Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 297

Chapter 297: The birth of a child killer.

While they were touched by the tears, the listeners were swollen with curiosity and a desire to know what America had seen in the box.

Connie was rather impatient, and she could not stand the curiosity as always, her lack of manners poured out of her mouth.

“What, what did you see, tell us quickly.”

Normally, someone….an adult, would say something but nobody did this time round. They were too drawn in by the story to do so.

“Hair bows for little girls, strings of hair attached to black tape and three polaroids, pictures of Humphrey with boys whose faces I had seen on the news the previous year. They had all died as a result of freak accidents on the playground.”

Those that watched the news regulars thought back to any child they had seen on the news in the previous year. Phoebe could not recall any as it had been a different year for her, she was struggling with her ability to see ghosts. Grandma Mayfair only had vague memories, David only recalled one boy. Shark and Claire recalled all three boys, for Claire it was because she had autopsied one of those boys.

In Shark’s case it was because he investigated two of the cases, the death of a child at a public playground which was city property was a serious matter. This was done to ensure that the playground was safe and other children and because there were adults at playgrounds.

Parents over their children, nannies on the job, strangers with pure or nefarious intentions.

“The Fog Bureau of Investigation took over the investigation of those cases after the third death. I remember this because for a while whispers about the deaths possibly being linked were going around.

There was a budding theory that a serial child predator was on the loose because the deaths were all two months apart….fuck!” he run a hand through his hair.

“Nobody ever considered the fact that a child was killing other children.” David said.

Phoebe could not sit anymore, she pushed her chair back and moved towards the wall, she found a spot next to the skeleton and leaned against it. If she was a smoker, this would have been the perfect time to smoke.

“What is the world coming to?” Grandma Mayfair removed the ghost seeing glasses and wiped her eyes, she was crying like America.

Claire was hesitant to agree on the child killer theory as the body she autopsied did not show evidence of foul play. She was raking her mind, thinking back on the autopsy and wondering what she had missed.

“I just knew..” America squeaked out. “As soon as i saw those things, I knew. Humphrey Whitlock had come to me as fully grown killer, not a budding one. He had long progressed from animals to people, he was just good at hiding it.

I was in shock, i froze for a moment because I could not fathom what I was looking at. I also had no idea what to do with the things I had found. I could not go to the police because I was on the property illegally and all I had were suspicions. I needed to find more evidence that could be used to nail him and put him away for life.

He was only eleven years old, he had started killing at ten but he is a minor. If he was arrested on circumstantial evidence and my testimony, he was likely to be sent to a juvenile facility for troubled children and teens and he would be released at eighteen.”

Grandma Mayfair gasped, she was the only one in the room surprised by that fact, everyone else was familiar with it, even Connie.

“If he can kill at the age of ten with a small body imagine what he will do at nineteen, twenty or thirty in the body of a full grown man with the strength to match?” Grandma Mayfair asked.

“And he mainly targets women.” Connie reminded them.

She had heard this little tidbit when America was talking to the Saxon spirit, apparently, Humphrey killed more girls than boys. It was not hard to guess why; girls were weaker and easier to target. His own sisters were the perfect example of this.

“I noticed one of the books that I had given him to use as a journal.” America said and they all turned their attention to her. The story was incomplete after all, they still had to find out how she died.

“I put down the box and picked up the journal, in it I found the true inner thoughts of Humphrey, the things he dreamed of doing like cutting his mother’s stomach open the next time she got pregnant so that he could see what was inside.

His favorite sister was Diana because she screamed the loudest when he hurt her. Her blood was beautiful and he dreamed of it often.

I skipped most of the first parts and went straight to the latest entry, it was about a little girl whose nanny was irresponsible.

She often left the girl on her own on her own at the playground and sneaked away with her boyfriend for an hour at least.

He wrote about her bright orange hair and how he wanted to yank on it until the girl cried out for her mommy. He talked about her chubby cheeks that looked big enough to bite off with his teeth….”

“Stop!!” Phoebe suddenly screamed.

The lamp on Claire’s desk shattered with a sound of glass breaking. Everyone else was startled and they jumped back to get away from the lamp.

David rushed towards Phoebe, she had her hands on her eyes, unwilling to listen to the rest of the horrible details of Humphrey’s journal.

“Stop…please stop.” Phoebe begged in tears.

Nobody cared about the lamp anymore, not when Phoebe was crying. Obviously listening to a part of this sordid tale had overwhelmed her emotionally.

David wasted no moment to embrace her as he was the only one that truly knew why she was crying. It was not just about the innocent children Humphrey had killed, it was also about their children.

The statement about the girl crying out for her mommy when she was being hurt was the one that triggered her the most.

“I think we should take a break.” Shark suggested.