Chapter Twenty Four

‘Is it a necessity for me to believe it?’

I shook my head. ‘What did he save the village from?’

He took a seat behind his desk. He held a friendly smile about him. It was welcoming and warm and I felt drawn to him. I took a seat and leaned forward.

‘You know those silly stories about evil spirits, well apparently there was one in this village,’ he simply said and pushed his spectacles up his nose.

‘Ok. There was an evil spirit in the village. How did that come about?’ My hands were clasped and I felt as if his every word was my breath. If he stopped, I might faint.

‘There was a little boy in the village. Very quiet, they say. Something about him having a spirit because of the way he acted,’ he carried on.

I nodded. ‘How did he act?’

‘My father said something about him dressing up. Seems silly to me. Children dress up all the time. But we’re talking about a little boy here.’

‘Yes, a little boy,’ I whispered out. I was entranced, but papers were being written and filed in my brain. Derek was nice.

‘I can’t remember it all, but they believed in evil spirits, and believed that they needed to get rid of it.’

‘What happened to the little boy?’ I was on the edge of my seat now.

‘He died. My mother was outraged by the way they killed him. My father believed in it all. Of course, he did not know half the story.’

‘But why kill-’

‘Him? Kelly, I think a little bit of History needs to come into the equation,’ he chuckled.

I felt like something boil within me.

‘Are you alright, Kelly? You look distressed.’

My facial expression always gave away what I felt. Only some are lucky to be able to hide their feelings.

‘Kelly?’ He asked again.

‘It’s not amusing to talk of a dead child. One could call it murder,’ I let out through clenched teeth. My eyes were screwed, and I could feel the heat spreading up to my face.

‘Yes, you are right. But, you must accept that during that era that was how things were dealt with. What was right then, can put you in prison today. How many women were accused of being witches? How many drowned or were burnt on the stake? Then you have marriages. How many married for love? How about the age gap between the groom and bride?’

‘But-’

‘No, Kelly,’ he cut in, ‘get angry all you want, but that was life.’

I looked down in shame. He made me feel ashamed of my emotions. Was it wrong of me to feel anger and frustration on behalf of the child?

‘No. No, it’s not,’ Derek answered.

I snapped my head up. How did he know what I was thinking?

‘Anyways, many of the people who lived there at the time still reside there today. I mean like their great great grandchildren. You can add another ‘great’ if you want,’ his smile was back. ‘Shall I tell you a secret, Kelly?’

I moved forward until I could not move any further. I needed to hear it from him.

There was a glint in his hazel eyes. ‘It happened in your house, Kelly. In your house,’ his smile widened.

I jumped up and took in his appearance. Same eyes, same smile.

‘In my house?’ I whispered.

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