Here’s part 5 of my new Damon the Demon story, Cemetery Blues…Read from the beginning here.
‘That ain’t good news, Damon. Nothing like that has happened since the Resurrection Men.’
‘Don’t get carried away, Jabez. And don’t you go running your mouth and spreading fear where it’s not warranted. We have a few bones missing, that’s all.’
‘All right, all right,’ Jabez said, raising his hands in surrender. ‘What are you going to do?’
Damon looked skywards. ‘It will be dawn soon, and most of these witnesses will be heading back to their tombs and boxes. I need to know what they know before they leave. And you’re going to have to help me.’
‘What? Me? Why? You know know I’m not cut out for this. I’ve a reputation for being a mischief-maker to uphold. I can’t be part of the establishment. I’m an anarchist.’
‘You’re also a resident of this cemetery. Now I’m deputising you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you slack off and do anything to deliberately harm my investigation, management will hear of it and you’ll be out on your ear. Understand? Do you know how hard it is for a revenant to exist in the outside world?’
Jabez pouted. Damon wasn’t keen on having him as a sidekick because there was no doubt, he was unreliable. That being said, there was a lot of work to do and a shortage of helpers to do it. Options were thin on the ground, and come hell or high water, he was going to do all he could to get Shelly’s bones back.
Damon comforted himself with a few points that were in Jabez’s favour. He had come to get Damon, and while the storm raged, instead of ignoring Shelly’s pleas for aid. That had been unexpected. He also knew everything Damon did about the case.
‘So what do you want to do, governor?’
‘Don’t call me that.’
‘Don’t call me that either.’
‘What shall I call you?’
‘Damon. It’s my name. Now shall we get this investigation started? You take the bone houses on the left. I’ll start with the ones on the right. Try to keep people on topic. Don’t let them prattle on. Time is limited.’
They made to go their separate ways, when a figure exited one of the mausoleums and made a dash towards them. It was Jacob Stein, a quiet, friendly man, who was kind and compassionate, always. At that moment, he was waving his arms in an attempt to get their attention.
‘Wait, please. I don’t want the others to overhear. I do not wish to cause a panic. Damon, there’s something I think you should know. I’ve heard a rumour, and it’s not a nice one. At first, I thought it was just a story, you know, to scare the young ones around the cemetery, but now I’m not so sure.’
Damon had a feeling he wasn’t going to like this. ‘Go on.’
‘Bonestealers, Damon. Apparently they are operating in our cemetery.’
‘What did I say?’ Jabez hissed. ‘Didn’t I say-‘
‘Shut up, Jabez.’
To be continued…
Written for: 13 Days of Samhain vol iii: Day 5: Come Hell or High Water