“Who are you?” she asked, wondering if the girl was some kind of guide to help her get used to being dead.Tabatha laughed, easily seeing the thoug...ht in the strange girl’s mind.“You’re not dead,” she explained. “You would have been, but I’m protecting your chair.”“Protecting my chair?” Sally asked, wondering what she meant. She looked around the lightning filled darkness. After a moment, she realized that she could see rain falling above her, but it was bouncing off of some clear surface that. Although I'd been banished from the room the location of the bbq on the deck meant I would be staring directly back into their direction through the open screen doors. And what a sight it was. With Faye kneeling between my mother's spread legs she poured out a dollop of creme into the palm of her hand and began applying it to Heather's inner thighs. The sizzle of the steaks on the bbq reflected how hot the scene playing out before me was. Faye's massaging neared my mother's underwear. "Pull. Three. Voices. Young voices. Seven young men sit in a booth at the dark end of the diner. No cuts. No bruises. No fear. Just sitting in nice clothes, talking about money. Owner comes out. Half-expect him to look like counselor from school, but never get that lucky. Never that clean. Owner looks familiar, though. Figure out why. Reminds me of Gacey. Reminds me of child-molesters. Probably psychological. Expect certain things from case like this. Expect single, white male age 24 to 35 abducting. On wings of ice, with hearts of frost. . . they came to conquer where hope was lost. With fury unleashed, they brought the beast . . . It answered the call and rode to feast. The shadows alive, how could they fight . . . Against those that came and destroyed them light. Prologue. The world as we knew it didn't end with fire, nor did it end with brimstone. It died with a whimper, on its knees in the cold, with a bag over its head. The Bible says God created the world in seven days. What gets.