Filth.....chapter 33...final

Doc stepped towards her and said,"That isn't the point young lady...the point is that you both committed the sin of nothing...even our Master hates those who do nothing." As Javen continued to squirm and Carly sobbed....one of the Jack-o-lanterns was lowered by Dr. Evans. Just as the gray ragged sheet was about to hit the blue tile floor...two hands slapped down.

Dr. Evans lifted the pumpkin head and sheet off to reveal Miss Mums. All of the people waved their hands downward and praised the Master of Darkness. Doc stepped closer to her and said,"Behold....the Imp who has graced us with her presence from the beginning....she is gifted with the eyes of our Master so that he may see our performances...forever and ever!" He smiled...looking at Javen and Carly while saying,"She wanted to be in one of our plays...how could we say no to such a beautiful face?"

Carly looked at Miss Mums with such hurt and betrayal in her eyes. The Imp gave her a deeply disturbing evil look as it hissed at Doc Hillenbren." Doc translated,"She told me to tell you both that her name is Lucille...not... Francis or Miss fucking Mums!" Javen shouted with anger in his voice,"What did you mean...Death by Dodge?"

Doc grinned and said,"Well...we can't very well burn you two at the stake now can we......we've done this a few times before...a 1956 Chevy and I believe a 197I Mustang....that was a great one...they almost got away...we check for knives under the seats now."

Javen screamed,"You can't get away with this....my grandfather...our families will find out the truth!" Dr. Evans spoke up saying,"Your grandfather will be dead from a heart attack when he hears the news that his grandson was driving drunk and killed himself along with his beautiful young wife."

Carly cried out,"Javen is right...you can't get away with this...we won't drink a drop!" Doc gave them an evil grin and said,"Oh...not so... my dear...he will drink or the Imp will chew off your nipples...you will drink or she will chew off his penis." Brian grabbed a fifth of whiskey and a fifth of vodka...pouring the bottles in their mouths. Javen and Carly both choked as the whiskey and vodka spilled down their chins and all over their clothes.

When both were soaked with alcohol...the Sheriff untied them from the chairs. Javen and Carly fell to the floor....they could hardly move from fear and confusion. The Sheriff and his Deputies left and were gone a few minutes when all who remained...heard the crash outside....behind the building.

The Sheriff and Deputies walked back in and told them the car was ready. Doc smiled and said,"Oh goody....the crumpled car is ready..I love those cement filled...yellow iron pipes......now all we have to do is stuff the both of you inside...gas it and light it....oh...I can see the Headlines tomorrow (Young Couple Dies In Fiery crash!)"

The Deputies dragged Javen and Carly out back to Carly's car. Everyone followed with excitement on their faces! Javen was sat up in the front seat and Carly was sat up in the back seat. Carly cried out,"Please...you don't have to do this!" Doc looked in the rear window at her...saying,"Oh...but we do have to do this...you see...our Master allows us to feel again from midnight until sunrise once every 13 years.....we won't waste one second of pleasure in our Halloween orgy.

Thirty people stood in a half circle as Doc doused the car with gasoline. They all began to chant in dead Latin, undress and fondle each other. The Imp walked on her hands back and forth like a monkey in a frenzy...never taking it's eyes way from Javen and Carly sitting in the car. 15 men and 15 women were biting, kissing, licking and humping each other in different positions. Every eye was on the crashed car. Javen moaned loudly,"Please...no...please...we'll do anything...please!"

The people began to scream with pleasure....his desperate words were like foreplay to them. Carly screamed,"Please....please let us go! The gasoline fumes were choking them as the Imp jumped up on the hood and danced with delight. With a lighter in his right hand...Doc...stark naked... approached them...saying,"Anything....you will do anything?" Carly screamed out,"No Javen...no....I would rather die with you than live with them!" Doc grinned...saying,"We do have a contract available.....you two could be numbers 32 and 33." Javen looked at him with pain in his eyes and screamed,"Fuck you...light it!" Then he cried,"I love you Carly!"

Just then...a voice shouted,"If you light that lighter...I will blow your head off!" Javen's grandfather stepped out of the woods.
Dr. Evans shouted in a friendly tone,"Well...hello Warren....go ahead...shoot all of us...we deserve it...especially Doc....I know...I'm a doctor!" The faint sound of sirens became louder as Warren shouted,"I called the State Police...I was hiding and saw you crash Carly's car!" The Imp hissed at Doc...who then said,"What tipped you off Mr. Breckensen...if I may ask?"

Warren kept his shotgun pointed at Doc and said,"Research...I put the story on line....three other town Historians messaged me and were amazed at the almost exact similarities...each of those towns had victims burned in car or truck crashes...all drunk driving except for the hippies in the 60s....all on Halloween night...also...Fred Sykes hates the color red!

Everyone looked at Fred as he shrugged his shoulders...saying,"My blue slippers had poop on them...so...I borrowed a pair of red ones." Doc smiled and said,"Ah yes...those other towns....we love the part of forcing 31 souls of locals to sleep while borrowing their bodies to act.....all deserve it...all are filth....all belong to our Master!"

The Imp screamed out a deafening hiss....a hot wind rushed through the people and into the darkness of the woods.....Doc dropped the lighter. Doc just stood there by the car...looked around...then down with shock on his face when seeing that he was naked. The people were all covering themselves with their hands...shouting and screaming in confusion!

Javen and Carly were both crying thankfully as Grandpa Warren pulled them from the car. The State Police came running around the corner of the building...shining flashlights...with their guns drawn...ordering everyone not to move. All were taken into custody that night and by morning...the 31 people had confessed in tears to their secret crimes. Even Doc Hillenbren confessed to cheating the Beemens out of their property....among many other criminal deals.

The Sheriff confessed to taking kickbacks and bribes....even murder along with the Deputies. Brain and Denise confessed to cheating the elderly out of thousands of dollars. Jane confessed stealing from local charities and safe deposit boxes of dead customers.. Joan told them about her poisoning her first husband for his money and life insurance.

Fred Sykes confessed to intentionally killing two sailors he hated as their ship was under attack. Dr. Evans confessed to fondling young female patients and even impregnating them while they were under anesthesia.. George confessed to murdering a drunken patron that always carried ten thousand dollars in cash on him. The rest of the people all confessed to serious crimes. None remembered anything about the party or the few weeks preceding it. All were arrested.

Javen and Carly went to stay with Javen's grandfather, Warren Breckensen in North Manchester. They never sat foot in Ranesville again. They moved to the the north east coast and are still trying to put their lives back together. Thirty one people of Ranesville went to prison....13 others connected to their crimes went to prison also. Doc Hillenbren lost all of his wealth and was sentenced to 25 years without parole.

Could the old Victorian spirits of 31 actors and an Imp be performing in your town? Do prominent citizens that you see or hear of ....in your town.... hide a secret filth on their souls? Could it be that their easy living is derived from ill gotten gains?

When they are revealed.....is it the balance of justice ...or is it a play performed by the spirits of actors who make up the Troupe of Tales? Who is the Master of Darkness? Is it the great accuser called the "Devil"....or is it simply.....the spirit of justice.....called the Truth?

Is committing the sin as bad as knowing of the sin and doing nothing? Javen and Carly are imprisoned by that very question....perhaps we all are? Can a white robe of a soul remain white..... walking....in a world of filth?
The play didn't end the way the actors wanted it to...or did it?