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Források: Békésmegyei Közlöny, 53. évf. 76. sz. (1926. április 4.), Üdvözlet Békés-Csabáról (Békéscsaba: Typografika Kft., 2005)

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Források: Békésmegyei Közlöny, 53. évf. 76. sz. (1926. április 4.), Üdvözlet Békés-Csabáról (Békéscsaba: Typografika Kft., 2005)
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Beyond the Midnight Killers: Chapter 7: His Past
Warnings: Cussing, suggestions of violence, blood
The darkened room illuminated by a strange crystal shows a little boy sleeping in his bed. “I wonder how your little boy would handle some more nightmares,” he says with a wicked smirk plastered on his face as he turns his sinister smile to the women tied up. “What do you think sweetheart? Should I mess with him some more or would you like to give me what I want?” he says, bending down in her face. However, her focus remains strictly on the boy in the crystal, loud whimpering sounds muffled by the gag escape her mouth. A large, rough hand grabs her chin forcing her to meet his eyes, “What’s it gonna be sweetheart? Another torturous night for the child you so desperately love or are you going to tell me where it is,” his voice grows angry and impatient. The woman shakes her head loose from his hand, eyes growing cold, staring directly at him, challenging him. “Fine, you still wanna play, let's play.” A dark cloud surrounds the crystal showing multiple scenes of her dying in different ways. She begins to jerk and scream. The chair she is tied to falling over in the process. “Oh, don’t worry this is just a preview for what he is going to see. Since breaking you isn’t going to work, your precious child is going to suffer the consequences.” The dark cloud absorbs into the crystal. The scene of the sleeping boy taking its place again. The dark mist crawled along the floor inching its way towards the boy. The woman screams through her gag, tears fall profusely down her face. Just as the mist reaches the boy’s hand a blinding burst of light consumes it. A man runs into the boy’s room alarmed but the crystal goes black. “That fucking bastard!” he screams shaking the building. Pounding over to the woman he lifts her and the chair up-right, “You are going to tell me where it is or I’m gonna rip you apart piece by piece. Aren’t you worried about what will happen to your little boy if you don’t make it out of this,” he says outraged as he rips the gag off. “We both know you have no intention of letting me go. Rip me apart, you will never find what you want whether I am here or not. Besides, my little boy seems to be in good hands anyways,” she says brazenly. “Ok, let’s play this the hard way. Your boy won’t last long in those monsters’ hands. I’m gonna make sure you're alive to see him get ripped apart by the very things you think will protect him. But, first how about a little fun,” he whispers in her ear, grabbing a knife and tracing it along her skin, a trail of blood lining its path.