We entered quickly but saw nothing.
Pausing to listen.
“MOVE MOVE MOVE!!”
We split into groups.
I went up, followed by several armed officers.
(yes, they should have been in front of me)
A small child appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Where are they!?”
He simply pointed down the hall toward a door.
I motioned for him to head outside quickly.
Then we quickly headed for that door.
I kicked it in.
(the following is the witness transcript detailing William Little’s first-hand account)
William, after hearing strange noises, investigated by opening a door. As it unlatched a strange smell passed his nose. It nearly made him retch. As the door cracked open further he began to make out shapes. Then he saw her. Tied to the bed from all four limbs, she was gagged and blindfolded. She was also very naked.
Tears began to well up in his eyes, it blurred his vision. Then another shape appeared. A large shape loomed over Becky (the babysitter). The man who towered over her held something in his hand, it glinted light reflecting from the dim table lamp. He squinted to make out what it was.
The man held whatever it was over his head and began to chant.
“HIS WILL BE DONE – HIS WILL BE DONE!”
William suddenly recognized the voice. How could it be? No! It couldn’t be. His head was spinning now. He shook his head. He couldn’t allow this. He must do something. He must SAY something to end this horrible vision. He felt a small tremor in his throat. He formed the word. But nothing came out. He tried desperately to conjure up the word and the tremor grew into a pain.
The knife flashed. He took a deep breath ignoring the stench from the room. The boy who had never spoken reached out.
William watched as his father turned to look at him. He almost didn’t recognize him. He looked like someone or something else for a moment. Then he saw his eyes change. They each reflected each other in that moment of mutual recognition.
Robert Little seemed to return to his senses. He looked at the large knife in his hand and immediately threw it down. He also noticed his own nakedness but did little to cover himself. A greater realization took over. He saw the girl tied to the bed, gagged and blindfolded. She too was naked. He covered her with a blanket and sobbed.
(Robert seemed to be having an argument with himself)
Robert grabbed his head in apparent pain. William reached out.
“No, son. Leave me.”
“YOU WILL OBEY YOUR MASTER. RELEASE HER!! KILL HER!!”
“Aaargh” he grabbed his head again and sank to his knees. “NO! I won’t. . .!”
William again tried to go to his father.
“Son, NO, please. I don’t want you to get hurt. Leave. NOW!”
“THE KEEPER MUST DIE!! KILL HIM!! OBEY!!”
William froze with fear. Robert Little was at war in his mind.
“I WON’T DO IT!” He screamed at no one.
“YOU WILL OBEY!! YOU MUST OBEY YOUR MASTER!! YOU ARE WEAK AND FOOLISH. ONLY I, SCORPIUS, COMMAND YOU NOW. MY WILL BE DONE!”
“No! I won’t. This MUST end now.” Mr. Little’s voice was much calmer.
“The lord is my shepherd I shall not want. . .”
William knew this verse. This was a sad verse but one that brought peace to the afflicted and sick. Was his father sick?
“He makes me lie down in green pastures. . .” The Reverend reached for the knife glimmering on the floor.
(from outside the room – “MOVE MOVE MOVE!!”)
“He leads me beside calmer waters, he restores my SOUL!” He held the knife in front of him.
With a sorrowful look at his son he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Then he plunged the knife into his own throat.
(End witness account)
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