Devil Days

Table of Contents

Devil Days

Devil Days

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Devil Days: Devil Rising | _____________________

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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Other books from this author:

Bottled Up Poems

Holiday Horror

Obsessed with the Kill

Escape from Dreamland

Hide and go to Sleep

Temple of Shadows

Satan Claus

The Jehovah Witness

Silent as Night

I’m TJ Weeks, author of Deadly Mountain, Skin Deep Poems, Bottled Up Poems, Devil Days and High School Zombie.  I’ve been writing since I was a young child. I guess you could say it’s one of my many passions. I also enjoy music. I love to write lyrics and hear the sounds come to life after the product is done. Kind of like my writing, it all starts with a thought of a character, then after a while of writing you get to learn each character as I have. Even though I write novels, I love to write poetry as well. I don’t know if writing will become my career, but I’ll write till the passion runs out. Outside of writing I served eight years in the military. I served one deployment to Iraq. I did vocals for a band for eighteen years. I also enjoy the outdoors and traveling.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Devil Days. Copyright © 2013 by TJ Weeks. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. For information, email tjsspot12@gmail.com

Weeks, TJ

Devil Days/TJ Weeks.- 1st ed.

ISBN-13: 978-1506188799

Title ID: 5249382

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First Edition: September 2013

Devil Days

By TJ Weeks

Chapter 1

As a little girl growing up I have always heard different stories of the Devil. The Devil has always been thought of as this horned beast that rules the underworld better known as Hell. When I was about ten I remember my grandfather telling me the story of the Devil coming up from Hell and possessing little children. The children looked just as normal as you and me, but would always produce the most horrendous of crimes. These children were always little boys. However, legend has it that history will repeat itself and a great evil will be reborn inside a little girl. Some may have heard of these stories from the Sea Scrolls. The only problem with legends is sometimes they’re true.

This is the story of a little girl. A little girl I met during my many years of law enforcement in the small town of Valley Drift. I still remember walking up to that two story house. Most of the shingles were falling off, the windows were cracked or blown out. You could barely see any of the white paint left on the Masonite siding, the once beautiful wraparound porch had a horrible gaping hole in the center, right in front of the white four panel front door and the thick black smoke was still rising from the fire. The sun was as big as I’ve ever seen, as if it was close to touching the earth. It was just starting to rise up over the oak and cedar trees that were charred with smoke still rising from their limbs. It was almost as if God was pointing her out as I walked up and saw her sitting in a wooden swing hanging by two thick brown ropes and held up by the leafless tree surrounded by black crows cawing like a warning of the immediate danger. She was wearing a knee length pastel yellow dress, edged in lace all the way around.  She had a beautifully tied yellow bow in her hair that was covered with what looked to be ashes. Her hands lightly held the ropes and her feet covered with white shiny shoes swinging out of sync with each other.  It was my final case. The one that got away, but the one I’ll never forget.

I was twenty seven years old and had made Sherriff only a year before these events. I can still remember those days. I was a slender one hundred and twenty eight pounds, with shoulder length straight light brown hair with bright blue eyes that could light up the sky. Those were the days. I always had pride putting on my tan and dark brown Sherriff’s uniform and serving my daily duties. I used to stop by the old café, which the sign was so worn you couldn’t make out the lettering on the corners anymore, to pick up coffee for myself and the other officers on my way into work every day. Officer Wade towered over me. He had short black wavy hair with some grey on the sides, a long square chin, but very well built. Officer Day was barely taller than me. He had short black straight hair as well, but was fairly skinny. He was our rookie. Our town’s detective was Detective Richards. He was also known as Detective Unfriendly. He was in his mid-fifties, had short grey hair and balding on top, was about five foot ten inches tall and was pretty chunky. He was known for making messes and better known as the town asshole that the town’s people frowned upon seeing. We would never call him in unless it was mandatory.

What happened to the little girl, grandma?  The impatient little boy asked.

Well hold your horses Timmy. The old lady responded. 

I have to know grandma. Little Timmy stated. 

Well just like every story if you want to know the end, you must first start from the beginning. The old lady said while smiling at his innocence.

The old lady stood up from her old timey wooden rocking chair as she walked into the red trimmed two bedroom one bath house. As the old lady returned, she returned with some old worn and tattered journals. 

Sit down and we’ll start from the beginning. The lady told Timmy. 

He quickly pulled up an old fold out metal chair that was leaning against the railing of  the creaking porch.

Chapter 2

It was the spring of nineteen seventy eight when Mrs. Patterson was heading home from town with her two daughters Judith and Lilith. No one really knows how it happened. Maybe it was a deer that ran out; maybe she swerved to miss a person, another car coming into her lane. We may never know, but when I came on scene their white four-door BMW was flipped upside down in the middle of the two lane highway. Mrs. Patterson was barely holding onto her life, but was tightly clinching Judith with her life and staring at Lilith in what looked like fear. Judith was already dead from what looked like deep and bloody lacerations to her neck and her face was mildly sunk in as if her head went out the window during the car rolling over. There wasn’t a scratch on Lilith. Their mom Teresa died before the ambulance got on scene. Her lung had been punctured by a piece of glass.

Lilith had just turned six years old that year. Her sister Judith was going to turn ten and her mother Teresa had turned thirty one earlier that year. Those girls were the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Long golden blonde hair, beautiful baby blue eyes, they were always smiling with perfect teeth most would die for and were always wearing the most gorgeous long lacey dresses that Mrs. Patterson would make for them.

I grew up with Teresa and her husband Jasper. When we were young we used to make jokes calling her Mother Teresa. As the rest of us would get ourselves into trouble, she always seemed she could do no wrong. I remember seeing her pregnant with Judith and making statements that it must be a baby Jesus. I kind of always figured she would have been a nun growing up. Then she met Jasper. Oh how everyone wanted Jasper. He stood a manly six feet one inches tall, huge broad shoulders, beautiful black hair, blue eyes and a smile that could make you melt. He had a sense of humor that attracted everyone. He was very easy going, but could be mean and stern when needed to be. The first time I ever saw him cry is when I showed up at their home with Lilith to break the news over Teresa and Judith. He pulled Lilith close to him and just let out every tear within himself.

"I still remember it like it was yesterday. Jasper quickly jumped back staring at Lilith after it appeared she whispered something in his ear. He looked up at me, put Lilith down and quickly ran into the house leaving Lilith and myself on the porch. When he came back out he was holding their son Jeffery and a small blue diaper bag. 

Where are Teresa and Judith? He questioned.

They’re having lab work done. I answered.

I’ve got to see them. He cried.

I’m sorry Jasper, but we’re working on trying to find out what happened. As soon as the bodies are released I promise I’ll come personally to let you know. I tried to explain.  He then looked back at Lilith.

I’ve got to call her family....I’ve got to call mine. He mumbled confused overlapping his words seeming to not know where to start. 

Just calm down and call your family. I’ll make some calls to Teresa’s. I had told him.  He agreed and walked back into the house.

"It was the end of my shift and I still had not heard anything back from the lab. Our lab techs usually got back to us within a few hours. I had started heading home from the station when I got the call. 

Sherri, we need you to come down to the lab. The lab tech stated uneasy. 

"Why? What’s