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Pet Sematary Don't go chasing Nursery Rhymes	By : TonksLupin2011 & FionaFletcher91 Category: M through R > Pet Sematary 2 Views: 55 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"It Got away from him that Numb Shit.-Ellie Creed."
In her past she was Ellie Creed, she is only known to her family and friends as Libby Michin, she doesn't remember her past life before the age of 8, when she was adopted and moved to San Jose California. She has always asked where she came from, and what happened to her former family, but has never taken her families love for granted. After a huge family event, the gates open and she becomes even more curious, at 20 years old is she old enough to understand what is dragging her back to that small Maine town that once destroyed her life?
I sit in my car in front of the church; my sister's car pulls up. "Damn Alex, it took you long enough, I've been here for an hour, only you would be late to get ready for your own wedding rehearsal." I said as I got out of my car. "My tire was low again, I had to wait for Dad to bring me an air tank, plus you know me Lib, I am never early or even on time for anything in my life." She said with a laugh.
A few hours later we were having a sister talk when I stumbled over a headstone. "Victor Pascow 1969-1989." I said out-loud. "You know I remember you coming to live with us, and you had horrible nightmares about someone named Pascow, mom and dad thought it was an imaginary friend, eventually you stopped waking up screaming in the middle of the night, but it was years that you were scared of the dark, scared of cemeteries, I was 11 and it was scary for me, I wanted my sister to be ok, and in time you were. But to see his name it might hinder you to do some research, find out what he was to you in your former life."
My sister's wedding was beautiful and after a year and a half of planning my 21-year-old self was going back to normal daily life, I put the whole Pascow thought out of my mind and started studying for finals. It was 4 weeks after the wedding when I walked into my apartment to find a letter from a Law firm in Maine. Clearly confused, I had never been to Maine, I grew up in New Jersey until we moved to San Jose when I was 9.
I called my parents and informed them of the letter I had received from the law firm, and they went silent, but soon my mom spoke "Can you bring it over for us to see, I think we need to talk."
a few hours later I was sitting at my parents table with them sitting across from me. "So, my parents died in a murder suicide? Why did you tell me it was a car accident all these years?" I asked. "You were so young when we started fostering you, and we didn't have any information of what your former home life was like, were you abused, were you molested, did you watch the murder happen, You were so terrified, waking up screaming in the middle of the night. The fire and Daddy, and then there was Pascow." My mom said opening a folder. "Pascow? Alex said I had nightmares about Pascow." I said
"You did, but we thought it was just nightmares. They eventually went away, and you became a well-adjusted happy 9-year-old." my dad said with a sad smile. "Pascow wasn't an imaginary friend, he's a real person, Alex and I saw, well at first I tripped over his headstone at the church where we had Alex's wedding." I said looking at my parents. "That can't be, he was just nightmares you had as a child." My mom said coloring draining from her face.
"Did you know the identity of my biological parents when you adopted me?" I asked.
"All we were told is he was a doctor, and she was a stay-at-home mom, we don't have names or ages or locations." My dad said, "Well I have a location now, what about grandparents, family, friends, anyone in my past that has tried to even reach out to me."
I asked. "No, no family to take you in, no family friends, nothing, you became a ward of the state in 1989, and we started fostering you in 1990, adopted you in 1993." My mom said handing me some court documents showing my adoption was approved and signed off on.
I left my parents' house even more confused than when I got there. I called Alex on my way home and asked her to meet me at my apartment. She met me there. I relayed everything to my sister that our parents had told me, she sat there and listened. " So, your biological parents didn't die in a car accident? What about Pascow, did you mention him? She asked setting a cup of hot tea in front of me. "Yeah, they didn't know he was a real person, well not until I told them about tripping over his headstone, they said my biological dad was a doctor." I said before going into the living room and turning on my computer. "What are you doing?" Alex asked "Research, He was a doctor in Maine right, murder suicide, shouldnt it come up in documents?"
We sat for 3 hours and went through every news article close to Bangor Maine, and we found nothing. Not even a name. Finally, we saw something for a small maine town,
"Ludlow Maine. 2-year-old Gage Creed was pronounced dead at 3:45 p.m after being hit by a semi on a country road. Dated June 15,1989." I read outloud. I looked to Alex who looked horrified. "Could that be connected?" She asked.
I did some more research and by the previous day I had the name of the grandparents I had the name of the grandparents, Irwin and Dory Goldman, they were from Chicago. I wasn't for sure if they were even still living, but I decided to hop on a plane and fly to Chicago.
I had Alex go with me for support. We settled into our hotel room, and I made plans to look them up and call before I just showed up.
I dialed the number I found, and I didn't get an answer. "Just go over there, if they aren't your grandparents, then we will find out when we get there, but it doesn't hurt to try." Alex said watching me from the corner of the room.
We hopped in a cab and rode about 25 minutes deeper into the city. When we pulled up, it was a small house. I got out and knocked on the door. but there was no answer. As I was walking away, I heard a voice "Can I help you?" I turned to see a neighbor staring at me. "Yes, I was wondering if this was the Goldman house?" I said "Yes, but Mr. Goldman died about last yearand Mrs. Goldman went out for the morning, can I ask what this pertains to, she doesn't get many visitors." She said. "Do you know when she will be back, we are only here until tomorrow, and there are somethings I would really like to talk to her about." I said. "I can call her and ask, but I am not sure if she took her cellphone with her." She said walking back into her house. She returned a few minutes later. "She will be back in about 10 minutes if you girls just want to wait.
It wasn't long before a car slowed down and pulled into the driveway. She turned the engine off and slowly got out of the car. "Hi Robin, are these the lovely ladies you were talking about?" She asked with a sad smile. "Yes, I am sorry I called you home, but they said they really needed to talk to you and will only be in Chicago until tomorrow." She said "Hi, I'm Libby, and this is my sister Alex, I am so sorry I bombarded you with a visit, but I was adopted in 1991, from what my parents told me they took me in January of 1990, Fostered me until August of 1991 when the officially adopted me, I would wake up screaming from nightmares." I said before she cut me off. "I am confused as to what this has to do with needing to visit me." She said looking confused. "Sorry I'm getting to the reason for our visit. My sister got married a month ago and while we were in New Jersey, I came across a headstone with a name that struck a nerve, I also received a letter in the mail from a law office in Bangor Maine, after that I started doing research, I think I may be your in granddaughter, I think my father was ." I said that's when I noticed the color in her face change. "You girls are sick, I get so many people coming here asking questions, some even claiming to be Eileen, none of them ever are, do you know how hard it's been since the death of my daughter and my grandchildren, you need to leave my property, and I can't stress this enough, do not come back." She said opening her back door. "Mrs. Goldman, I truly believe I am Ellie, I have no other reason of being here, I'm a college student, never knew where I came from, who I belonged to, all I knew is a tragic event took my parents, and now my little brother, Please I have a picture of me from the year I was adopted." I said pulling the photo from my purse.
Her face changed, a gasp came from her mouth. "Oh my, you are my beautiful Ellie, how did you?" She said tears in her eyes before her arms reached for me, pulling me into a hug.
"What can you tell me about my parents; do you have any photos of them?" I asked.
"I do, so your researched brought you to Chicago, where are you living now?" She asked as she walked from the room and soon came back. "San Jose California, we moved there when I was 9, I just finished my freshman year of college and will be going into Premed next fall." I said sitting down at her table as she placed a cup of hot cocoa in front of me and Alex, and a photo in front of me.
We spent hours talking to my grandmother, the next morning we set out for the airport, on the way to O'Hare, Alex looked conflicted. "So, what do you want to do with the information?" She asked. "I need to know more, something feels off, I know grandmother wouldn't lie but I am so confused." I said before our cab dropped us off. "So, what do you want to do? "Alex said as we walked into the airport. "I don't know, I'm conflicted and confused and so out of sorts." I said pulling my suitcase behind me. "Are we doing this?" She said knowing my sister was fully behind me.
Alex and I made our way to the ticket counter and booked us 2 tickets for Bangor Maine.
We were racing to make our gate and made it just in time. We started descending into the Bangor airport and I started to feel strange, like a dark looming force was weighing on me.
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