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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Summary:
Someone pays Jezelle Gay Hartman a visit.

Chapter 4: Visitor

Jezelle Gay Hartman had not slept
well since the events at the Poho county Police
Department. Any sleep she managed to have
she was no longer forced to hear Darry Jenner screaming as the song Jeepers Creepers played on an
old phonograph somewhere dark and horrid.

This would have been a blessing except to Jezelle it only meant the dream at some point had come
true. She had not stopped it from
happening. She had failed, just another
failure in a long string of them.
Nightmares she could never avert from turning into reality. She had never been able to in the past. Jezelle had not
gathered enough courage to tell the boy that night when he had asked if her
dreams were ever wrong. Just as she had
not summoned enough strength to tell his sister the morning after her brother
had been taken.

Sometimes with great bitterness she wondered why God forced
her to see horrors she could not change.
She wondered this often but then would always realize soon after how He
was made permanent witness to every sin and tragedy on the Earth He had
created. Then her wondering ceased.

It was the cross she had been chose to bear. It was as simple as that. But it was a
dreadful one and all too heavy at times.
Especially when she had looked into the Jenner
boy�s deep brown eyes or when she had seen Trish left with nothing more than Jezelle�s words of what awaited poor Darry
someplace unknown to her.

Yes. Jezelle no longer had that dream but it was not a
blessing. Not at all.

Jezelle had not dreamed since that
night. It was a mysterious thing to the
woman who had dreamt steadily of what the future
promised since she was no more than 6 years old.

These dreamless nights seemed telling in themselves. Something was happening. Something odd and unable to be foretold� At least by her. It
was a frightening and thrilling thing.

Sitting at her kitchen table drinking a cup of black coffee,
contemplating the mystery of this, Jezelle was
startled when the doorbell rang. She put
the coffee cup down, spilling some of the liquid contents on the table. She started to wipe the mess up but then the
doorbell rang again. �I�m coming!� she shouted, irritated. She was scared and had no idea who was at the
door or what they wanted. Nobody really
visited her often these days except for the police when they were willing to
ignore their own cynicism and ask for her help.
She had been listening in on her radio though and there had been no news
of any emergency to require her assistance. Things had been quiet. The Creeper�s 23 days must have passed. It was hungry no more.

The bell rang again and Jezelle
rushed to answer it.

Opening the door quickly, impatient to find out who it was
and quell her mounting anxiety, she was only slightly surprised to find Trish Jenner waiting behind the door. It was the girl�s appearance that really
jolted Jezelle.
Trish was covered in dirt and ash.
She was filthy. There were cuts
on her face, hands and a large gash on her right leg. The psychic saw the blood that had cut a
crimson path down the girl�s leg through the tear in her jeans. Oddest of all was the large crow sitting
contentedly on Trish�s shoulder as if it was her life-time companion. Clutched against her chest was a book.

�Trish?�

The girl nodded, swallowing hard. She seemed out of breath and very
excited. �Can I come in? I really need to talk with you?�

�Of course�� Jezelle motioned her
inside. The bird stayed on Trish�s
shoulder. For a moment, Jezelle wondered if it was fake
like the parrots the waiters dressed as pirates in cheesy seafood restaurants
sometimes used as a prop. She didn�t
consider this for too long. The crow was
clearly alive.

Trish Jenner did not share her
friend�s calm. She was animated and
disheveled.

�How have you been?� Jezelle asked.

�Terrible,� Trish answered.
�Life�s been shit.�

�At least the girl is honest,� Jezelle
thought. �

�Has there been any news on Darry?�
she asked out loud.

Trish stared at the psychic.
The stare was made of ice. The
crow stared also. �You know he�s
dead. Don�t you dare pretend otherwise
just to make yourself feel better alright?�

The older woman sighed.
�So what brings you to my doorstep then?
Looking like you just clawed out of your own grave I may add.�

Trish was silent. She
looked at the book still held firmly in her hands and then back to Jezelle. �I had this
dream� And then this bird��

�The one on your shoulder I take it?�

The girl nodded.
�Well it started with the crow actually.
It�s been following me. It came
to see me at my parents� house. I think
it�s somehow connected to Darry.�

Trish interpreted the look Jezelle
gave her immediately. It wasn�t that
difficult. �For a clairvoyant you sure
are skeptical all of a sudden did you know that?� Trish snapped. �Look you don�t have to believe me about that
part. I don�t care what you think.�

�Why are you here then?�
Jezelle asked.

�I dreamt� Just like you said you did. In my dream I was back in the place you told Darry that thing called its house of pain. In my dream I saw it� Like it was� Like Darry saw it.�

Jezelle shook her head. �It�s all burnt down now. The bodies have been taken care of. Given back to their families to rest in
peace,� she softly explained.

�I know that,� Trish stated.
�In the dream it wasn�t. I dreamt
I found a book there� This book! The
crow led me back there, down the sewer pipe.
It showed me where to find this!� she held out the book. �It was there! For real.�

Jezelle took her arm and led her
to the living room. Trish looked at the
large golden retriever sitting in a basket in the corner of the room. Realizing that the girl was worried the dog
would scare the crow, Jezelle calmed her. �It�s okay.
He�s a baby. Luke wouldn�t hurt a
fly. Even a cat for that matter�s pretty
safe around him.�

Trish looked unsure.
She glance at the crow. The bird didn�t seem to be afraid of the dog
though and Luke seemed uninterested in either the crow or the stranger it was
with. He merely turned around in his
basket and resumed his sleep.

Having sat down on a large green sofa, the crow flying off
her shoulder to land on an armrest, Trish placed the book carefully on her
knees and flipped through the pages. She
was shaking badly. The book was
old. Its cover encrusted with dirt and
dust. The pages were yellow and
crumbling under her touch. There were
gaps in the book as if it was incomplete.
It was obvious that throughout time pages had been torn out. Some were blackened as if its previous owner
did not want the contents seen by certain eyes.

�You found that in its place?� Jezelle asked.

�Yes. The crow showed
it to me.�

�Close it!� Jezelle ordered angrily.
�Throw it away! If it belongs to
that thing it can�t be any good.�

Trish met her eyes.
�It wasn�t the Creeper�s. Not
initially anyway. I don�t know how it got a hold of it. It belonged to the people who brought it here
or allowed it to trespass where it shouldn�t have� Although they were as lost
to what it is as much as we are� At least I think they were� There are pages
ripped out. It�s a diary of some sort. I
read what happened when the Creeper first came here� How they conjured it.�

�How did they? Why
would they?� Jezelle asked, her curiosity
getting the better of her.

�Sorcery. Bloodshed. Death. 23 priests sacrificing a part of themselves. They thought it would protect them. Make them live forever. It didn�t.
It killed them all, taking the sacrificed parts for itself. Only one priest escaped� The one who wrote this.�

Jezelle studied the pages. The language was foreign. �You can read this?�

�Yes,� Trish smiled.
�Turns out I�m glad I took Latin after all. I�m not that interested in how that thing got
here or what it is though. It�s here.
That�s all that matters. The priests
were idiots. In my opinion they got what
they deserved for forcing that thing on us.�

She flipped to the back of the book. �This is what I want.� Jezelle understood
what it was even though she did not understand the words.

�It�s a spell isn�t it?�

Trish nodded.

�What is it for?�

�This is my hope Jezelle,� Trish
said. The older woman saw that hope
shining brightly in her eyes. �The
surviving priest cast one last spell before he died to help appease his guilt
and prepare his soul for Heaven. The
order had a thing for the number 23 I guess.
The priest made it so on the 23^rd spring that creature feasts
someone can change the past. It must be
fair though. The event has to be set in
motion, but the person who says this incantation can try to make things turn
out differently. There�s also something
about a balance but I don�t know what that means��

�Trish,� Jezelle replied
softly. �There is no way to know if this
is the 23^rd spring.�

The girl only smiled triumphantly. She turned the pages back to the front page
and pointed towards the top corner of the page.
You forgot. This book is a
diary. I have the date those damned
priests first did that spell� When the Creeper last fed� When it took Darry� It was its 23^rd feast.�

Trish Jenner started to laugh.
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