Part 11: Tragedy at Walmart...

Part 11:     Tragedy at Walmart...     Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues



Story owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Dedicated to my friend Ms Nancy Smith Satterwhite as she recovers from surgery.  Love you, Ms Nancy!

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Taken near where I live.









People are always thinking of ways to harm others ... why? Some people are born evil. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.








Victoria drove to Walmart to pick up several things.  She drove into the parking lot ... found the perfect parking place.  As Victoria was reaching for her purse she noticed something strange.  At first, she didn't know why it caught her attention.


She forgot about her purse ... sat up straight in her seat to watch.  Victoria saw a man get out of one car ... get into another car.  He was carrying something in his hand ... Victoria reached for her binoculars ... looked closer.


She couldn't read the words on the bottle he held in his hand.  What was he doing?  She watched him get out of the second car ... behold ... he walked to a third car ... got in ... did whatever he was doing ... got out ... proceeded to the fourth car.


Victoria had a bad feeling.  She got quietly out of her Expedition ... slipped around it to observe the man.  She heard laughter, voices coming toward the second car ... she watched as everyone got into the car.  She heard a female voice say ... give me my BoJangle's tea!  More laughter.  Happy people.


Oh my God!  What's wrong, Sandra?  What's wrong?!!! Help!  Help! Sandra!  Doors quickly opened ... a young girl was slumped on the door ... hands grabbed to break her fall to the pavement.


Victoria ran up to see what had happened.  She smelled a strange odor ... the man must have put something in the tea sitting innocently in the cup holder!  There were two cups ... one still in the cup holder ... one on the floor.  Victoria called 911.


She tried to help the girl ... it was too late.  Victoria remembered the man going from car to car!  She wasn't noticed as the rescue people worked on the young girl.  Victoria began searching for the man ... she felt he was poisoning cups of drink left in cup holders.  Most people didn't lock their doors.


She didn't see the man ... went back to where the poor girl had died.  Victoria saw an officer ... she walked to him ... told him what she had seen.  She told him she believed the man was putting poison in people's drink cups.


The officer looked hard at her ... are you serious?  Victoria looked him straight in the eyes ... told him he'd better find out or there'd be more death.  Victoria had a bad feeling.


More laughter ... the light-hearted silliness of friends, family happy to be out shopping ... being together ... several people were coming to get into the car ... the first car!


Officer, you have to see if they have drinks sitting in their cup holders!  He decided to humor her ... he began walking toward the car when a young boy staggered from the car.  He fell to the ground clutching his throat.  He struggled to breathe ... stopped.  The young boy was dead.


Victoria watched in shock just as the officer did.  It happened so fast.  More police cars came, parked ... so did several ambulances.  The police were stopping people from getting into their cars ... they soon had all in control.  Victoria went to do her shopping.  It wasn't her business now.


She was looking at a soft blue, pink bra.  Victoria loved colored under-clothing.  It was beautiful.  She looked for her size, found it ... put it in her shopping cart.


Victoria looked up ... she narrowed her eyes.  She saw the man who was poisoning drinks in the parking lot.  Victoria dialed 911 ... she was told officers were on their way ... to stay on the phone.


Victoria walked around shopping ... watching the man.  He never knew she was there.  Soon ... several officers appeared ... surrounded the man.  He was looking at a camouflage jacket ... the officers walked up to him ... spoke quietly to him ... arrested him.  No one ever noticed.


Victoria paid for her bra ... several other items.  She was glad they caught the man who'd done such an awful thing.  From now on she'd warn others not to leave their doors unlocked ... someone could poison their drinks.  Who ever thought of such?  People were thinking of all kinds of things to do to harm others.


She went home ... relaxed.  Victoria began to have a feeling ... that something big was going to happen soon.  She knew it had to do with the animal-people.  She had a bad feeling ...


To be continued ...

Part 10:    Broken Promise ...                   Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues




Story owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  This story is dedicated to my friend ... Ms Nancy Smith Satterwhite to read as she recovers from her surgery.

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  It is of the woods nearby.



Do you ever look past the leaves to see ... if something is looking through the leaves ... at you? By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.




Victoria slept through the night without waking up.  She awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. She slept so good ... she sure needed it.


She was tempted to break her promise ... go back to check on the cave ... animal-people.  Should she ... should she not?


Victoria got her shower, donned jeans and a cotton shirt.  What to do ... what to do?  She made a pot of Folger's coffee ... poured a cup, sat at the dining table.  While she held the hot cup of coffee in her hands ... she went into deep thought.  Oh ... how comforting the hot cup was in her hands ... that was as important to her as drinking the coffee.  It smelled heavenly.


She watched the trees sway in the gentle wind blowing.  For almost an hour Victoria sat in a trance watching the trees.  She loved to see the trees move in the wind ... it was good therapy.  When she came back to her world around her ... her coffee was cold, so was her cup.


Victoria wasn't any closer to figuring a way to take care of the animal-people who were killing people in Rainbow Mountain Park.  She felt fear thinking about some innocent soul walking around there ... being attacked, eaten.   What to do, what to do!


She put her head into her hands ... her fingers massaging her forehead.  Victoria closed her eyes.  She took a deep breath ... jumped up.  She ... was ... going to drive to Rainbow Mountain Park but, she wouldn't get out.  She would watch from the gray van.


A short time later Victoria parked in the parking lot.  There were several cars already there.  She saw people sitting at the picnic tables and at a couple of them ... people were grilling burgers, hot dogs. She was glad ... there is safety in numbers.


She saw a little girl of about four walking, running off from her family.  She was too close to the woods.  Victoria tensed ... she thought she saw a movement in the brush.  She was going to have to get out of the van ...


As Victoria got out of the van ... everything seemed to become very quiet.  She kept her eye on the child as she moved ... she had a bad feeling.  Could she get to the child in time ... she didn't want to alarm anyone.


As Victoria got closer ... she heard a growl.  The little girl was running straight to the bushes where she saw movement!  Victoria moved quicker ... she had to save the little girl.  No one was aware the child had wandered off.  Victoria began to run ... she was very fast ... another one of her special abilities.


The little girl had reached the bushes ... hands grabbed out for her.  Growling ... snarling.  Just as fingers closed on the child's arm ... Victoria jerked the child out of the hands ... raced by the bushes like a flash.


The little girl didn't make a sound.  She didn't know what happened.  Victoria slowed down ... took the little girl to her family.  She told the family that she thought she saw a fox close by.  The mother hugged her little girl close ... no, she wouldn't let her little girl wander off again.  Her eyes were wide from fear for her baby.  She thanked Victoria.


Victoria walked to her gray van.  It was a good thing she'd broken her promise.  The little girl would have become another victim of the animal-people.  She sat in the van keeping an eye out until the last car left.  Only then could Victoria leave.


To be continued ....

The Grief Came Once Again ... I Wrote It Alright

The Grief Came Once Again ... I Wrote It Alright






When a mother loses her child she goes on a forever journey ... Journey of Grief. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

My only child, my son ... Tommy holding his only son born on March 16, 2007.  I lost Tommy on May 29, 2010 ... I've been on the Journey of Grief since.  I have to write to make it all better ... the pain gets too great to stay inside me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I felt the most deepest sadness in my Heart this morning ... everything is alright.  It's Easter weekend ... Tommy won't be coming home I know ... it still doesn't stop that longing inside my Heart.  <3 :)




I wish everyone such a safe, wonderful Easter with their children, pets.  <3  Grief is a sad emotion ... more than sad ... more than just mere pain ... more ... than anything.




This morning and yesterday I have cried for Tommy.  I miss him with my very Heart <3  Everything is going to be alright because I choose to make it so now.  Every step I take ... I choose to go forward ... never backward <3




Can you imagine not seeing your son, daughter again?  No ... I couldn't when my son lived.  I can remember back then ... 'knowing in my Heart' ... that he would be here as I became older and I would always have him.




A mother's grief is forever.  She has to choose how to handle it ... at first I wasn't in any condition to handle anything and almost didn't live through it all. It took several years before somehow ... I began to very slowly come back to life.  You see ... before that I didn't know if I was living or not ... it didn't matter.  The pain, oh the pain.  I could only live in darkness, feel the pain of my only child dying ... gone forever.  Can you imagine?




Thankfully ... time has gone by ... all still hurts and I still get the 'birds trapped in a cage' sensation in my stomach (panicky feeling).  I know I have to just go on living, doing things ... and it finally goes away.  No mother ever wants to travel this road ... it never ends.  It's until the day a mother dies.





Grief's journey ... I'm going to always be on it ... I try to make it positive now that I'm aware of all I feel, think.  You see ... for the first few years some mothers don't think or be aware that life is going on around them ... they are looking inside.  I'm so thankful to be out of myself and be able to see the world I love now.




Thank God I am a positive person to begin with.  It's like going to church as a child ... there's a foundation to fall back on when one doesn't know anywhere else to go after trying to do everything themselves ... making all kinds of mistakes.  Thank God for the older women who used to come to my Grandma Alma's house in Hell ... to get me, take me to church where I could see happy people, know goodness in the world.





No matter the mistakes I ever made ... I never forgot God.  I don't publicly go out to tell everyone how I feel about religion and I won't ever.  Everyone has their own way to worship ... believe.  I am very private in that respect.  I also, respect everyone's beliefs ... we all arrive at our own beliefs in our own way from our own experiences.





No one owns God ... we all love ... worship him in our own ways.  I won't argue this with anyone ... and if someone ... were to begin arguing religion with me ... I would know you don't respect me and I'd remove you off my Facebook.  I never play such games ... life's too short and too sweet to waste time on such.  I respect myself ... I respect you ... and I won't allow anyone to disrespect me.





Even if I'm always nice, try to be good ... there's steel in my backbone.  It came from the days as a little girl trying her best to survive life in Hell.  I only say this because sometimes ... there are people who aren't as nice ... who want to jump on a bandwagon ... soapbox to begin a war ... not on my Facebook ... not in my life.  I pick ... choose my own battles ... this isn't one of them.  I respect their opinions enough to let go ... let them go their own way.




Writing is magic to me ... since Tommy died ... I've written more than I ever have in my life.  I don't think I'm a best-seller author ... I'm not the best author ... but ... I write.  I write to ... save myself.  Thank God I could write when Tommy died ... how in the world could I have lived with such pain bigger than I ... inside myself.




The book in the photo is my book of pure pain.  Just because I wrote it doesn't mean I'm famous, great or anything.  It is simply my book of pure pain that I couldn't hold inside.  I don't think I could have made it if I hadn't written it.  I've never tried to pretend I'm something I'm not ... I have never made money off my 3 books I wrote.  That's okay.





I didn't have in mind to make money when I wrote ... I Cry For Tommy ... I wrote to remember Tommy, my son ... one of the most important, special parts of my life ... me.  He'll always be remembered through my words ... my dragonflies.




My beautiful son is gone ... yours is still here.  Love, care and mend any broken fences.  I promise you that a phone call can come, destroy your whole world as a mother in a split second ... it did mine.




In fact ... I was 200 miles away from the ocean where he died ... and I was the first person to know.  A stranger picked Tommy's phone up off the damp sand where he collapsed ... pressed redial ... got the last person Tommy ever talked to ... Me.  My son talked to me last on his phone.  I heard a voice say, "Ma'am, I have a man collapsed here on the sand ... he's not breathing."




For those of you who need to mend fences ... I hope you will think of me ... hear my words in your minds.  Love, hold your babies tightly this Easter weekend ... all the time.  Let them know their mothers love them no matter what.  Let them know they are most special to you.




Thank God ... I always did that with Tommy ... he knew his mother loved him with her very Heart.  This was my only comfort I could find in his death ... my son knew I loved him because I told him so ... often.  How many times did I cry out in my Heart ... "thank God I told him".




You can see how writing heals me ... helps me when I get very sad.  I have passed over the grief ... pain ... I felt building up inside me.  Writing saves me.  Thank God for writing ... whether it be good or bad.  I don't claim to be other than myself ... I write my way and go on.  I could possibly say something that could help another ... I know sometimes I read 'just the right thing ... said in just the right way' ... and it makes all the difference in my life.  It doesn't matter who wrote it ... what matter is I read it.  I know you understand.





My friends here understand ... my newer friends may not realize since they've not followed me through time at the most darkest period of my life that began May 29, 2010.




Everything is alright ... I wrote it so ... it would be that way!  :) <3








Note by this Author:  I wrote this morning to help myself as I felt the onslaught of grief so deep ... so painful ... I wrote until I was okay again.  I put this on my Facebook this morning as my post today. Photo/story are both owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Part 9: What Happened To The Animal-Child?

Part 9:  What Happened To The Animal-Child?  ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues





How can you catch something that can eat you ... you are the meat they eat. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.





Story written/ photos owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  This is dedicated to my friend, Ms Nancy Smith Satterwhite who is recovering from surgery.  I hope this takes your mind off the pain ... and you recover soon!

Photo owned/taken by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  

Victoria drove to the sheriff's department.  She had a friend who worked there.  She hadn't thought of him in years. If he was still there ... she knew she could talk freely to him ... express her concerns about the animal-people.  He knew Victoria was different ... just how different he didn't know ... but, he knew she was an extraordinary woman.


Victoria walked to the window ... asked to see Captain Tom Siddons.  She told the woman her name, took a seat.  In about three minutes Tom came out into the waiting room.  Victoria!  It's so nice to see you!  Come into my office.


Victoria followed Tom into his office.  It was a very neat office.  Tom's desk was shiny from wax.  His family photos sat around on the surface.  There was a stack of folders lying on the desk.


She sat down in the chair across from Tom.  They talked light talk for several minutes until Tom looked at her closely.  You can tell me what's wrong, Victoria.


Victoria mentioned the animal-child that the EMS girl was bitten by.  She wanted to know what happened to it.  Tom told her that he was in a padded cell at the hospital for mental patients.  He wanted to bite everyone.  No one knew quite what to do about the child.  They'd never seen anything like it.


Tom looked at Victoria with narrowed eyes.  Victoria, it gets worse ... doesn't it?  He had a bad feeling Victoria was going to tell him something he didn't want to hear.


Victoria took a deep breath ... told him what she had witnessed.  Tom sat there with open mouth ... disbelief.  The thing was ... if Victoria said it ... it was true.


Tom, I came to you because you know me.  You know I can do things ordinary people can't.  That was the only way I could go inside the cave ... I became a shadow.  They never knew I was there.  I did an experiment ... I became visible only for a moment ... they ran to attack me!


Tom wanted to know how many animal-people were in the cave.  Victoria told him she saw probably a hundred people.  Hunting parties were coming in while she was there.  She told him in vivid detail what they did to the woman outside the cave ... the animal-children ate her flesh ... the evil man buried the bones, placed rocks on the grave.  Not only that ... one of the hunting parties brought in a woman and all the animal-people attacked her, ate her.


So that explains all the missing people who have gone to Rainbow Mountain Park!  Tom told Victoria about the mystery of missing people through the past fifty years there.  People going on picnics, camping ... hiking ... never to be seen again.  Oh my God ... it makes sense now.  Tom was in shock.  Who would believe this?


Tom, what can we do to protect officers when going in there?  You or anyone else can't just go into the cave.  You don't have the ability to change like I do ... you would be seen ... attacked, killed.


Tom sat there with his elbow on his desk ... he stared off into space.  I'm going to have to do some serious thinking, Victoria.  I know I can count on you to help me ... be my eyes when it comes time.


They talked for a short time.  Victoria got up to leave ... Tom walked around the desk ... hugged her goodbye.  I'll call you, Victoria.  In the meantime ... stay away from there.  We'll figure this out.  Victoria promised she'd stay away.


Victoria drove home.  She wanted only to get her shower ... get into her cozy nightgown ... kick back to relax.  In less than an hour Victoria was in her bed fast asleep before nightfall.


To be continued ....

Part 8: What To Do Now ...

Part 8:   What To Do Now      ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite to read while recovering from her surgery.  I hope this entertains you ... takes your mind off the pain.

Photo owned/taken by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






Victoria Fairchild arrived home.  She pressed the hidden garage remote ... the side of the huge house opened quietly ... closed once she drove inside.




Victoria went into the house through her 3 closets ... entered her bedroom.  She was completely wiped out.  She took her shower, put on her gown ... fell into bed ... instantly asleep.  She was safe in her house.




The next day Victoria awoke to sunshine peeping through her blinds.  She got up ... twisted the wand to open them.  Ah-hhhh ... comforting sunshine.  Victoria was a sunshine girl ... the sun made her smile ... the rain made her very sad.




Now ... how to get attention turned toward the animal-people.  She went into the kitchen ... turned on her coffeepot.  Nothing like good, hot coffee to comfort her.  She would sit at her dining table by the glass doors in the dining room.




She kicked back in her dining chair ... sat ... drank her hot coffee as she looked out at the flowering garden.  She sat in deep thought and at the same time ... enjoyed the bright colors of the flowers.  The warmth from her coffee cup felt so nice ... pure comfort.  She loved to place her hands around a hot cup of coffee.




She drank almost the whole pot of coffee while in deep thought.  When finally she was ready to get another shower, dress ... she still hadn't any idea what to do.  She did know she was going to visit Ms Nancy in the hospital ... and try to find out what happened to the child that attacked the EMS girl at Rainbow Mountain Park.




A couple hours later found Victoria going up on the mirrored elevator ... to 4th floor ... room 401.  Ms Nancy was sitting up in bed when she entered the door.  She smiled brightly at Victoria.




Victoria walked over to the blue chair to sit.  They began talking at the same time.  Victoria let Ms Nancy tell what happened once again.  Victoria told Ms Nancy that she wanted to tell her something ... it was awful but, true.  Also ... that she was very lucky to be alive and not to go back to Rainbow Mountain Park.




Victoria related all that happened in the cave.  Ms Nancy began shaking ... she was in shock.  It was too much for her to take in all at once.  Victoria!  Oh my God ... I can't believe it!




Victoria and Ms Nancy were very close.  Ms Nancy knew about Victoria's special powers ... she had occasion to witness them when on missions with Victoria.  She asked Victoria could she do anything at all to get rid of those people.  Victoria told her no ... there were too many people and they were vicious ... animals, cannibals.




Victoria expressed her concern over how she could lead the authorities to them ... and keep them protected at the same time.

 


Ms Nancy moved her leg, foot ... groaned from the pain.  Victoria asked her what kind of injury did she get from being attacked.  Ms Nancy said the doctor thought her Achille heel was torn ... thankfully it wasn't.  She had several fractures in her leg.  Her face had a bite mark on it ... it was healing nicely.  Her arm had suffered bruises.  She was lucky for it not to be broken.




Victoria got up to leave.  She walked over to hug Ms Nancy.  She could smell the scent of Ivory Soap on her.  She smelled so clean, fresh.  Victoria hugged her with deep affection.  I love you, Ms Nancy.




How can you tell someone something unbelievable ... you have to show them. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.




To be continued ...

I Don't Control My Characters In A Story ... They Are Themselves!

I Don't Control My Characters In A Story ... They Are Themselves!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee









Don't judge me by my characters in my stories ... they are true to themselves. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Photo is of me ... owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  This is what Victoria Fairchild looks like ...








A quick note here ... I am writing on my Victoria Fairchild Saga for a short time.  At times it gets down and dirty.  Life is like that in the life Victoria Fairchild lives.



I do not speak for my characters as I write them in my story.  They speak, do the things they do ... because ... that's 'who they are'.  You might not like them ... I might not like them or the things they do ... but, it's ... their life.



Life isn't always beautiful ... there are the scary, ugly sides we don't get to see ... because they are normally hidden ... until someone with a sharp eye ... spots something that causes suspicion.



I never know ahead of time what's going to happen ... I read as I write ... sometimes I am very excited to see what's going to happen.  Sometimes ... I am saddened by the things that go on ... sometimes, angry.



So don't judge me as you read my stories/story ... you can't tell my characters what to do no more than I can.  They are true to themselves.  Like you ... sometimes ... I don't like all that comes out of their mouths ... nor the things they do.  Like real life ... we can't control everything.  When I write it is true life in a true story ... my characters' stories.



I felt I needed to write this so my readers would understand ... everything I write about Victoria Fairchild is a story to entertain ... you will see some of everything from violence, sex ... happiness, sadness.  Life is the same in the world of telling stories.  So ... here we go!








Note by this Author:  I felt I needed to write this to let my readers know about parts of Victoria Fairchild ... it can get mean ... ugly down in the dirt ... as well as good, happy.  By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Part 7: Herds of Animal-People Came ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Part 7:    Herds of Animal-People Came     ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Photo taken, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates ... of my own eye ... for my Victoria Fairchild Saga story.  Story owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









Story/Photos written/owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite to read as she recovers from surgery.  I hope you are much better today than yesterday my friend.






Who knew there were animal-people in the forest of Rainbow Mountain? By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.








Victoria watched the children.  She couldn't believe such children existed.  She knew if she didn't have the powers she had ... the children would have already attacked her.  She was just a shadow to them ... but, if she changed back to herself ... they would attack, rip her to shreds to eat her.



Victoria decided to experiment ... only for a moment to see if what she thought was true.  For a moment ... she made herself appear to several of the animal-monster children.  Chaos broke out ... they all clamored to get to her ... the growls and howls were ungodly.  The man came running to see what was wrong.  He was ready to use his cane.  Victoria changed back into a shadow ... she wasn't there anymore.  She was right ... they were going to rip into her.



She had to decide how to get something done here ... who to go go to with her discovery.  Also ... how to tell it without revealing her special powers.



Victoria settled back to observe how they lived, behaved.  They never knew she was there.



She saw a boy of about 13 appear from one of the darkened holes in the cave.  He walked to a little girl of about 10, grabbed her by her long blonde hair.  He grunted at her ... pushed her down on all fours and mounted her.  Animals ... monsters ... animals ... monsters!  Victoria felt nausea ... she couldn't believe the brutality of the rape ... or their ... natural way of life.



This created excitement in the herd of animal-children.  They all began to copulate.  Victoria's eyes went to the evil man ... she watched him as he played with himself.  He was enjoying all the excitement ... he was getting off on it!



She watched him get up ... she saw he had an erection ... she knew what he was going to do.  It almost brought Victoria out of hiding ... but, no ... this went on here all the time ... this was their life. She had to learn more.



The evil man walked to a girl of about 14 who had also, come from the darkened hole in the cave. She was naked ... thin, had dark brown hair.  She had a wild, pretty face with full lips.  The man grunted to her ... she immediately bent over for him to mount her.  She had done this many times ... her movements were too smooth ... been done a lot.    He bit her on the neck as he thrust into her. The evil man grunted, groaned as he climaxed into the girl.  He bent down ... licked her dry.



The girl wanted more ... she jumped up into his arms.  He held her tightly as he became erect once more.  He went to sit down with her in his lap.  Victoria saw the young girl mount the evil man ... as they began kissing wildly.  This was a woman-girl who knew too much for her age ... in a normal world.



Victoria had a lot to think about ... she watched the life inside of the cave with pure shock.  She thought she'd seen everything ... today taught her that even more things went on in this world than she imagined.  She thought ... oh my God.




She heard howling, grunts coming from the way she had followed the herd inside the cave.  What was it?  She saw them coming ... another herd of animal-children-people!  Older people this time in the herd!




She heard the screams of a woman before she saw her.  She was being dragged into the cave ... all the animal-children quieted down ... Victoria had this awful feeling ... sure enough ... all the animal-children closed in for the kill!  The screaming was ungodly ... there wasn't anything Victoria could do ... special powers or not.



Thankfully ... the screaming didn't last long ... she saw the woman's heart in a little boy's hands ... he held it up to his mouth ... it was still beating.



Victoria knew this was a hunting party with older adult animals.  She watched them as they taught their talents to the younger one through grunts, gutteral sounds.  No one seemed to know words.



Finally ... Victoria had had enough.  It was time for her to leave.  She had to figure out how to make this cave be found ... the animal-people found.  Pure human monsters!



Victoria's shadow drifted as it found its way out of the cave.  She drifted through the thick foilage that hid the entrance.  She wouldn't change back to her human form until ... she got to her van.  Too dangerous.



She stood at the door of her van ... unlocked the door ... got in and closed it.  She locked the door back, started the motor.  As she looked up she was startled to see ... a herd of animal people coming toward her!  She put the van in reverse ... then went forward as they began attacking her van.



Victoria never lost her cool ... she kept on driving until they all fell away.  She had to get home ... she had a lot of thinking to do!  How was she going to handle this ... who had ever heard of such a thing and ... who, how was she going to get anyone to believe her.  She had to find a way to lead the authorities here plus ... protect them at the same time without them knowing about her.



Victoria's thoughts were going a hundred miles a minutes as she drove to her home.  She had 10 miles more to go ... she couldn't wait to get into her safe home to think.



To be continued ...

Part 6: They Ate What They Killed

Part 6:    They Ate What They Killed      ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee   (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite ... I hope you recover soon from your surgery!).

Photos/story owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Who knows what lives in the woods?

Victoria could hear the growls coming from the children.  She followed the sounds without getting too close.  The trees blocked her view.  Victoria became a shadow ... no one could see her now.


She blended in with her surroundings ... her shadow moved slowly ... no one would ever notice.  She got close to the children ... the big man.


Victoria studied the children's faces, their bodies.  The children had an awful smell of blood, feces, urine.  They were wild children ... they didn't act like normal children ... they were animals ... human animals.  Little human animals who have never known love, nurturing.  A pack of animal humans!


She watched the big man ... he appeared to be intelligent, controlling.  He had a cane he used to tap a child back to where he wanted it.  The animal children respected the man ... when he grunted, nodded ... prodded a child with the cane they responded.


Victoria decided to test an idea.  She became herself for a split second ... changed back to a shadow. Several of the human animals saw her ... they attacked the area where she had stood.  Victoria saw sharp pointed teeth ... viciousness on each child's face ... the growling was ungodly. They were attacking thin air and each other.


The man growled at them ... throwing each away from the other.  He threatened them with the cane.  After several moments they quieted down.  Victoria saw for herself what the human-animal children would do to a person.  Oh, my God, she thought.  She had never heard, seen or thought there were such things in this world.


Victoria wanted to follow them to their den ... to where they lived in the forest.  She would decide what to do once she knew where they lived.  She did know something had to be done.  Victoria felt sure she'd just discovered what was happening to people who came to Rainbow Mountain Park.


People were missing ... some people had been attacked by what they didn't know ... it happened so fast.  The ones who lived to tell about being attacked were lucky.  Victoria wondered why some people lived after an attack ... Ms Nancy was one of the fortunate ones.


When the animal-children attacked a person ... it was a matter of minutes before all the flesh was eaten ... organs.  She had watched the man bury the bones of the person they ate earlier.  He had placed rocks over the grave ... no one would know the difference.


Monsters ... human animals ... children!  Victoria was having a time believing what she saw, heard. Yet ... there it all was ... just in front of her.  How did this begin ... who was the man ... she had all sorts of questions in her mind.  Why?


She followed the pack of monsters ... listened to their growls.  Not one child spoke a single word. Victoria would bet they didn't talk in words.  Grunts, growls ... strange sounds came from their lips.


The pack came to a complete stop along the path.  The man looked around as he pulled back a thick curtain of foliage ... Victoria could see an opening leading into darkness.  She would blend well in the darkness.  No one would ever know she was there.


Victoria waited until the pack of monsters and man entered the hole.  The man was last ... he turned ... dropped the heavy curtain of foliage.  Victoria waited five minutes ... entered the dark cave behind the curtain.


She could hear the animal-children.  Victoria could see in the darkness as she was darkness ... a shadow of herself.  They walked forever it seemed.  Victoria could see a soft glow of light ahead. She saw more children ... how many children were here?


The animal-children ran to the fire ... sat around it.  She could see their faces in the light.  They looked like children but, she knew differently.  These children weren't raised to be children ... they killed when they saw people.  They ate what they killed.



To be continued ...

Part 5 ... Strange Growling Sounds In The Woods

Part 5:    Strange Growling Sounds In The Woods      ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee  (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite)

Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... The Woods.  If we all knew what was in the woods ... we'd be very afraid.

If we knew what was in the woods ... we might not ever venture into them again. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild Saga.

Victoria laid back against the wall in the hollow of the tree.  It was pretty comfortable ... she would be alright here until the next day.  If it rained she would be fine.  This was a good spot to camp in ... up in the tree.


She opened her bag ... took out a can of potted meat, crackers.  She got a plastic knife to put potted meat on the crackers.  This would be good to nibble on ... it would take a long time to eat.  Victoria loved foods that took a while to eat. She enjoyed thinking while taking time to savor the flavors.


It would be dark in a couple of hours.  She was glad to just sit for a while to relax ... sense, feel her surroundings ... rest her body.  It was even kind of fun to be sitting up in a big tree high above the ground.  She felt like a kid again.


Victoria perked up ... she thought she heard a noise.  She tensed up to listen.  She waited ... she didn't hear anything.  Victoria relaxed once more in her tree hollow.  She had a bad feeling ...


The night passed by quietly.  Victoria awoke at all times of the night ... this was her habit.  She liked to wake up at all times of the night ... it gave her a chance to feel things out ... know everything was okay around her.  Some people complained about waking up all times of the night ... not Victoria.


Victoria repacked her black bag, climbed down from the tree.  It was time ...  She began walking on the faint trail through the woods.  No one could hear her ... she walked quieter than the wild animals around her.


She wasn't sure what she was looking for ... she knew she would know when she found it.  Her senses were on alert for any sound ... even the tiniest sound.  Victoria had keen hearing.


She began to sense more than hear ... a sound she couldn't identify at first.  It was like a lot of growling sounds not from one animal ... but many.  Strange growling sounds ... what kind of animals? She'd never heard such a sound.  She slowed down her walking ... became very deliberate in her movements.


She couldn't see ahead for the trees.  She saw big rocks on the side of the path ... moved to them. Victoria began inching her way around the rocks to see what was ahead.  She didn't want to be surprised ... she scanned all around her as she moved.


The growling sounds were very loud now.  What in the hell was it?  What kind of animal makes such a sound!


Victoria stopped in her tracks.  She blinked her eyes ... children?  She saw children fighting, pushing each other.  Some of them were bloody from clawing, biting.  The growls were coming from the children!  She couldn't believe what she was seeing.


Something lay on the ground ... she couldn't see what it was for all the children.  She saw a bare foot ... oh my God!  They were fighting over a human body.  They were eating chunks of flesh from the body.


Victoria stayed hidden from view.  She had seen many awful things in her life ... it prepared her for such a sight.  She could be very quiet, controlled as she observed.  The body didn't move ... she couldn't help anything if she moved forward now.  She stayed where she was.


She counted the children.  There were ten children to be exact.  She'd never seen anything like it ... half-naked children running around like animals ... growling, eating flesh as if ... they'd always been eating flesh.  Victoria's eyes were half-closed ... she couldn't believe what she was seeing.


These children have been raised like this!  The thought came to her ... these children weren't normal! Who was the man that just walked out of the brush to stand, watch the children?


He clapped his hands, made a guttural sound.  The children stopped in unison ... turned to look at him.  He pointed to the brush where he'd just come from ... the children walked into the woods ... disappeared.


Victoria watched as the man took a shovel ... dug a hole ... put the bones into it.  He carried heavy rocks to lay on the grave.  She watched as he used a rake to pull in pine needles, cones and such to make the ground look normal.  No one would know what had just happened here.


The man disappeared into the woods the way the children had gone.  Victoria gave herself 15 minutes before she began to follow.  She moved into the shadows of the trees ... she became a shadow ... no one would see her.


To be continued ...

Part 4: Up In The Tree

Part 4:    Up In The Tree

        
Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee  (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite).

Photo taken/owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee .... Fall of 2016

What horror lies at the end of the path ... nobody knows. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny for Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues.





Victoria parked in the isolated parking lot.  She sat in deep thought, deciding what to do.  She laid her head back on the seat rest.  She was scanning the area where Ms Nancy had been attacked ... where the little bloody-handed boy had come out of the brush, woods close by to the picnic table.


She reached into the console ... took out the gold-colored watch to hold in her hands.  She sensed pure evil ... a strange sensation pulsed through her fingers as she held the watch.


She half-closed her eyes ... began to see images in her mind.  Lots of little children ... dirty little children ... blood ... bones ... bars, cave ... a big man ... the man Ms Nancy had mentioned.  She was going to have to be careful ... she knew this man wasn't an ordinary man.


Victoria slowly got out of the gray van ... pulling her black bag behind her.  She slipped the keys into her pocket on her slacks ... zipped the pocket up.  She closed the door quietly, walked away from the van.


Victoria walked to the picnic table where Ms Nancy was attacked.  She stood over the spot where her body had lain.  Victoria closed her eyes ... listened ... sensed things an ordinary person couldn't.  It was time ... she knew the direction to go.  She knew that not far from here was a secret place ... she just had to find it.  She had to be very careful not to be spotted.


She opened her eyes ... looked around.  She didn't sense anyone around.  She walked to the brush that led into the woods.  She could see a faint path weaving into the trees ... she began to follow it.


Victoria had to push limbs, bushes back with her hands.  Thankfully she had her black gloves.  The black hat protected her face ... hair.


A briar vine scratched her cheek.  Damn!  Victoria said her favorite cuss word ... that damn vine hurt like a son of a bitch!  She touched her cheek with her hand ... blood.  She used her shirt sleeve to wipe the blood away.  Soon ... she forgot about the scratch.


She was interested in the path she walked on. It was very faint ... no one would know it was here.  It would have taken longer for her to find if she hadn't seen the little boy while she sat at the picnic table.


Victoria stopped in her tracks ... what in the heck happened to the little boy she had seen?  She remembered the EMS girl and boy both ... holding the child as he struggled to get away.  She last saw him in the ambulance.  She would find out when she got back from her mission.  For now, she had to concentrate on finding out what was in these woods.  There was something strange, sinister going on.


She stumbled on a rock in the path ... stopped to put it back into place.  She didn't want to disturb anything ... let anyone know she was looking for them.


The wind began to blow ... treetops swayed.  Trees began creaking as they rubbed together.  Victoria didn't like storms.  She could hear thunder in the distance.  She wondered if she should take shelter ... maybe it was a quick-moving storm.


As she walked she saw the perfect tree to climb up in.  It had a big, fat limb to sit on and from where she stood she could see a hollow in the trunk of the tree.  She could take shelter here from the storm ... sleep if needed.


Victoria was very agile ... in no time she was up in the tree, sitting on the limb.  She looked into the hollow of the big tree ... perfect for hiding inside ... perfect for shelter.


She had a light-weight black blanket inside her bag.  Everything in Victoria's bag was packed to be light.  She carried many things in the bag, including little packets of tuna fish, crackers ... for protein.


There were cans of potted meat, packs of nabs to nibble on.  She would find water on the move though she had some small bottles of water in her bag.

Victoria could make a fire if needed.  She would avoid doing that if at all possible.  She didn't want anyone to know she was here in these woods ... not even an animal.


To be continued ...