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Pet Sematary Don't go chasing Nursery Rhymes	By : TonksLupin2011 & FionaFletcher91 Category: M through R > Pet Sematary 2 Views: 186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was still so confused about the guy not having a motel room that I truly hoped he wasn’t the one following us around. “Earth to Libby, are you still with us?” Missy said as she slowed down to pull into the diner parking lot. Yeah, I’m just confused. Who was he?” I said as we got out of the car. “I don’t, Lib, but we’re gonna find out. Let’s go get some breakfast.” Missy said, unlocking the diner door.

Before long, Brad showed up, and we sat, eating breakfast and going over our plans for approaching research. “I think we should go talk to Old Manny first. I’m not sure if Dr.Olanda is still alive, but they are our two best people to talk to .” Brad said, “Didn’t you say there was another doctor who dealt with the same situation in 1992?” Alex asked. “Yeah, there is, but I’m unsure where Dr.Matthews is. They left town and weren’t heard from again.” Missy said to write down notes on a small notepad. “Let me run these dishes through the wash and dryer, and then we can get on the road. It’s an hour and a half drive.” Brad said, grabbing a dish bin and clearing off the table.

We were pulling into a long drive, an hour and a half later. We pulled up and noticed a man sitting on the front porch. “He knows we’re coming; I called him last night,” Missy said as she parked the car.
“Hi Manny, I called last night. This is Libby, and she’s researching her biological parents and what truly happened in 1989,” Missy said. You’re the daughter of Louis Creed; I always wondered when you would come to your senses and start asking questions, “ he said, waving us onto the porch. Have a seat, please.”

“What would you like to know?” He said with kind eyes. “How did this start, sir?” I asked. “Well, Libby, in the 1600s, my tribe came to this land, we settled, and lived a life of happiness, that was until somebody was cannibalized, and buried on the land. That’s when the ground went sour, and we stopped using the grounds. It’s pure evil. I lost my sister in 1960; I was here when Timmy Baterman was killed in the Vietnam War. His father, grieving his son, didn’t tell anyone that Timmy had died, and buried him up there. Timmy came back; He managed to kill my sister, Dan Crandall, Marjorie Washburn, Han Benson, Sheriff Anderson, and even his father before Jud and I were able to put a stop to him. he almost killed Jud’s girlfriend, Norma.” He said.

“Do you know anything about my parents?” I asked. “I only met your dad once, and that’s when Norma died. Jud introduced us at the funeral,” Manny said. “I don’t remember anything, other than memories coming back to me in nightmares here and there,” I said. “And then there’s our stalker, who has been following us for the last 2 days.” Alex piped in. “Stalker?” Manny said, eyeing me carefully. “Yes, we noticed this person yesterday morning, they followed us to the law firm, to the cemetery, and then back to the diner, they’ve been staking out our motel parking lot, but we don’t know who they are or what they want,” I said. “Just be careful, young lady, that town doesn’t like outsiders.” He said. “I’m not an outsider; that was my home for over a year, and I plan to get to the bottom of what happened to my parents and why my adoptive parents lied to me all these years,” I said. “Libs, we should get back on the road, we still have to check in with Dr. Olanda, and go to the library, and it’s almost 11:00,” Missy said. “Thank you, Manny, for all your help. I truly hope to see you again.” I said. “Yes, please come back, you are always welcome.” He said before we returned to the car and headed back to Ludlow.

We arrived back in Ludlow a little after 12:30 and went straight to the library, all taking out newspapers. I started researching my family. “Hey, Libby, look at this. I found something on your father,” Alex said, showing me the paper. That must have been when we first moved here.” I said, flipping through a few more articles, until I went dead silent. “Uh, Alex, is this the guy at our motel room door last night?” I asked, starting to freak out. “Omg that’s him, what’s his name?” She said, grabbing the paper from me. “Libby, he’s dead, that’s Pascow,” Alex said, staring at me with a look of fear on her face. “No fucking way,” Missy said looking at the paper. “Are you sure that’s the guy?” Brad asked with uncertainty. “Yeah, that’s him. It’s no wonder we didn’t hear him walk away or walk down the stairway, or why there was no registration for room 4-A,” I said.

As time went on, we did more research and found articles on the 1960s scandal, the 1989 scandal, and again in 1992. “I think we should get some dinner, sit down, talk about what we found, and try to piece everything together,” Missy said, copying off the last few articles she had found. As we were leaving the library, I noticed someone watching me. “Hey, did you guys notice the guy sitting in the corner in the library? I didn’t at first, but he was listening to our conversation for the last hour or so.” I said as we walked back to Missy’s car.
“I did,” Brad said. He turned and went back, but he was already gone by the time he got back to where we had been sitting.

We quickly left the library and headed to the diner, where I saw the signs that said “Closed for Family emergency.” We ordered food, and once our food came, I could tell Missy wasn’t herself. “Hey Missy, what’s on your mind?” I asked. “I’m just thinking about something, nothing important. Just eat, and then we can talk.” She said, digging into her burger. Something felt super off about her demeanor. We finished eating, as I quickly ran the dishes through the dishwasher in the back, I entered the dining area to see Missy and Brad huddle close together, whispering. “What’s going on?” I asked, making them both jump.

“Libby, sit down, honey. There is something I need to tell you, and this isn’t going to be easy for me to say or you to hear,” Missy said, reaching for my hand. “What do you know?” I asked, looking from her to Alex. “The night your mother died, and came back, you were in Chicago at your grandparents' house, where you had been since the night after your brother's funeral. Your mother came back because she was worried about your father, who had been acting very out of the ordinary. She didn’t know the hell she was walking into, Your mother ended up dying, your father was so distraught that he took her to the Indian burial ground and buried her there, Little did he know she wouldn’t come back the same.
I got a call from your grandparents to go check on your mother and father because you had a nightmare that your mother had died, I walked into my own personal hell. There were fire trucks, cop cars, and media outlets everywhere. There on the ground in safety cuffs was your mother, face all tore up, she looked like she had been chewed up by an animal. She was one of the undead, and I had to witness them execute her a 2nd time.” Missy said.

“What about my father?” I asked. “We’re assuming his body was in the fire that destroyed Jud’s house. Although he only thing that was found was Jud, and Gage.” She said “Gage as in my little brother Gage?” I said in shock. “Yes, they did autopsies on everyone they found including your mother. Your brother had a lethal dose of Morphine in his system, so I’m assuming in grief your father did what Bill Baterman did, and he dug gage up and buried him like he did your mother.” Missy said. “Where is my father?” I said Just then voice came from behind me. “He’s locked up in an insane asylum.” the person said. We all turned to see a young man around Brad and I’s age standing by the door.
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