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           "Ready or not, here we come." Blondie heard one the creature's laugh, unsure and uncaring of which one it was.
           She made it to the main structure of the church before they followed, happy to play her little game, eager to give her hope before they snatched it away. Emotion was a valuable source and they would cherish its taste.
           "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus," Blondie muttered between aching breaths, unwilling to look over her shoulder. Seeing them once was enough.
           She saw the heavy oak door up ahead and was filled with the hope of sanctuary, the iron cross on the door promising her safety. Her pace was slowing and she paused to cough, the simple action tearing at her chest and her mouth filled with blood.
           "Where are you?" The question echoed off the old walls and Blondie hobbled on.
    She knew they were behind her, the sound of their footfalls against stone giving away their presence. She reached the door and they chuckled as she began to fumble with the key chain at her belt.

           "Do you really believe that God can keep you from us?" The voice was distorted, but she recognised it as Norman.
           Blondie found the key and slid it into the lock, turning it with a grinding of ancient lock mechanism.
           "Let her have her beliefs, soon she will see the true light," chuckled the Sid thing.
           Blondie swung the door open and almost fell into the room, slamming the door and locking it. She moved away and sat against the far wall of what she knew was once, so many years ago, the abbot's rectory. All she had to do was wait until the others arrived and she'd be safe.
           "Let me in." Norman's request was followed by a gentle knocking. "Or we'll huff and we'll puff." She heard them laugh on the side.
           "What are you?" Blondie scream.
           "Hungry," they replied and Blondie's bowel expelled its contents as the door was ripped from its hinges.

Nine

           Harrison arrived early the next morning and sat in his car waiting for the others to arrive. He'd had to make a few phone calls to arrange transport and Megan had sorted out a Park Ranger to meet them when they reached their destination. The very idea of a Park Ranger had made Harrison laugh, something he thought he was no longer capable of.
           Whilst he waited he paged through the note book searching for further clues of the madness he was chasing. What was he doing following up a strangers dream?
            Maria's name in the book had to be a coincidence, didn't it?
           Harrison's instinct told him different and he'd learned over the years to listen to that nagging feeling no matter how crazy it seemed. He had questions and the Ministry (whatever it was) was going to answer them even if he had to beat it out of them.
            But why take the girl called Megan along for the ride?
           For that one he didn't have an explanation, just a gut feeling that he should listen to what she had to say. If he was chasing a wild goose he may as well have someone from the zoo along with him. He knew he was going mad, but he didn't care. Something had happened to his children and he wouldn't rest until he knew what. He owed them that much. He may not have been the best father whilst they were alive, but he could make up for it now.

            Too late.
           Harrison craned his neck and eyed the road leading to the car park and saw the approaching taxi. He tucked the notebook away and climbed out of the car. If nothing else having Megan come with him would give him some company. He felt alone in the world and any human contact was something he craved. Maybe he just needed a friend.
           His improvement in mood didn't last long. The taxi pulled up next to him and he saw that Megan had brought company.
           "Good morning Detective," Megan smiled as she climbed out of