I have become

Comfortably numb

- Pink Floyd

Prue jumped into the passenger seat of Gia's Volvo, the car started into a soft purr as she slid her pistol into the waist of her jeans. The car moved off at a rapid pace; Gia seemed to be on a mission, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery that had been haunting Sachem Bay for decades.

"So what do we know?" Prue asked, rolling down the window to let in a small breeze.

Gia kept her eyes on the road. "There was a cult, led by a crazy guy called Mr Chilton. They killed children, believing that exterminating the next generation will keep their ideologies dominant, of course they were mad. When they were discovered, they committed mass suicide, in the honour of Mr Garrett Chilton. And I guess now they're spirits, trying to claw their sorry asses back to this world."

Prue nodded, overwhelmed with information.

"So what lead do we have?"

Gia smiled. "I did some research of my own when Scott told me about the Chilton Cult... not every single member killed themselves. They needed someone to stay alive, direct whatever motive they needed from this side of the wall."

"So there's a cult member out there?" Prue said, jaw dropping.

"You've got that right. He was ten years old when the mass suicide happened. Now, we go get answers." Said Gia.

After a good ten minutes, Gia pulled up to an old shabby house, the paint peeling and the garden overgrown.

"Let's go." Prue muttered, and the two women got out of the car.

The walked through the gap where the gate used to be - it was now rotting in the overgrown grass - and approached the front door.

"You wonder if he'll let us in?" Prue asked as Gia knocked loudly.

"Yea, sure," Gia replied sarcastically. "Hey we know you're involved in a cult and are to blame for these child murders, mind if you let us in to chat?"

Prue rolled her eyes. "I guess we'll get in our own way."

A second later, the door swung open to reveal a man, aged around 70 years old. He had thin grey hair in some patches, but he was mostly bald. He was average sized, quite tall for a man so old and only a few teeth remained.

"What is it?" He spat unpleasantly.

Gia held back her wretch, as the smell of his sour milky breathe reached her nostrils.

"Um, we need to ask you a few questions." Prue said quickly.

The old man seemed to realise and closed the door a little. "Not today, I'm busy."

As he closed the door, Gia's boot blocked it in the doorway from closing.

She held up her gun. "We're not asking, we're telling you. We need to ask you some questions." Gia then stepped forward. "Now fucking let us in, or your cult loving ass will meet it's grave."

"Um, Gia, he's like 90 years old. He's gonna be in the grave soon anyway?"

Gia shot Prue a dark look that signalled shut up.

The two women walked into the house, which was more like a run down shack than anything else.

"Prue, search for anything that may help us in this case."

Prue nodded and began searching around the junk that seemed to be trashed all over.

"Sit." Gia demanded. The old man obeyed, his icy eyes focuses on the barrel of the gun.

At that moment, Shari collapsed through the door, panting.

"Shari," Gia cried. "You frightened me."

Shari grinned. "Sorry 'bout that... Hey Prue..." Shari then caught sight of the old man. "Who's Hannibal Lector over there?"

"His name's Terrence Pearce." Gia said, keeping the gun held up.

Shari squinted at him, as if he was an exhibit. "Hm... I think I'll call him Hannibal Lector."

"This isn't the time for jokes, Shari." Gia muttered. "How did you know we was here?"

"I didn't. I added up the dots myself and I was gonna come here alone. And then I saw your car outside." Shari explained. "Now let's get this bastard to talk."

Prue approached the man. "The cult. What involvement do you have?"

Terrence shook his head remaining silent.

"He needs motivation." Gia said. Prue nodded and struck him across the face.

"Tell us what involvement you have." Gia demanded. He shook his head again, refusing to tell.

"I don't want to attract attention by shooting off a bullet. But I will if I have to." Gia warned.

"No... you won't. You broke in to my home." Terrence said, almost sounding like a snake's hiss.

"You're right, Gia." Shari said. "He needs motivation. You're not giving him enough."

Shari pulled out a jagged dagger from her jeans and stormed over to the old man. She gripped the little strings of hair he had left and pulled his head back, placing the dagger at his throat.

"Listen here, Wrinkle-sack, I'm not fucking about. I've lived for twenty-three years without my twin sister, I won't hesitate to slit your shitty little throat and watch you bleed out. Speak, or bleed. Now!"

With the "now", Shari shook him and he finally, gave in.

"Okay, okay," Terrence said. "I choose the children to sacrifice to the spirits. I tell them who to take."

"So my sister is dead and my niece's life is in danger, because of you?" Shari yelled, clenching the dagger tighter.

"Why are they killing children?" Prue asked. "What do they want?"

"With each child that dies, the entity grows stronger, feeding off their innocence and lifeline. Each death of a child is one step closer to bringing the darkness back." Terrence explained.

"And what about Gracie?" Gia said. "Why didn't they kill my daughter?"

Terrence smiled. "They tried. But that little brat, her aunt Sadie Davenport wouldn't let her die. I don't know how she did it, but she protected Gracie. So they're using Gracie as an Anchor now, to this realm."

"That's why she can't wake up." Shari said, thinking back to what Gracie told her. "They're using her lifeline as a footing to this world."

"Gracie and Sadie were my favourite choices. Such a pity too beautiful little girls had to fall victim..." Terrence taunted.

Shari stepped forward in anger but was blocked by Gia, who got their first and kicked up her foot, her boot connecting hard with Terrence's face. Terrence fell back on to the wooden floor, groaning in pain.

Terrence rolled quickly and kicked a chair at Gia feet, knocking her on to the floor, sending the gun sliding across the room.

Prue ran to help up Gia while Shari raced for the gun. All of a sudden, the large bookcase crashed down towards Shari, groaning and falling with high velocity. Shari screamed out and rolled out of the way, just in time for it to send a wave of dust all over the room like a hurricane of dirt.

Pushing her fiery red hair out of her face, she heard the clicking of the gun.

"The spirits will appreciate my sacrifice. Especially Mr Chilton himself!" Terrence giggled gleefully, like a little girl on her birthday, sending chills rushing down Shari's spine. "Up you get, all of you."

Arms held up, the three women backed up against the wall, silently.

"Now, who to kill first? This is exciting!" Terrence said, clapping one hand against the gun.

"Think about your next moves..." Gia warned, her eyes glaring at the weapon. "The Police will find out."

"They'll assume it is the same guy killing the kids." Terrence laughed, moving the gun between all three of them.

Shari moved quickly, pulling out her dagger and throwing it across the room. It stuck into Terrence's wrist, causing him to drop the gun. The trigger went off, a loud bang erupting through the house. Blood spurred everywhere as Terrence fell to his knee, wrapping his hands around his wound.

Prue slid across the floorboards and snatched up the gun, aiming it at Terrence.

"Shari!" Gia screamed, horror stricken across her face. Shari turned at Gia, and looked down, to see a pool of blood had surfaced through her shirt.

Shari had been shot.