Jacob's. Next Day. Saturday. 

~Evelyn~

"History of the past."

She muttered, under her breath as she opened the laptop. The laptop she had made her parents pay for at all cost. Twas just a day into living with her sister and there hadn't been any cause of alarm. Aside last night when the both of them had to fight over who should prepare the meal and wash the dishes, immediately after the Devin had left.  It went like this. 

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"Mom and Dad sent you here to take care of me and make me strong and not suck the remaining strength out of me."

Evelyn had scoffed, stepping forward,

"I'm the guest here. Do you have an idea what I left hanging back at home while coming to this place? You should treat me like as guest at least for the first day, then if I wish, I could help out later.  By the way, before now, weren't you Jacob's maid?"

Iseult's eyes had widened,

"What did you just say?"

But Evelyn had turned, running away towards her own room; a guest's room. 

"Wait for me, you little wench. I'll break every bone in you. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend."

Iseult was breathing heavily at the front of her door; Evelyn had entered into the guest's room and slammed the door. 

"And what did you do with yours, Mrs marriage counselor? In short, if we were to go fist to fist, I'm sure I'd pluck some of those teeth that make you beautiful."

Iseult had grunted, groaning in rage,

"I'll let it pass. After all, I'm the eldest."

She had pretended to had left. But as the door to Evelyn room open suddenly with Evelyn asking,

"Has she gone?"

She had lunged at Evelyn's door and almost grabbed her. She had grabbed few of her fingers and did the best she could before Evelyn could set herself free and jam the door again. 

"Pumpkin head."

Evelyn had cussed, groaning. Iseult had left the place triumphantly. Giggling. The same sound, the baby would make. 

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"That nut head."

Evelyn smiled as the memory waned out. Iseult had left earlier than expected this morning. She had said she had someone important to look after at the hospital. And before leaving, she had told Evelyn that breakfast was ready. That was always it. Fight at night, at ease in the morning. But that didn't mean she wouldn't get her revenge. 

"Now, let's see."

She checked the time on her iPhone 8; a phone she saved her ass off to buy. Twas just 9am. She had had the breakfast and really had nothing to do. 

The memory of what Mr Substitute had said to them yesterday kept zooming in and out. Since she was the curious one who always wanted to find why all the spoons in the house was missing and solved a mystery case of a stray dog in the community which eventually happened to had been stolen by the blonde's boyfriend. Since that day, with the feeling that came with that honor, she had made sure to give her best to unveiling mysteries. 

And by the way, she had the deceptive cute and cool face. She muttered,

"November 9. Today's date."

Now raising her voice,

"Now let's see what happened in the past on any November 9, related to Detroit."

She clicked the arrow key after typing, and it went spinning. After few moments of scrolling through, her left index finger hovered over the mouse,

"Terror of the eight? Detroit?"

She scrolled down to the base of the article and checked the date of its publication.

"January 18, 1999."

She sighed, looking to the side wall,

"But when did this happen for real?"

She scanned through the article again,

"December 8, 1745."

Her eyes bulged at the socket,

"Hell! That's some old-time."

She paused for a while. Then suddenly,

"Let's see what comes out for Winchester. If Detroit has a dark past, let's see what Iseult's so revered city brings up."

She did a quick screenshot of the important part of that article and exit the page. She typed in,

HORROR PASTS IN WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA, USA. 

She expected with pleasure as the internet ball rolled in response. 

"Fucking WiFi."

She cussed. 

"Yes!"

She whooped as the page suddenly popped up. But suddenly, the door to the house opened. She flinched, turning in the direction,

"Hey, beautiful Evelyn. Where's your sister?"

She closed the laptop at once without shutting it down. She cussed under breath,

"Doesn't he have a work. If he would be like, I'll be quick to kick him into the blacklist; Jacob's league."

She stood up and walked off the small dinning place to the circle of sofa as he edged further and settled into one of the sofas. He turned to her,

"Sorry for the bother."

"You can say that again."

She muttered under her breath. He quizzed,

"You said?"

She got to the adjacent sofa and settled in too. She shot him a quick smile and corrected,

"I said, you can save all the cane... That's like some Highschool thingy."

He smiled, looking away. She sneered. 

"My TV had a breakdown when I wanted to tune in to the news channel. Could you put on Iseult's TV, I will be here but for a while. Immediately after the news, I'll leave. I'd called someone to repair mine. He took it away to fix it."

She was tempted to say, Can't you just buy a new one, but she tamed the urge and replied,

"Iseult's is broken also. Too bad we can't watch the news."

"Too bad."

He stood up suddenly, then he looked in the direction of the dinning table and saw the laptop. 

"Could we use the laptop please, we could just connect to the online counterpart."

She sprung to her feet,

"No-- absolutely not... yes... no"

He chuckled,

"It's fine if you don't want me around. I'd be dumb if I say I didn't notice it. Probably I interrupted something when I walked in."

He paused, a smile sweeping across his face,

"I'll go now."

As he made to leave, she called at him,

"I watched the news already. A priest was killed yesterday in the same fashion. So, the cops said. But what fashion? What has been happening here?"

He halted and turned to her,

"Your sister said it has something to do with a baby being chased by some persons, but I don't quite agree with her."

"Iseult is dumb. Even she knows that."

He took thoughtful steps back towards her,

"Hearing you say harsh words about her make my blood burn... but you're her sister."

"So, you love her?"

He chuckled again,

"If I would say that word, Evelyn... the first time would be in her ears not behind her."

She sneered, conspicuously rolling her eyes at him,

"Whatever. So, tell me. About the baby, mysterious baby and the chaser. What's the form of death?"

He sat on the arm of a chair,

"The head of the people burst open. Then I ask myself, if truly the baby was the one hunted, why would the so called person burst the head of random men...? First, twas a construction worker, then Jacob, and now a priest. Who knows who the next person is?"

Evelyn thought for a while. 

"How about if there's something close to sense in Iseult's argument? What if the person killing, kills the person who had once had a contact with the baby. So that the baby wouldn't leave a trace of its existence after it has been caught?"

He nodded his head,

"Your reason is pretty much beyond your years. Though it's not 60% percent correct. But I could make a use for you."

Her gaze tuned,

"A use for me? What are you? Like a detective, Interpol, FBI secret agent?"

He chuckled and stood up,

"Keep watching the news. Let's see what the future brings."

He headed towards the door as she watched him go. Suddenly she mumbled,

"A chased baby in the past..."

She rushed towards her PC. 

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~Iseult~

"Eaten anything yet?"

She said over the phone, her flashlight lighting the way. 

"Don't always be sassy, Evelyn."

She grunted at the reply. 

"Since you have enough strength to talk, fed on that till I get home. I'm already on my way."

She hung the call. She took a deep sigh,

"That watery mouth."

She cussed, walking towards the expressway, she was almost halfway through the cemetery road. 

"If someone sees me walking through here almost every night, they'd think I'm a haunting spirit or have some supernatural power. They won't know that I'm just a fan of solitude and gloom. I love walking through the dark. A strange feeling of finding something somewhere. Like my ancestors loved the dark."

Suddenly, she had a coo and a giggle. 

"Wait. What was that?"

She tried to listen and the noise came again; a coo and a giggle. She turned around, but she couldn't find a thing, her flashlight doing its best. 

"This direction."

She  pointed and she started edging in the direction of where the coo and giggle was coming from. 

After few minutes of walking, she got to a mound of earth. She saw the baby, it was pushing and throwing the sand with its small hands by and by. As though it was trying to make a channel that'll take him back into the pit. 

"Hey, little wonder.  What are you doing here?"

She walked even closer. 

"Come let's get you out of here. I should had looked for you earlier but I was broken down by Jacob's death."

She bent and picked the baby up. 

"Come let's take you home."

The baby cooed and giggled in her hands. She put it to her breast and began to walk out of the dark space,

"We'll catch those men who'd been hunting you."

She promised as the baby giggled. 

She took it with her home.