Case Closed **** Chapter One Hundred Seven

The sound of footsteps were so loud, I began to feel dizzy and loosened the neck of the Chloe babydoll dress I'd worn. I hadn't understood the sudden bout with claustrophobia, it had promptly and abruptly set in, I'd felt close to unconsciousness. What had the symbols been written in, they glowed on the walls!? The alphabet, perfectly and neatly written, each physical characteristic and pattern flawlessly mimicking each of its kind, as if it had been typed. The book itself had had no copyright. One who had written it had to have been filled with an immoral portion.

The words on the wall, I understood them without wonder, what had Mama done to me? Daddy had known! He was a product of her chicanery, her greed had damned us all. He'd simply loved her, she'd turned him to a beast.

The footsteps grew louder, and as if someone had caught the terrified cries muffling them before letting go, the sound from my mouth would delay but then sound into my own ears and nowhere else. SOMEONE HAD TO HELP ME! I screamed for Kerri without result. Only the water and footsteps could be heard more enhanced than relatively possible. Incomprehensible heat filled the space that had become much smaller, the bookshelves had turned and connected on all four sides and formed a room again---within a room against the back wall. I was looking at the context on the back of all three shelves. I shined the light and saw no one else, but the breath of another presence could be felt. I was tripping.

Their translations were frightening! My child would be the 5th son, I thought back to the sermons, he'd made me pay close attention each time. He would teach about Jacob's son Dan, the 5th son.

The book of Judges labeled him the black sheep.

The fourth son---the unaware child, there were also they that were born of like images, it had been survival of the fittest, the three I had carried. Had they all been predicted? Even the dream---2 Kings 9:30.

What had she done, again---who the fuck had Mama prayed to?!

The heat had begun to intensify, the climate became damp as if it was beginning to rain---inside, however, there was no evidence of moisture.

The fourth son was to be born with feet resembling a duck---Beelzebubs mark.

Jezebel's demon.

It was prophecy, I could not fathom what i read in the context on the walls!

Daddy had casted out many demons by name, but where had they gone, he was not capable and full of sin! I'd witnessed a ceremony---I remembered the child, his mother had desperately come in the middle of the night. Mama was furious! The lady had cried and pleaded for help! Against Mama's will, he had laid hands on the child and cast out the demon, but he never lext. He wasn't pure enough to get rid of it.

The dress I wore was becoming clammy against my skin, the heat seemed to rise from where I stood. I needed to save the light, the battery on the phone would soon die. Why had Trenton so quickly painted the shed? What had he thought I saw?

I now understood, her soul granted his desires.

I knew I would soon pass out, someone had to know I was inside! Panting for air and noticing the 3 D movement of the snake I frantically felt the backs of the shelves for a button hoping for a way out, WHERE WAS KERRI! All I could see were the symbols, and they seemed to be engraved into the expensive wood, they casted shadows as the light shone against them. As I moved so had the shadows, was this some sort of sanctuary?

I was so afraid I forgot how pray to God. There was a disturbance inside my womb, I wondered if it had been turmoil or something more dreadful, had he rejoiced? I pictured the albino child, "He is what he looks like, a snake," Troy had said.

There were passages on the wall to my right about giants---Nephilim---where had I read about them? Had it been a dream? Underneath was another passage, I'd translated it to read, "they were the sons of God, and the daughters of men."

The angels had fallen and procreated with earthly women, they had given birth to the giants.

Genesis 6

My earthly insight had to become spiritual if I wanted to survive inside the paradox I was trapped in, everything written had been clearly misinterpreted, the Biblical meanings were misconstrued. My aptitude of reasoning informed me what I witnessed had been designed and not written, the walls contemptuously lampooned my grasp of the hallowed scriptures I had been taught and derided my better judgement!

Influenced Biblically I contradicted the text, even though I was sure the 4th child had already come. It had been important to Daddy that I learned the Word of God. He'd surely been a skeptic in the end.

I beat against the walls, becoming weaker, I felt like a sacrifice. Daddy had tried to save me somehow, the man in the peacoat, I never saw his face. Had he known what Mama had done? I was being tormented in the worst way, I'd tried to end it all many times! All I could hear was my heart vibrating inside my ears and the water, had I really heard footsteps? I sat down against the wall to keep from falling down, my belly felt heavier than before. I hadn't known whether to turn off the light or leave it on---the context would glow on its own in the dark but cast dark shadows in the light.

This was a travesty of my existence.

The walls read,"The Weighing of Souls." A depiction of the archangel holding scales was alongside the text, it represented being weighed to judge the fate of the deceased. Was I being punished for my sins? Thoroughly comprehensive, the walls read my ill fated past, and predicted things subsequent to come to pass, and take place because it was written.

Was this power?

Spiritual warfare had taken on a whole new meaning, and this was as far fetched as I could imagine, but when giving spiritual insight on worldly things taking place there was more evil than good. We were being controlled by an entity from either perspective. I'd pitied the fool, but Daddy had taken it to the extreme and Mama had indulged, but had yet to see the luxuries of life, it was all in vain. She had created the chaos and that bitch would suffer! I hadn't even been given a chance. I vowed then to take breath from her nostrils.

This was not normal but explained why I had never been. Only one had taught me right, but I couldn't take heed when he also taught me wrong, weren't his intentions good?

The air I breathed would soon be gone! I could not live sealed inside, nor could my child. I stood back to my feet, were the instructions to get out on the wall? The more I read, the more was revealed, I'd known why my son was born covered in red hair---with 6 fingers on each hand. I worried for Twalla, the ear infections hadn't seemed normal. Deeper I was falling into a trance, overwhelmed by the past, I had been setup. I'd seen the number eleven amongst the text numerous times and knew what it signified, it was a master number and represented leadership, optimism, and initiative. Resourcefulness, capabilities, ambition were properties of the number ---true. Nonetheless, Biblically it was a symbol of evil, he hadn't disclosed that factor. It often constituted enigma, unsystematic inferences, and was considered to be the symbol of deficiency. It exemplified judgement and disorder.

They who were inadequate revered the competence it bestowed, it hadn't been difficult for the flawed to become powerful, they sought power the most, what had been Christy's flaw?

My edification had been granted, freely but at another's discretion. Mama's face would be eaten by dogs, while she lay in her fine fabrics.

Evil had many faces and numbers didn't lie.

I could not breathe, the footsteps could be felt on the other side of the cubicle, the stride---the pace had been rhythmic and metrical, someone was there and they had to have known I was inside. I began to plead but could not tell if they spake. I was blacking out, it reminded me of the seizures, but without the convulsions. I would die, was this punishment? The translations began to take formation and the words floated upward. According to the wall I'd given birth to all abnormalities---the first son had known too much.

I pleaded continuously, and waited for the shelves to separate---yet I wasn't sorry, I needed to know! How else would I have known what demon had birthed me!

"Codex Gigas" was inscribed at the bottom of a passage, below Leah was mentioned. The Bible had mentioned her eyes, they were as my sister's---but she was considered to be a matriarch. She'd born unto Jacob 6 sons.

I'd heard of the Codex Gigas, it was considered to be The Devil's Bible, it's origin, unknown. The name Codex Gigas simply meant "giant book."

It's context was disparate in relation to any other and it was said that a picture of the devil himself was among the illustrations---the book could be found in Stockholm Sweden.

The world I had been trapped inside had not allowed me to be normal in no shape form or fashion, neither would my children ever be. I would see evil in my second son---Trenton had tried to convince me I suffered from postpartum depression. Ryella's skills for deception had increased, the daughter of Belial---one of the fallen angels.

I noted the translation, John 8:44.

Twan had not had the symbol. The urge was strong to exhume his remains, as it had been with Terrell's.

I had to undress, I felt as if I was melting! Cadently, the footsteps continued.

Someone was there! My deaf cries were ignored and unheard to myself as well as to the presence on the other side.

I tried to remember the Lord's prayer unsuccessfully---why would it come and go? Wasn't I worthy of redemption? I was a calculating killer and knew why I could not remember, the prayer had never been sincere, it was rehearsed. How could it have been when Daddy had taken it so lightly himself!?

I looked upward and spake to the serpent, I crawled on the floor, the sweat poured from my pores. At once the symbols connected from the angle in which I laid, and formed a pyramid in the middle of the floor that appeared to be a hologram but the writing remained on the walls.

What had he built and why had Troy even mentioned it? I questioned his innocence as well. The shelves had surrounded and enclosed me, but my wisdom was greater than before. I hadn't asked to see! I was not prepared!

How was I entitled? What did I have to do to save my children?

Had the prophecy not mentioned me being absolved!?

My grandfather had to have disowned my father, he'd known what Martin stood for. That only meant Trenton knew him and their encounter had been personal---

I fought unconsciousness but laid lifelessly in the middle of the floor.

What did they want? Apparently I had power already.

The pink stone Mrs. McNamara had worn for protection, the dream had shown me.

How many days had gone by, I wondered? My eye was sealed and crusted over when I awakened and I hadn't felt the weight of my child, in a panic I painlessly sat up and felt my belly. He was still inside, but I felt hollow.

Kie stood beside the bed with the stethoscope, "U were passed out, and haven't awakened since we arrived, I've monitored your breathing and vitals to ensure safety of The Son."

Bitch, what?

"I'm just fine---where was I, I mean---I, the nap."

"Yes, u were rather tired, and have been in bed for three days. The holidays are approaching, please do---stay with us, we will be happy to continue to meet your needs."

WHERE WAS KERRI?

I tried to get out of bed and noticed I'd worn something different from what I had before I passed out---in the Library.

Who had come in and rescued me, I felt as if I would die inside! I'd been so frightened, I'd prayed, hadn't I! I'd prayed to somebody, did I remember the Lord's prayer? Who'd answered the prayer? I was indebted!

"Stay put, your feet will not allow u to walk."

I uncovered and inspected them, they were humongous! I'd never experienced a case of preeclampsia as I had during that pregnancy.

"U are different from most, the luxury does not impact your judgement, u prefer knowledge asSabrina had. Not too much entitlement for the mistress' daughter." Her laughter disturbed me deeply, what had she to do with it?

There was so much I hadn't known, I looked at Twan now with my mind's eye.

Why had I somehow remembered dreaming about the day I killed Goat?

I'd even dreamt about the prison nurse.

I knew I could not stay at the home, my feet were throbbing as I reached for the floor with my toes. I looked at the phone, Troy had not called. My heart plummeted at the realization, where was he?! The uneasy feeling told me he was in danger! There was no one I could call, Von was dead! I needed to talk to him about the bookcases!

I'd known I wasn't fucking crazy, I passed out in the Library, how had I got in bed? The mint julep tea glass sat on the nightstand half empty, Kie referred to it as half full and asked me to drink for the child. I refused and climbed from bed. I needed to wash my face so I could see.

I'd taken mental inventory of my belongings, she hadn't mentioned me being found passed out but spoke on the incident as if I'd laid down and taken a nap---had I? Was I---dreaming?

No, It was real and I had to leave the home, I felt delusional but could hear! I could now hear! I just wanted my children, I could make them normal! I could do it all alone!

Angrily, I requested my privacy. After being offended by the tone of my voice she left out, I looked at my eye in the camera on the phone, it was crimson---I imagined being without an eye. The scar on my forehead was now more noticeable than before.

I decided I would get in Kerri's car and drive to Metairie before going to Mississippi, I missed Nikki but hated disloyal bitches. I considered maybe she deserved a chance...NOT!

Kerri would soon feel my wrath as well. Her role had become apparent, she had been the closest to The First Son.

I remembered Nathaniel's warning, I texted him and told him I would meet him anywhere! I just needed to know what I was up against for the sake of his grandchildren.

An hour later he texted back and said meeting him was too risky, but to leave the home immediately---"U have never met evil of that caliber."

He mentioned Trenton and then texted, "Go into your brother's wife, marry her and raise up an heir to thy brother."

The passage sounded familiar from Genesis but as it went on, he'd disobeyed God and emitted onto the ground---the heir would not be his own. Had Trenton married me as an experiment?

I would feel Kie's presence as she passed back and forth by the door, I sat back down trembling with fear and had not inquired about Martin's whereabouts. Why had I felt unprotected now? I had no strength to even prepare to leave! The craving for grapes would not subside, and as if she'd sensed my condition Kie entered the room and sat down a platter filled with grapes. I would not eat. "Drink the tea for the child to remain pure, white as snow. Blinded by light he will be but keen in darkness."

Had she referenced him being Albino? I would kill this bitch.

She smirked as if she I heard my thoughts, I now felt somewhat exposed.

"Suit yourself," she said while leveling the stethoscope. What happened to Pooh? Play with me bitch---

Why hadn't Troy called? Was he angry!? I was sorry and I just wanted us to be together but there was some things he needed to know! I was yet so confused, if Trenton had been the enemy then what role did Twan play? I had not heard his voice in my head in ages, but remembered him saying to me in the hospital bed to do what I had to do! How could I change the course of the prophecy on the wall? The devil could not have my children! I would give my own soul to save theirs.

The albino at the table, he had to have been the 5th son---his age had not been guessible, and he'd seemed unaccustomed to society.

I begged Nathaniel to speak to me face to face, he finally agreed.

I would be on the next flight to Miami, I'd thought.

He ended the conversation saying, "Your father often read II Corinthians 11: 14-15, but never knew what it meant."