Sinners Row

Chapter 2 - The Cult Next Door

The rest of her day at the hospital had gone by as being very uneventful, and she was pretty much dead on her feet by the time that 8 p.m. had arrived. Grabbing her purse and her coat, she left the hospital and went to the parking garage, and then pulled her keys from her pants pocket of her Hello Kitty scrubs and unlocked her black Kia Soul, got in and cranked up the vehicle, closed the door and then drove away from the center of her annoyance.

About halfway down the road, she heard her stomach grumbled and she knew that she needed to stop somewhere for supper. Seeing a Hardee's nearby, she pulled up through the drive-thru and started trying to figure out what she wanted to eat. Once figuring out her order she considered buying something for her husband Derrick. But, she knew that he would more than likely grab something when he got off a 12 p.m. tonight, so, she didn't worry with it.

After ordering her food and paying for it, Rachel pulled out her phone and started playing a game as she waited several minutes for her meal to arrive. Once the worker brought her bag of food, she placed her phone down in center console and took the bag of food and thanked the employee before driving back to her house.

Once at home, she parked her SUV in the driveway of her house and turned off the vehicle and grabbed her food and keys and placed her purse on her shoulder and then got out of the SUV, slamming the door closed behind her and walked to her front door and unlocked it and went inside.

The house was dark and silent, almost creepy in a way. Shaking off the feeling, Rachel took her keys out of the front door and pocketed them and then turned on the living room light and closed the door behind her and went into the kitchen and placed her bag of food on the counter and then went into the bedroom and threw her purse on the king-sized bed and grabbed a clean change of clothes and went into the bathroom to wash the days stress from her tired body.

Finished with her shower, Rachel got out and wrapped herself in a soft towel and started running her fingers through her long, wet light brown hair. She winced when her fingers would hit a knot every once in a while, but, quickly got over that and grabbed a hair dryer from underneath the sink counter and plugged it in and dried her hair, and then dried herself off and changed into some clean clothes.

Finally feeling refreshed she went into the kitchen and plated her hot ham and cheese sandwich, fries and drink and went into the living room and sat down on the couch and turned the tv on and flipped through the channels until she found something interesting to watch. She sat there in peace eating her meal, trying not to reflect on how crappy her day it went. In fact, she wanted to forget all about it.

She finished off her food and then got up and threw her trash away and came back and sat back down on the couch and relaxed underneath a blanket that was on the couch and sat there and passed out and went to sleep. However, two hours into her nap she was woken by the sound of the small clock that was sitting on the fireplace mantle. Quickly, she sat up on the couch and threw the blanket that was covering her to the other side of the couch and walked over to the front door, locked it and turned off the living room light and went to the bedroom and crawled into the bed and turned off the lamp and went to sleep.

However, about 30 minutes into her sleep, she heard the sound of loud chanting and saw a couple of red-lighted torches pass by her bedroom window. Feeling curious about what was going on she got out of the bed and went over to the window and pulled at the blinds a bit and could see that the dark figures were going into the old gothic cemetery that was across the street from her house.

The sight of the huge crowd of people in black robes worried her a bit and she muttered out loud to herself. "What the f**k is going on?" She said and then slipped on a pair of slippers and then ran outside her house to get a better look at what was going on.

As she made it to the gates of the old cemetery, she could see the dark robed figures standing in front of an old mausoleum that belonged to one of the most prominent families in Charleston. Feeling a bit bolder, Rachel quietly moved to the side of another mausoleum and peered around it only to see two of the robed figures drawing something in the dirt in front of the Benton family mausoleum and could also a tall man standing on the steps of the mausoleum who looked very familiar.

Continuing to watch she watched as the man raised his hands up in the air and then yelled out to all of the people who were with him and said. "MY CHILDREN! WE HAVE GATHERED HERE ON THIS LOVELY FULL MOON NIGHT TO OFFER A SACRIFICE TO OUR FATHER SATAN."

Rachel gasped when she heard the man speak, she knew exactly who that voice belonged to. It was Miguel the man she had treated earlier today, for some injuries that he had. The same arrogant son of a b***h who had pinched her ass. She wanted to flee the scene that she was witnessing. But, something was telling her to stay put. So, she did.

As she moved her foot and tried to quietly creep closer, she heard Miguel yell out again, and this time his arm was wrapped around the shoulder of a young man who looked to be around 25, and then said to his followers. "TONIGHT, MY CHILDREN, WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT. THIS YOUNG MAN RIGHT HERE HAS OFFERED HIMSELF AS A SACRIFICE. SO, THAT WE MAY STRENGTHEN OURSELVES IN SATAN'S POWER!"

Fear quaked her body when she heard him say that. She was in between a mixture of confusion, worry, and fear. She was still confused as to what was unfolding before her. She was worried about what was going to happen to the young man and Rachel feared for her safety.

As she continued to watch the scene unfold she watched as the young man was led over by two robed figures to whatever had been drawn in front of the mausoleum and then told to lie down and then watched as he was stripped bare, and then watched as a woman removed her hood and then kissed the young man on the lips.

Immediately after the two were finished with their kiss, Rachel watched as Miguel gave an eerie smile and then pulled a knife from his robe and then slowly walked down the steps and stopped in front of the young man and said. "JASPER! ARE YOU READY TO GIVE YOUR LIFE TO OUR ONE TRUE GOD?!"

The young man nodded his head and replied. "YES! I'M READY. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE. PLEASE DO WITH ME AS YOU WILL!"

As soon as he uttered those words, Rachel watched as Miguel got down on his knees and then clutched the sharp knife handle in both hands and then lifted it in the air and then sank the knife down into the man's chest. The sounds of the man's gargled screams of agony as Miguel continued to stab the young man several more times filled the night air until all was completely quiet.

Once Miguel was finished with the deed and stood up, Rachel could see that he was covered in blood. The sight brought chills down her body and she wanted to scream as loud as she possibly could. But, she kept quiet knowing that if she screamed then she would be exposed.

She then watched as Miguel dropped the knife and then raised his arms in the air and screamed. "THE DEED IS FINALLY DONE, MY CHILDREN! NOW FEEL THE POWER THAT IS SATAN."

The crowd then wailed and screamed at the top of their lungs and chanted words that Rachel didn't understand.

Feeling the need to get out of there, Rachel quickly ran back towards her house. But, as she did Miguel spotted her figure fleeing and then said aloud to himself. "You can run my innocent little lamb. But, you can never hide from me. It may not be today, but, one day I will have you as mine forever." He said and laughed an evil laugh.