Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

I smiled even with a heavy heart. *** “Are you sure this is the place?” I asked Amelia who had the address and the picture on her phone as I looked at the property from the window of the SUV. “Yes. This is the one. 135th Homer.” “Dane, did you get the body count?” I waited for him to reply to our comm. “Yes. At least six heads in the living. Two in one of the rooms in the south. Two men at the back. Two in the front, one in the kitchen.”

This time, I leaned toward Adam, suddenly interested in whatever he had to say. “What has? I’m sorry, I might as well have been living under a book.” “You definitely have,” Adam said as his voice took on a more serious note. “Twelve people were killed just several weeks ago.” “What?” I gasped. “It might be more. Every week, old corpses are found, and there are still family members missing.” “What happened to them?”

I only smiled bitterly as I knew that would be my end. Brandon would only say ‘no’ to all my requests. Every police officer was put on the same case. The resources were pulled to investigate this drug dealer. They finally spotted the drug dealers’ whereabouts on a boat that was planning to leave the country. They had managed to capture ten drug dealers. Brandon had already almost gone insane. After the truth was revealed, Olivia had disappeared with Jack. Lucy could not accept the fact that I was dead. She got an aneurysm from being too upset about it and was admitted to the ICU.

They examined her body and let out the sad news. “She is dead, sir.” Alpha Cillian watched in horror as she was taken out in a cadaver bag as well. “Sadly, that’s what’s been going on for the past three days, Alpha. More than 40 people have died only this morning. The people can longer isolate in their homes while the deaths are on the rise,” Theo informed. “Let’s head to the mortuary, now!” Upon getting there, Alpha Cillian demanded to speak with the team in charge of autopsies.

I said. “That’s a good idea. And that will help if vampires get past the front line.” Dad said. “That’s what I was thinking. They might have a chance to protect their families.” I said. I started hacking into another site which belonged to the FBI and I got my hands on the crime scene photos. I sat there scrolling through them and I printed them out and all of the reports from the crime scene. “Apparently 4500 people were killed and there are 300 teens and people in their 20’s that are missing.” Dad said.

“I checked the surveillance outside the Jefferson Residence. They left at 1:00 am with two large suitcases.” Mable frowned. ‘Did they flee overnight because I’m still alive, and they’re afraid I’ll take revenge on them?’ “Send someone to the airport to check. Bring them to me even if they run to the ends of the earth!” “Understood!” Not long after she hung up, Amos knocked on the door and walked in. “Madam…” Amos wanted to say something else but was hesitant. Mable raised her eyebrow. “What’s the matter?” “I just watched the news. Mr. and Mrs. Snyder died in a car accident early this morning.”

“I have a theory on why you didn’t pass out.” My attention was grabbed at Shannon’s words. It seemed I lingered on everything people said, wanting a distraction from my own thoughts. I would rather think about anything else, just to get the image of Caroline wiped from my mind. “What’s that?” I murmured, watching a small beetle as it climbed the thick stem of a sunflower. “Well at your Birthday Gala ten men lost their lives.” Shannon recounted, “And last night was one.” “You think it has to do with the number of people I kill?” I couldn’t help the contempt that filled my words.

Mike kept mute. " Your silence means a no. So, why? Most of the time, we do not take necessary measures to stop evil until whatever danger it is that is out there comes at us. That is the case with you. " He paused. " I am a lieutenant in the Philadelphia police department. You think you are the only one affected? My wife died two years ago, leaving me with our kids. Tonight, two out of the three kids have been confirmed dead!" The words hit Mike and everyone there. " You lost them?" Mike asked in a low tone.

"But then the deaths started." "The healers who delivered the twins." "Doctor Reeves. Heart attack a week after the birth. Nurse Carla died in a house fire two weeks later. Healer Morris drowned three weeks after that. Margery the mid-wife had a car accident." She counted them off on her fingers. "Four people dead within two months. All connected to the same night. To the same birth." "People noticed."

The faint noise of snapping twigs or creaking leaves followed me all the way to the Quabbin, ceased for as long as I lingered there, and came back with me to the Manor. I was sure it was the ghosts of at least two children, and that threw me off. There had been some infant deaths in the Blotter family, like in any other family, especially before vaccines became widely available. But I had found nothing about children dying in the Manor old enough to walk and run around.