One would think that with everyone gone ... having left early in the morning to get a brief respite from that malevolent presence that is evidently bound to their new home ... some semblance of peace and tranquility ... or at the very least some stilled quietness ... could be achieved; if only just momentarily. Afterall...
Beth is currently at the diner using napkins wettened with the undrunk water from a drinking glass to wipe away the sticky, food smeared mess from Anna's face. ...
Martin is currently in his office at work on the phone with the real estate agency that sold them that godforsaken property. ...
And, with Lazinski family currently out and about; that must mean that aforementioned godforsaken property is currently ... unoccupied? ...
No ... absolutely not.
And there is an imminent 'tempest brewing on the horizon'.
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"I know you're out there; you ugly little bitch!! You can't fool me ... maybe I can't see you; but I can feel you!!
Mary has been riled up all morning ... infuriatedly irate ... frantically pacing back and forth along the tree line in a crazed, wild, frenzied state; loudly screaming out at the top of her lungs into the woods abutting the Lazinski's backyard.
"Didn't I already tell you to stay the fuck away from here ... didn't I?!! I told you to go back to the lake where you belong; right?!!
Back and forth, repeatedly tracing her seemingly never-ending steps over and over, following the same singular path ... just like a brooding captive lion or tiger taken away from the vast, sprawling Savanah plains or immense jungles of the Rain Forest and locked up in the tiny space of a confined cage ...with her hands balled up into tightly clenched fists, firmly pressed into the sides of her thighs...
"But did you listen; huh?!! No ... of course you didn't ... you never do; do you, you ugly little bitch?!!"
Mary continues moving up and down the tree line in a furious rage; sharply peering with hawk-like eyes trying to catch even the slightest glimpse of her nemesis concealed somewhere within the densely thick foliage of the woods...
"And just what the fuck was it with that screaming last night; huh?!! What are you, some sort of fucking banshee now?!! Huh ... what was it you were trying to do ... what the fuck were thinking, you ugly little bitch?!!..."
A prominent, almost disfiguringly looking, contorted scowl instantly emerges across Mary's pallid lips as her ire suddenly soars past its threshold...
"I see ... yeah; I see what you're trying to do, you ugly little bitch!! ... And you know what; it isn't happening ... it isn't going to work ... you hear me?!! ... It isn't going to work!!"
Suddenly, in a fraction of a second, out of the corner of her eye, Mary thinks that she's just caught a fleeting glimpse of Chelsea's outline; and immediately charges over to the spot along the tree line which she believes would place her in a direct line with the other ethereal entity. Once there, she screams out...
"I told you ... they're mine!! You can't have them!! So, stay the fuck away from them ... leave them alone!! ... You hear me, you ugly little bitch ... go back to your fucking lake and stay the fuck away from here!! ... Mind your own business; and stay out of myway!!"...
Now, that impish, little sinister grin replaces that contorted scowl, as Mary ... suddenly appearing to be surprisingly calm and having fully regained her 'ice-cold' composure ... tauntingly goads Chelsea...
"But that always was your problem, Chelsea; wasn't it? Even when you were alive, you couldn't help yourself; could you, huh? No; you couldn't ... you always had that annoying tendency of getting in the way ... in everyone's way ... and that's why nobody liked you. Especially your own family; they couldn't even stand you. ... They loathed you. ... Despised you..."
Mary conveys an even more sinister grin, more like a malicious sneer, as she delivers her final ribbing...
"And that ... you ugly little bitch ... is why they didn't give a damn when you died. In fact, they were totally elated that you were finally out of their lives and gone forever."
This was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
Chelsea has been haplessly lingering about those woods near the lake for decades now; a tortured, forlorn soul bound to this earthly plane because of an unresolved conflict between herself and some of those hateful relatives ... those relatives that she is already aware of that they detested her with just about every fiber of their being...
And the last thing Chelsea needed ... or wanted ... was for some little twisted, dark, maliciously spiteful, ethereal brat to needlessly remind her of that fact.
Because, if one were to view this situation from a metaphorical standpoint ... those particular family members had 'stabbed her in the back' ... and right now, Mary is 'twisting that knife'...
And this is pissing Chelsea the hell off.
Enraged ... Chelsea brings forth the 'tempest that was brewing on the horizon' ... this time, in the literal sense.
A clear blue sky hovered above the landscape only moments ago ...
But now, from out of nowhere, thick massive banks of ominous, darkened storm clouds converge over the Lazinski's property; being carried in by a continuous wave of wind gusts, which seem to be growing stronger by the minute.
Shortly, reverberatingly booming claps of thunder echo throughout the immediate area ... as deadly bolts of lightning haphazardly streak against the now jet-black sky; with those elongated, erratically skewed bolts providing the only illumination in the otherwise completely darkened 'canopy' enshrouding the property.
Up above, those thick massive banks of ominous, darkened storm clouds suddenly burst open, releasing a deluge of heavy rain and ping pong ball sized hail, plummeting down to the surface below in a torrential downpour.
Those wind gusts have increased exponentially since they started and have now reached the level of gale force winds. They collide with the falling rain and hail, catching and then propelling them along at accelerated speeds in those rampant currents, moving them volatilely along through the air like a barrage of water and ice 'bullets' dangerously ripping through it.
This display of a fierce, meteorological phenomenon would probably have even the most hardened of storm chasers turn tail and run ... but Mary is far from impressed. To her, the conjuring of this tempestuous storm seems like nothing more than 'a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum'.
Mary starts to once again goad Chelsea by belittling her in a condescending manner. She 'puts on' that impish, little sinister grin across her lips; then shouts out from the tree line into the woods...
"Oh wow, look at that, somebody has managed to learn how to manipulate the weather. Impressive ... not. Big whoop, you can make it rain. That might actually scare me if I were made of mud ... too bad for you I'm not..."
Mary pauses briefly before continuing her 'thread' with an insult of...
"Actually, when you think about it, the only mud around here, you ugly little bitch, is the mud you're always covered in ... you slimy, lake frog."
And as suddenly as the storm began, it disappears; along with any remnants of the elements or damages incurred by them. That clear blue sky once again hovers above the landscape.
With a now super-inflated ego ... so impressed with herself to the point of self-exultation ... Mary gives herself the proverbial pat on the back, and then, while still displaying that 'trade-marked' impish, little sinister grin of hers, cockily calls out...
"So ... is that all you got? How pathetic ... you're going to need to do more than that to beat me."
And with that ... the challenge was more than happily accepted.
Suddenly ... appearing out of nowhere at Mary's feet ... a bloodied, ball-peen hammer.
If Mary had any blood in that metaphysically manifested body of hers, it would all 'drain from her face'; making her even more pallid than she is now.
That grin instantly contorts into an abhorrently twisted disfigurement of a scowl, as her eyes exaggeratedly bulge out to the point where they look like they're about to pop out of their sockets. Her body vigorously trembles ... not from fear ... but from an intense rage coursing through her.
Suddenly ... Mary emits a resounding, blood curdling primal scream, as she wildly dives down to the ground to snatch up the bloodied, ball-peen hammer.
And ... just as it appeared from out of nowhere ... it disappears ... leaving absolutely nothing but clumps of dirt and grass in Mary's clawing grasp.
For the next few minutes, Mary remains on her hands and knees on the ground ... still vigorously trembling with intense rage coursing through her entire dark essence ... displaying that frightful scowl and bulging eyes ... looking as if she's in some sort of crazed, wild state in a convulsive fit, frothing at the mouth...
Then suddenly ... she jumps up and charges over to the edge of the tree line ... and furiously shouts out at the top of her lungs in rage...
"YOU GOD DAMN, UGLY LITTLE BITCH; DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!! ... DON'T YOU DARE FUCK WITH ME!!!"
It takes several minutes, but Mary manages to calm her nerves down to a just angered state. She stomps away from the tree line, heading for the barn. Mary forcefully thrusts open the right-side barn door, then storms into the barn, shouting out...
"Hey ... you still in here? I know you were here the other day; are you still around?"
She waits for a response. Nothing. She starts shouting out again...
"Listen up ... I hope you listen better than that ugly little bitch ... I don't know how she got it; but she better not bring that back around here again, if she knows what's good for her. ... In fact, she better not come back around here ever again."
Again, Mary pauses for a moment to wait for a response. ... Nothing. She ends with an ominously menacing threat...
"Hey ... I'm going to say this just one more time, if she knows what's good for her ... your sister better not mess with me ... or else. She needs to stay away; or be ready to accept the consequences."