The funeral had been two days ago, and Kate Westin still was in her black clothes she had worn to the event.
Marie was her best friend, and Kate was still in shock over the fact that she was gone. It was a dream, no, a nightmare. Marie wasn't really dead, was she? She was going to waltz into the room right now and laugh at Kate's stupidity, especially how she was sprawled out across her bed, gazing up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. No, Marie couldn't really be dead. Marie was immortal and great. Marie couldn't die.
She was startled out of her stupor by the telephone ringing. It had been eerily quiet in her room the past two days, and in the house in general. The telephone ringing was a rare thing. It was her mother who answered it, she could hear them whispering quietly downstairs.
"Kate? You have a telephone call." she called up finally.
A telephone call? The only one who ever called the house phone was Marie.
Kate rolled herself out of bed, falling on her face on the floor. "Ow!" she yelled out. It was her first word in days. After several moments of just laying like this, she pulled herself on her knees and into a standing position. Everything felt as stiff as a piece of wood. But she was at a point where she didn't care anymore. With a sad sigh, she moped her way downstairs.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Kate! You haven't changed out of those clothes yet?? What have you been doing up there?! Never mind that now, Mrs. Kensington is on the phone."
What did Marie's mom want with her? She took the phone and asked "Hello?"
"Hi Kate. It's Larissa." She sounded so sad, so heartbroken.
"Hi Larissa." Kate's mother shot her a look. She disregarded it.
"There's something I wanted to ask you about, and it would be a lot easier if you came over here so I could explain it. Can you be here in half an hour?"
"Um, yeah. Sure. No problem."
"Great. See you then."
The line went dead, and Kate ended the call on her end. "I'm going to Marie's house."
"Not in those clothes you aren't. Go change. Now."
She wasn't in any mood to argue, so she went upstairs and took a quick shower and pulled on jeans, a tank top, and a brown leather jacket. Her red hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and finally she went across the street to the Kensington home. Larissa always knew when she had arrived to do something, and so she opened the door as soon as Kate got up the stairs. She had a brownie on a plate waiting for her, along with a glass of milk. A black, leatherbound journal was next to it, along with a flowery box of Kleenex. Larissa knew exactly what it was Marie and Kate loved for a snack, and she hadn't changed the routine yet. But Kate was in no mood for a delicious chocolate pastry.
"You've been reading her diary."
"I just want to know... why?"
"We all do." she responded as she sat down on the sofa. "May I?" Kate reached for the book, her hand hovering over it and perfectly poised to grab it.
"Go ahead. That's what I was going to ask you about. Did Marie ever mention a tall man in a suit?" Larissa asked as the younger girl flipped through the pages. There were several drawings scattered throughout the book, and the number of pages between the drawings decreased significantly as time went on.
"No. I never heard anything about this." It fell to silence for a moment as she kept flipping. "Do you mind if I borrow this to read more thoroughly? I'm a slow reader and I don't want to hold you up." she asked finally.
Larissa nodded. "Go ahead. You can keep it if you like. I've already read it twice."
Kate nodded. "Thank you." She stood up, grabbed the book and the brownie from the plate, and left.
It took her three days to read through the diary, and each mention of this tall man in the suit was bookmarked with a sticky note. They were less frequent at the beginning, and around the middle, it was all she could possibly talk about. She described it as a faceless demon or something. It made no sense. Then it was all sketches. Finally, the book was closed, and she pulled out her cellphone. There were a few people who could actually understand this nonsense, and lucky for her they were in her contacts. A new text message was opened, and the following was typed in:
I need your help. You'll like this. Come to my house tomorrow afternoon. Bring anything you know about demons.
Then it was time to wait for tomorrow.