Sam was always afraid of the water, he never wanted to be near that water. His brothers always teased him about it, and would often throw him into the pond in the backfield. They thought it was hilarious. Until the one day, he was grabbed by something under the surface, the boys watched as he shot above the surface screamed once, and was pulled underneath, a fountain of red splashed into the air.
Sam had been playing in the field taking care not to be visible to his brothers or the pond.
He had his favorite action figure and was engrossed in a game of “spy.” Amongst the weeds, which when he was sitting down made him invisible to the world. He was observed by three demons that were variant in form but all had the same appetite. The delivery truck had not come by for a week and their stores were low. (For reference please read Volume 2 Room 315 for reference to the roadside demons that killed mortals for meals…apparently the three in this field were delivery customers). The eldest brother, who resided in the pond, was all tentacles and preferred the image of a giant squid had begun to emit a low moan that could be heard, throughout the countryside, which worried the brothers. They did not need to be exorcised out of their new home; they had searched far for their ideal residence. The youngest brother was of the air, he was capable of becoming any air elemental imaginable. He preferred the butterfly today.
The middle brother was of the earth, and was able to flow through the soil, plants, and stones that maintained contact with the earth.
As Sam played with his favorite possession, he felt a butterfly dip past his ear; he brushed his hand at it to make it go away. The butterfly had the urge to bite him, but unable to do so dipped towards his face. Startled Sam pulled back, and sucked in his breath. Then he saw how beautiful the blue and black pattern in the shape of eyes flickered on its wings. Losing interest in his previous game, he began to follow the butterfly, if he could catch it, he could bring it to show his mother. The butterfly staying just out of his grasp flew a zigzag pattern right to the edge of the pond.
At the same time, the middle demonic brother had located Sam’s older brothers, and he whispered in the grass, “Sam’s afraid of the water, Sam’s afraid of the water.” With this taunt in his ears, his eldest brother stood up and looked around the field, he could see Sam rapidly walking through the grasses towards the pond. His brother stopped and stood up as well. He had heard the whisper too. Both boys began to stealthily creep through the weeds towards their unsuspecting brother. Smiles formed on their faces, as the image of him flailing at the water’s surface flashed through their imaginations. It was a few minutes that passed as they trekked softly through the grass all weaving their way to the pond.
“Gotcha” the eldest yelled as he tackled Sam.
“No” he yelped but it was too late.
He saw the pond out of the corner of his eye. He felt himself lifted into the air. And the coldness of the water embraces him. Then he felt the scrap of coarse marine skin wrap around his leg. He kicked to the surface, but was unable to fight off the beast that sought to dine on him. The soft press of the slippery skin, the pinching of his arms and legs from the tentacle suckers, and finally the noxious smell of the demons’ breath as he was pulled in head first into it’s gaping maw, the sensation of piercing as the teeth sank into his neck, severing his head from his body. He was still conscious but was not longer able to scream, visions of the inside of the beasts mouth and esophagus were his last visions.
Through the thickness of the skin, he could hear his brothers scream through the crimson waters above him. The boys upon the shore were screaming and crying; confused as to what they were to do. Through all of the activity, they were unaware that the other two demons had transformed into their true forms, and salivating as they stood on the edge of the pond, watching the aqueous display. Unfortunately for the boys, they were invisible. With an easy gait both demons, walked behind the boys leaning towards the water and screaming, and shoved them both into the water. Knowing full well, that their eldest brother was satiated, he would drown the two boys, and hold them with his tentacles. The demons grinned, dove into the water, and began to feed.
As they finished, Sam’s mother was calling across the yard.
“Boys it’s getting dark, time to come inside.”
The two younger demons strode forth from the water. Taking on the illusion of the two boys they had just eaten; walked towards the house. Across the surface of the pond a tentacle swept through the water, mixing the blood with the water and sediment on the bottom. The moon shone down upon the smooth brown surface.
The above was written in the third person, because the boy’s remains were so completely dissolved that the only reference we have is from the viewpoint of one of their killers. The airborne demon was caught in the investigation of the flesh eating demons ring. He confessed to the above as well as several others. Being the youngest he was the most susceptible to torture. Because they died so violently the spirits have not yet arrived to the Manor, it is believed that are still wandering on the earthly plane. On a side note, perhaps they can warn others to avoid that field. For though we have in custody the youngest, the two older brothers are still at large.