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"My Isabella”



-15th Century-



“Mistress from the Isles of Iona”



The moon shines down upon the village, creating deep shadows in the crest of the doorways and alleys… The nightly air is clouded and filled with a heavy mist, which leaves one’s skin damp and clammy…

A dark image looms in the shadows and awaits the innocents of the hour to wander by; stalking for the correct moment to slay the prize… Meek and cautious, a young woman made her way down the streets toward the solitude of the inn… The figure emerges from the shadows… “Oh, you startled me”, she spoke… “How’s your night doing? You shouldn’t walk these streets alone… May I accompany you?” “That would be nice… Thank you!” The two disappear into the night’s shadows…

The morning arises… The sun’s rays barely breaking through the heavy mist that always seems to linger upon the rooftops… The stillness of the night is awakened to the whistles and screams of the village… “This is the 3rd murder to our town, in the past two weeks!” Says the Inspector… The victims are always young women and they are bled out, but no pool where they lie; and no sign of any marks and/or contusions… It’s a true mystery… The town’s Constable says to double the night’s patrols, but with our limited forces it is still difficult to watch all the alleys… “Curfew Enforced”, the ‘Baile’s Post’ reads… Not giving many details to the townsfolk… “We don’t need to cause a panic, nor give this killer the attention desired upon!” Says the Inspector…

Weeks pass, even months, and the nights have maintained safe and quiet… “It seems as though this stalker has moved on!” Says the Constable… “Or is just not showing any interest for awhile, to throw off the town’s guard”, the Inspector interrupts…

It’s in the time of autumn’s eve, and a woman with the reddest hair ever seen enters the village… She has pale beautiful skin; almost flawless… Her hair is let down, flowing across her shoulders… Such a unique style for 1426… The Inspector is captivated by her… “Where’d this vision of beauty come from”, thought the Inspector…

Without a sound, she walked passed him… Not just without any spoken words, but with no sound or scent… Just nothing, as though no one was even there… She entered an inn, bought a room, and disappeared into the shadows of the walls...

The Inspector asked the keep what name she used… “Isabella” was all she wrote… “She paid for the whole month”, said the inn keep… She must be of great wealth… No one person in the entire village has as much… “Which room did she take?” The only room that has always remained opened, out of the 14 rooms available… The 6th room on the top loft… It was strange to even see a flame burning from this window…

Everything said to stay away, this could not end well for anyone… This lady brought nothing but death… It followed her around, with every shadow and crack, you could feel death’s hand upon her; guiding her though life…

But the Inspector could not keep his distance; something drew his attention to know more… He was overwhelmed with the intrigue nature of this “Red Witch”, as the townsfolk have so named her…

Following her around he has been getting closer to knowing this mysterious creature; only to lose her in the shadows and darkened alleyways… “Constable, I must learn of this “Witch”, says the Inspector… “Maybe say knows or has a thought of the happenings of our village… It cannot be coincidence that she’s arrived here as she had!”

It has been 4 days since the “Red Witch” has entered our quiet town and this night would bring back the curse upon us ones more… But this time we find 2 young ladies and their companions slain as well… Still again, drained out and no blood on the scene… In the morning, the Lady Isabella this time was questioned, but she was seen all night at a central pub… Many witnesses saw her in and out all night – with only minutes between disappearances… “She had no time to do these vicious acts!” claimed many of the townsfolk; though they wish it was of her… It would solve so much…

“This day would be the day for me to speak with this Lady of mystery”, the Inspector told the Constable… “I will find out the mysteries hidden with this “Red Witch!”

The Inspector went to the 6th room on the 2nd loft, and knocked on its door… Nothing! He knocked again and as he turned his head away; only for a second, there she was standing before him – door wide open… “What is it you desire of me this time Inspector?!” She proclaimed, with irritation in her voice… “I do not find it settling that you have set yet your sights upon me once again! This could be construed as harassment, dear Inspector…” “Some regions have hanged a man for less…” “But wait! There is something I find in you that arouses my suspicions in you, dear Inspector… Stay!”

He enters the room, ignoring all his gut instincts that say to avoid this Lady… The door slams shut behind him and she is already sitting across the room in a tall-back chain in the corner… There is a desolate chill in the air and a musty mist which never seems to leave the floor or walls… “May I light a candle?” asks the Inspector, but before he has a chance the wicks disappear and only the melted wax remains… “I would prefer it to remain as it is – the bright light burns my eyes… An accident I sustained as a young child…” She proceeded to interject…



Walker Young McQuillan



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