The Kids of Barrie Park Pt. 2

Liam grinned at Chantal from across the table at Bev’s Diner which was most assuredly not Dona Habana. Chantal frowned and gave him as mean a look as she could summon but it was not as mean as she could get. It just made Liam’s smile wider as he leaned back and sipped his coffee. Chantal had tried to stop him from pouring some whiskey from his flask into it but eventually opted to have him pour some in hers as well. Funerals gave her a chill and she felt like she needed to be a bit number.

“Don’t give me that look,” Liam said. “It’s not my fault that Dona Habana was closed for the day.”

“I am going to go ahead and blame you anyway,” Chantal said. “There’s not much you can do about that.”

“I suppose there’s really not,” Liam said. His fingers twitched, ready to grab a cigarette but it had been banned inside of restaurants. He would have waited outside and smoked a quick one but he was hungry and he really wanted to talk to Chantal all of a sudden. “I’ll take the heat.”

“You’ve always played the villain,” Chantal said. “You’re not as bad as you pretend to be.”

“Time will tell,” Liam said with a shrug. “Look, about what we were talking about earlier. I was trying to make a point.”

“You did not make it, then,” Chantal said. “I heard a lot of talking but not a lot of sense. Want to try again?”

“I’m serious, Chant,” Liam said. “I think we might actually be in danger.”

“Elaborate,” Chantal said. “I want to hear this conspiracy theory now. Dazzle me with your bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Liam said. “What got me started thinking was that the two of them died really young. Very sudden. Sometimes things just happen but what if it’s not a coincidence?”

“What do you mean?” Chantal asked. “

“You’ll recall that night, right? When those people kidnapped us and the other kids and brought us to Barrie Park. You know what they were trying to do right?” It had been decades since the event but some of the emotions and memories were still rattling around in Liam’s head. Terror and trauma had certainly made sure some of those imprints remained while some other stuff was washed away.

“Nobody knows what they were trying to do,” Chantal said with force. “They all died in the shootout with the police. There was nobody to question. They were all just crazy.”

“No doubt they were crazy,” Liam said. “but you must have heard the whispers just like I did. There are a few things I overheard while we were tied up and from the cops talking that I only recently remembered. Some bad dreams brought them back. I think that it was some kind of ritual. I think they were trying to sacrifice us to something.”

“Sacrifice us to what?” Chantal asked, a worried look creeping over her face. “and why? What’s worth killing children for?”

“I don’t know,” Liam said. “but my guess is power, money, or both. They obviously didn’t get it done.”

“Get to the part where we’re in danger,” Chantal said. “So far I’m not impressed. Those creeps are all dead so it’s long over. i don’t play with ghost stories.”

“What if it isn’t over?” Liam asked. “What if that’s a mistake the cops and our parents made? Maybe we should have been investigating this the whole time. Maybe the members of that cult weren’t all killed or maybe something else is starting to hunt us down?”

“Something else?” Chantal asked. “You don’t believe that some boogeyman or evil spirit is actually out there?”

“I don’t know what I believe but have you ever experienced anything weird since that night?” Liam asked. “Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chantal said. “After all the reporters got bored, my life returned to normal.”

“Bullshit,” Liam said. “Ever since that night, I’ve felt something strange. Sometimes when I touch things with my right arm, I get sort of thoughts or impressions. I used to think they were hunches but there’s no way I would have made some of the leaps I’ve made. I think it’s mind powers or magic or something.”

“Really?” Chantal asked. “That’s what we’re going with?”

“That night the one thing I remember really clearly is a bright blue-white light,” Liam said. “It was brighter than anything I saw before or since then. It felt otherworldly. I think that was something. I don’t know what it was but when the cops started shooting, something big exploded and the light was gone and my arm was injured.”

“I do remember the light,” Chantal said softly, voice trembling slightly. She was suddenly looking through Liam before she shook herself from what almost looked like a trance.

“Tell me you never experienced anything weird then,” Liam said. “Tell me honestly.”

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