IT WAS A COLD SPRING night on the outskirts of Pineville, New York. The trees blew back
and forth from the strain of a brink wind. Instead of finding a hotel, I decided to find
me a place to sleep for the night. After driving for another twenty minutes, I came upon
an old barn and house on some abandoned farm that aroused my interest. Pulling over, I
decided to look a little further on the property. After looking left and right, the coast
was clear for me to get out my car and scope out things.
After leaving the evils of New York, it was relief not to hear gunshots and people
screaming. Before finding a warm place to sleep, I decided to look around in the barn.
In there I found a dusty old army jacket. Feeling the cold wind on the back of my neck,
the coat was a welcome addition to my attire. After looking around some more in the barn,
it was time to go outside. The door creaked loudly as I walked outside. Looking over to
my right, I noticed an old graveyard currently used by a private family. Since studying
the paranormal was one of my major interests, I decided to look a little further.
Strangely, the further I walked toward the graveyard; the ground began to breathe as if it
was a breathing entity. Ten feet from the graveyard, night turned into day. My heart
started to thump very rapidly the closer to the entrance of the graveyard I got.
Suddenly, the wind stopped and it became very quiet.
Using my flashlight, I opened the gate to this primitive graveyard. After the gate shut
behind me, things returned back to normal. By the first appearance, it looked very well
maintained. This told me that someone cared enough to take care of the site occasionally.
After shaking the dust off one of the headstones, I noticed the name, Marge Lizzie Borden
engraved upon it. Could this be a distant relative of the notorious axe murderer Lizzie
Borden? After stepping back, the ground in front of the headstone began to move around.
Dirt flew in the air, as a body rose out of the grave. It looked much decomposed and
smelled bad. By appearance, it looks female. Her eyes as she ran toward me. In haste, I
fled from the gravesite. Strangely, everything went back to normal. I pointed my
flashlight again toward the headstone and then to the front of it. The dirt looked like
it never moved and there was not a body to put the fear of god in me. Since the graveyard
showed me some excitement, it was time to investigate further.
After shaking the dust off my pants, I opened the door through a broken window. The
house smelled of dust and dirt. While walking into the living room, an eerie cold breeze
blew across the room, causing the hair stand up on the back of my neck. In the past,
while in college and studying to be a criminalogist, I studied spirits and visitations,
which was one of the requirements for my degree. Judged by my education, the cool breeze
meant that a spirit was close by. While looking at an old desk, I noticed an old news
clipping dated August 6, 1892, which was two days before the Borden Murders. I opened a
drawer of the desk and found an old picture. This again told me to investigate further.
After walking into the bedroom, I froze in fear. Lying on the bed was an old man. You
could see the fear in his eyes. Expressions told me he was pleading for his life.
Standing above him stood a longhaired blonde woman with an axe in her hand. She chopped
the man’s body repeatedly. Blood squirted all over the walls. Being nude, she smeared
blood all over her voluptuous body. The man shook as if he was having a seizure.
Suddenly, the women stopped and looked over to me. Her eyes were a very bright red and
yellow. With her naked body, she ran toward me with her axe held high in the air. I
stepped back into the hallway. Blood dripped from her axe as she stood there looking at
me. The moment she reached the hallway, a yellow light appeared and blocked her away.
Within seconds, all of what I saw disappeared before my eyes. I went back into the room
and took a mirror and a shaving razor. It looked like it was made of solid gold.
The murders happened in Fall River, Massachusetts and not Pineville, New York. How could
this be? I decided to look out of the window of the bedroom. Weirdly, a sign appeared
across the river that ran in front of the building. It said, “Espirito Santo Catholic
Parish established, August of 1798.
Peering at my watch, I noticed the date of August 4, 1892. The murders occurred this
same day. In haste, I walked out of the room and went outside of the house. There was no
river and the date of my watch said August 4, 2008. Could this be a window of evil?
Could this be a gate into another paranormal dimension? Standing lighting a smoke, I felt
like this situation was one hell of a state of confusion. I took the mirror, the shaving
razor and some other items to study them.
After firing up the car, I headed into town, which was twenty minutes away. Pineville
was a modest population of 4,000 people. It had three hotels, which made it easy to find
a room. Many of the buildings were very old and declared as historical landmarks, which
meant nobody could ever tear them down. After driving for another ten minutes, I rented a
room for at least two weeks at the Pineville Inn. It was time to investigate how the
Borden Family ties into the town of Pineville. It was about two in the morning and time
to sleep for the night. In the morning, I had planned to go to the local library and see
if some old news clippings could shed some light on this new case. I lit a cigarette and
relaxed for a few minutes. Reaching into my ice chest, I pulled out an ice cold Pepsi,
which was very delightful to my taste buds. After twenty minutes went by, I found myself
very sleepy and tired. I turned the lights out and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I decided to start on the second day of my vacation from the Big Apple.
Being a C.S.I; kept me quite busy and very little time on my hands. However, some of the
skills obtained on the job might prove useful in solving this mystery. Feeling hunger
pains it my stomach, I went to the local diner and ordered some coffee and breakfast. To
my luck, I noticed today’s paper was there for my viewing. I had noticed some weird
unsolved murders occurring in this area. One of the bus boys brought me my coffee and
breakfast. Suddenly, a man wearing a law enforcement uniform came up to and attempted to
have a conversation with me. He appeared to be in his late 50`s and had a short well
shaven moustache and balding gray hair. Looking up to him, I noticed that he could at
least be 6`2 and around 290 pounds.
“Are you from around these parts?” He asked.
“No, I’m not sir, my name is Colton Phillips. I’m a C.S.I out of New York that is trying
to enjoy some vacation time, which I haven’t taken in years.” I said.
“Well that sounds good; I’d noticed that you were looking at the crime report in the
Daily Pineville Herald.” He said.
“Yeah, I’m an avid reader and like to keep up on all the news in the area where my
vacation is taking place.” I said.
“That makes sense; well if you have any questions or I can help with anything my office
is right across the street from here.” He said.
“Well actually I do have a quick question. Where is your local library?” I asked.
“That is a question that I could answer. Once you go out the door, you take a left and
walk down about three blocks. It does not open until 10:30 a.m. Oh by the way, my name
is Sheriff Tom Wilson.” He said.
“Well thanks for the information sir and I’m very glad to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine son, you have a good day now ya hear.”
“Don’t worry I plan on it Tom.”
I did not want to reveal to him what I found and discovered at the Borden Ranch. After
all of the information had been collected, then it would be a good time to approach him
and ask for assistance in this matter. After finishing my meal and paying for it, I
walked out the door of the diner, lit a smoke, and walked toward the library. I looked at
my pocket watch and noticed the library would not open for another twenty minutes.
After arriving at the entrance of the library, I sat on a bench to wait for it to open.
It was time to find out more about the Borden Ranch. How did this eerie family get
involved with the citizens of this small town? Before I knew it, the doors of the library
opened and I went inside. This first places that I wanted to look were the obituaries and
read more about them. In addition, it would be good idea to look at a copy of the deed to
the ranch. By viewing this information, I could possibly determine how it relates to
Lizzie Borden. To my luck, the library had microfilm with old obituaries since the year
1800s. It would be in the range of time I was looking for. Within ten minutes, I found
the obituary that listed Marge Lizzie Borden. It turned out that Marge Lizzie Borden was
the daughter of Lizzie Borden out of Fall River, Massachusetts. To my luck, I found a
microfilm that had a copy of her birth certificate. It turns out that Lizzie’s father was
listed and the father of Marge Lizzie Borden. This told me that her father had molested
Lizzie Borden and she bore a child, which may have been her motive to kill her parents.
Since the family was somewhat well off, they arranged to have the child moved and raised
in Pineville, New York. By looking at the deed to the ranch, it turned out that Lizzie
Borden had a brother who lived and died in the town of Pineville. It was good to get some
answers to this discovery. It was time to decipher the vision of Lizzie killing her
father and the corpse that came out of the gravesite.
My gut told me to go back to my room and see what was going on. I printed all the
information and left the library. After going outside, I noticed that the wind was
blowing a little harder, which meant a storm might be in the forecast. Within ten minutes
I was back in my room. Something told me to go through the items found at the Borden
Ranch.
To my surprise, all of the items were missing with the exception of the picture. I
figured while eating breakfast or being at the library, one of the housekeepers probably
took the items. If I had asked about them, they would probably deny everything. The
mirror, which was the most fascinating item to me, deserved some more investigation. With
my laptop nearby, I decided to surf the web and study the mirror and the razor. After
about ten minutes, I found out that the mirror belonged to Lizzie Borden herself. It was
a gift from her father on one of her birthdays. The shaving razor appeared to be one by
Lizzie’s father. The mirror itself could symbolize many things. Could the mirror be a
way for Lizzie Borden to enter this dimension from the spirit world? Could she be passing
on a curse to the owner of the mirror? The razor could symbolize death or the cutting of
something. Thinking about it, told me that someone taking these items might have been a
blessing in disguise. I decided to take a shower and let some of this information digest
in my mind. Would this be a working vacation? Could some of the unsolved murders of this
town be a window of opportunity for me to learn more? The water felt very good to me as I
cleaned my body of all the dust from the Borden Ranch.
While showering, I thought of all of the possibilities of what could happen with this
curse. During my college days, research showed that spirits do have a way of coming into
our existence. From experience, I found that every time a vacation was on the horizon. A
mystery would always find its way into my path. After the hot water ran out, I jumped out
of the shower, dried off, and went and sat on the bed.
* * * *
Meanwhile back at the residence of Maria Pena.
AT THE RESIDENCE OF Maria and Joseph Pena, Mr. Pena was taking a nap on their king-sized
bed. Maria had just finished a shower and was brushing her hair by using a mirror made of
solid gold. It glistened and she saw her reflection. The environment seemed to be serene
and calm. Maria could hear husband snoring up a storm. Suddenly, a blonde nude woman with
blood over her bare body appeared in the reflection of the mirror. Maria sat there with
her mouth gapping open. Secretly, she had a fetish to be with another woman. Suddenly
Lizzie Borden appeared out of the mirror and into the room.
“You are very sexy Maria.” Lizzie addressed her with a smile.
“You are not so bad yourself.” Maria answered.
Suddenly, Lizzie’s eyes began to glow as she stared coldly at Maria. The expression on
Maria’s face became very blank as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Lizzie pointed to an
old hunting axe that her husband used. Maria bent over and picked up the axe. She walked
over to her husband, who was lying there peacefully sleeping. A chilling smile played
about Lizzie’s lips as Maria raised both hands high in the air. The handle of the axe
made out of cherry wood gleamed in the light. Suddenly, Lizzie entered into Maria’s body,
possessing her. The long handled axe came down on Mr. Pena’s neck of. His head lolled to
the left side of this body. Blood sprayed to the headboard and all over the wall. She
raised it again and sunk the axe deep inside her lifeless husband’s stomach. Blood shot
directly towards Maria naked body. Suddenly, Lizzie walked out of Maria’s body and went
back into the mirror, immediately disappearing from Maria’s sight. The hypnotic
expression left Maria’s face. She stood there with an empty look on her face. Mr. Pena’s
body began to shake and seize in front of her eyes.
“What have I done?” A sudden gut-wrenching scream broke from her.
Her husband’s body ceased and remained its own blood. She began to weep bitterly while
throwing the axe to the floor as thoughts of terror whirled through brains. While
whimpering and distraught she walked over to her nightstand and grabbed her husband’s gold
shaving razor. While staring at her husband she slit her wrists and ran the razor across
her throat. Blood shot everywhere as Maria collapsed on the mutilated torso of her
husband. Within ten minutes, she died in their bedroom.
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