George Horrocks, Thomas Gillman, Ariel Sims, John Millwood and Ginger Jackson were sat around the table with the Carol’s.
Thomas, the head chef clearly enjoyed not only preparing cuisine but partaking in it as well, a tubby but clever fellow renowned for his cookery skills. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers with a chef’s hat meticulously placed on his head like a crown. He had floppy chalk white hair that could be seen quiet clearly under his hat, he had dark brown eyes and he a short though slightly up facing nose.
Ariel Sims, the only maid that was currently on the island, her attire was that of the stereotypical French maid which was intended to invoke the impression of a classic horror movie. She appeared about 18, or 19; curly dark green hair ran down to just below her eyes and her eyes were a deep hazel.
Ginger Jackson and John Millwood were servers for Gluttony Manor, he appeared to be in his late twenties and she in her early forties. They were both uniformed in a dirty-looking white shirt and trousers with a black apron over the top. She had lime green eyes and his were a dull grey. Her hair was a greyish blue and his was a blondish brown.
They were having a pleasant discussion; well George and the Carol’s were, and the others were smiling politely, until Jeanette and Edward ran in before stopping to a sudden halt. Jeanette almost knocking Edward over in their hurry. They held their knees breathing heavily, both clearly out of breath.
“Is there something wrong?” Queried George getting to his feet.
“They’re dead, all dead.” Answered Jeanette.
“What do you mean they’re all dead?”
“The security team, they’ve been slaughtered.”
“What? That can’t be, I…”
“We saw their bodies with our own eyes, they’ve been gutted like fish.” Asserted Edward.
Horrified gasps radiating from the table as they all absorbed what they were hearing.
“I never thought that this could… I think evacuation would be the safest course of action at this point.” Supposed George.
“We concluded as much sir.” Jeanette stated.
“But how do we go about this?”
“Well our helicopter can take up to four individuals at a time.” Nicolas spoke up.
“Not including the pilots of course.” Mary added.
“Yes of course.”
“Thank you, sir, ma ‘mm. We should begin the evacuation immediately. We will need to worry about personal belongings later, now we must care for our lives but let’s keep this calm and collected. If everyone can get to their feet and we will head outside to the helicopter.”
The group made their way outside onto the lawn of Gluttony Manor, the two pilots were taking a break near the helicopter; one was having a drink of water and the other was having a spoke. The Carol’s approached them and explained the situation. The couple return to the group and the pilots boarded and strapped themselves in. One of the pilots flicked a switch to start the engine and for no obvious reason the helicopter just spontaneously ignited into a ball of flame. The blaze was so utterly consuming that there very little left of the pilots’ bodies, but it burnt itself out in a matter of minutes, clearly a calculated attack intended to kill no one except the pilots.
It took a few minutes for the shock to die down and George stepped up to take control of the situation.
“Right the deputy and I will need to go the administration office so we can contact the mainland. I will leave you all in the capable hands of the sheriff.”
There was no verbal response to this, there were just nods and a few agreeing noises. Edward and George made their way to the administration office by foot, it was a considerable distance but neither wanted to risk taking a vehicle after what happened to the helicopter.
It was nightfall by the time they got to the office building. At an island resort dedicated to Halloween this dull mundane building stuck out like a sore thumb, yet its apparent age did give it a certain spooky air though this was not by design. He unlocked the door with a big rusty key, and it creaked open. It was a small compact building seemingly converted from an outpost of sorts. Inside were several filing cabinets, a telephone and a few computer terminals, nothing fancy. George flicked a switch on the wall to turn on the power to allow him to boot up a computer. He logged in and opened up his email.
“That’s impossible. I didn’t send an email to cancel the ship, but someone did from my account. The ship containing the guests and the rest of the staff and there’s a reply confirming this cancellation.” George told Edward not looking up from the screen.
“Jack… I mean the killer must have gained access to the system somehow.”
“No no no! It can’t be true!”
“What is it?”
“The internet and phone lines on the island have been cut. I can’t send any emails to anyone nor can I use the phone in here to call anyone.”
“What about… I don’t know making a boat?”
“I don’t think anyone has any particular skill that could help with that besides you’ve seen how the waves have been, we’d be drowned before we even got close to the mainland.”
“So it looks like we are stuck here.”
“Yes, it does.”
They tried every day to achieve a phone signal but alas despite trying far and wide across the island no one ever seemed to get one. On the flip side everything had seemed to have calmed down, the Carol’s had taken everything very well and seemed to be in just as in shock as the staff. The Carol’s rather than staying in the private villa they were due to stay in had been staying in the staff accommodation, for their own safety. It was an apartment block which was reasonable but far from the standard of living the Carol’s had become accustomed to though it did remind them of lesser times.
The Bleeding Willow was the name given to the water park of Autumn Falls. Named for the main swimming pool which was fed by the water gushing from the Weeping Willow like return line. The water was tinted red hence Bleeding Willow. On the ten of October however the crimson stream had been interlaced with the real thing. Molly and Nicolas Carol had been murdered, their bodies lying at the bottom of the Willow tap with their entrails stretched out and the ends slung into the hole from hence the water came. Their corpses exsanguinating into the pool below, corrupting it and festering it with the foul excretion of death.
To be continued…