[forwearemany]

Sharon was buttoning up her coat when the doorbell chimed, damn, she thought, who could that be now, she strode purposefully to the large oak door, and opened it as far as possible, given that it was still chained, she peered through the open wedge and saw a gaunt, and dishevelled man standing there, she instantly recognised him as Burke Dennings, the director of the movie Chris was starring in,” Is Ms McNeil in”, he asked, in that rather familiar clipped tone, “just a moment”, Sharon replied, as she fiddled to free the door from it's shackles, “Hi Burke, come in, Chris is out at the moment, and I was on my way to the pharmacy, for Regan, Ah, replied Burke, “you wouldn't mind if I wait, would you, No, No, of course not, answered Sharon, if you'll excuse me, and with that Sharon left,

 

Burke eyed his surroundings, and noticed how quiet everything was, he noticed the cabinet which housed a decanter of Whiskey, I'm sure no-one will mind, he thought, and helped himself to a generous glass of it, he sauntered over to the leather sofa and eased himself into the comfy seats, he sipped the whiskey, and literally purred, as the warm soothing liquid hit the back of his throat, he thought about filming, but more about his object of desire, Chris McNeil, it was known amongst the film crew and associates that Burke had a particular yearning for Chris, given her single status, and the close friendship they shared, he was hoping that he could take that to a level beyond platonic, and wondered whether Chris had similar feelings, “you're mad man” he said to himself, why would a beautiful woman like Chris, be interested in a man like me, he seemed an unhappy man, did Burke, and yet their was something wonderfully eccentric about him, perhaps that was what Chris liked about him, he enthused, after a while he grew restless, and began investigating other areas of the house, the large study, where he yelled at Karl, the butler, he then thought of Regan, and it was due to that thought he proceeded towards her bedroom,  

 

His foot ascended the first stair, and then another and another, his gaunt frame casting an eerie shadow upon the wall, soon enough he was on the landing, inside the bedroom Regan must have been disturbed at the sound of someone climbing the stairs, she sat up, she licked the dry lips, cracked with sores, her eyes squinting in the darkness, alert, but wary, Denning's shadow seeped under the door, as he clasped the knob, and with a twist released the catch, a shaft of light filtered into the room, and then it was open, Denning's stumbled in, “Hello Regan” It's your mother's friend, Burke, “I've come to see if you're alright, in the moment before realisation, Burke lurched towards the bed, and as he did so, came face to face with pure evil, the scarred face, cracked lips and yellow eyes, he reeled back, unable to take in what he had just seen, the demon cackled, “well, well, who have we here, It's me, Regan, he repeated, Burke Dennings, you know me, “I'm not Regan”, the demon croaked, what business do you have here, Dennings proceeded towards the bed once more, trying to reassure Regan that his intentions were genuine, I had no idea, he said, relating to how ill the girl was, as he neared an almighty whack sent him reeling across the room, the power was almost superhuman, “You want this girl, don't you, filthy drunken bastard, well, she is mine, I have her body and soul, Denning's, dazed, tried to gather his thoughts, he scrambled to his feet, “come on Regan, Burke cried, almost beseeching, I am not Regan, the Demon bellowed, the voice now filled with more menace than before, once more Burke ventured towards the bed, this was to be his last act, the demon sent him reeling once more, this time towards the wide open window, as he fell he reached out to stop himself falling into the abyss below, his head thudded against the wall, he tried to stand, as he did Regan was upon him, he looked right into the eyes of the nightmarish manifestation, it was the last thing he would see, as Regan continued to twist his head a full 180 degrees, the sinews stretched taught, and then suddenly snapped, as his face contorted into a grotesque death mask, Dennings lifeless body fell limp, Regan, now beside the wide open windows, lifted the corpse and tipped it out, Regan watched as the body bounced and tumbled off each step, before lying motionless and bloody at the bottom, a sly grin etched across Regans face, she cackled menacingly at her handiwork, the house fell silent once more.     

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