeful or malevolent spirits wreaking havoc would be just as much on him than solely on his mother. He must get it back to that yard but first he must fix the mistake; place the full name of the intended spirit onto the metal.

4:30 P.M.

"Andrew, I know you are worried and with all the crap that's being going on lately... just know that my life never started until the day I laid my eyes on you." His crackled a bit, wanting to keep any emotion from pouring unconditionally through the voicemail. "I need you... I miss you... I love you, always." With that last word, he couldn't hold much of a voice as he pressed the end call on his smart phone.

Do this for him; for them. This isn't supposed to be their problem, let alone, his – but here he sat at the gates of the Ward Memorial Park.

With a sigh and silent prayer being made he grabbed two things: a shovel and the newly adapted piece. He had brought it back home – where it should have been all these years; perhaps his mother would've stayed longer if this had been done properly years ago. But all that must be forgiven, as all has been laid out in a clear path up to this point; everything happens for reason, right?

"Here we go." He exhaled.

6:00 P.M.

An hour of digging and digging till he felt that the shovel could've hit Beijing's bottom; he finally hit a pine box.