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Te Deum

Te Deum


She has come back. This wasn’t the first time she attacked. We first saw her around the early sixties. There were three of us then: Angus, a girl named Mina, and me. We stayed in my father’s summer home that year. Angus lived in the house next door to us. Mina lived in the house with father and me.

Mina was a frail girl in our childhood. She always looked so pale. Her white blonde hair came down to her shoulders. She always wore white. Mina didn’t talk much either. Angus had to be the first one to talk to her. Aside from him and me, she didn’t seem to try and associate with anyone. That was probably why she became a victim.

That first summer was when we first saw her. It started out with strange dreams. We all had the same dreams. They always started out the same. A sea of fog surrounded us. No sound anywhere. We couldn’t see anything. I didn’t think we were anywhere at all.

But then, there it was.

We couldn’t see the face. But we heard the voice. Something about it chills my bones. It sounded so childlike. We could barely make out what that voice was saying.

“Come and play with me,” they said.

Mina felt it the worst. She tried to act like everything was normal. Her smiles looked too forced.

“You heard it too, didn’t you?” Angus whispered to her. Mina turned to him with giant eyes. She didn’t have to say anything. We couldn’t figure out what this was? It didn’t feel like just a dream. I wanted it to be that but that wasn’t possible. Mina kept feeling it the worst.

It took six days for her to be taken. She looked like she was drowning. My father kept her into his office to study her. I caught get him to tell me too much about her. I still don’t have all of his notes. (He kept them out of my reach even when I was a child.) Angus and I listened to him talk to her behind the door. He did most of the talking.

“How are you today, Mina?” my father would ask.

No response.

“Are you still having dreams?”

No response.

“Take your time if you have to.”

No response.

“Alright then.”

That was how their sessions went. Mina never spoke. One time, I saw her looking out the window as my father continued to talk to her. I asked what was wrong but he wouldn’t answer.

“It’s really bad,” was all that he would say. But I could tell that he knew I had a hunch.

“Stay by her,” Father told me. “She really needs you.”

“Alright,” I said.

Mina and I couldn’t have been more opposite. She grew up in a poor family. Her mother worked for us, in fact. Father was the one who invited Mina along, in fact.

“She just looked so lonely,” he told me. Angus and I would be the ones to start conversations with her. But Mina was good at drawing. Now, usually, she drew rabbits, clouds, butterflies, and other cute things.

“You’re really good,” I said. She looked away with red cheeks.

“Thanks,” Mina whispered.

“Are you trying to be an artist?” I asked.

“I guess…” she said. I smiled as I sat down next to her.

“I think you should,” I said. Mina would never get to see her dreams come true. Within six days, the Te Deum would take her away. Angus and I were the only ones to have a notion about what was happening. We knew because she was trying to lure us too.

Mina’s drawings started to change as Tu Deum’s influence got stronger. They became darker. She would frantically be drawing in the garden. Angus and I tried to get her to calm down. One creature kept appearing in all of her darker drawings. A giant brown spider looked ready to jump out at you from the page. She made the legs look so hairy. I couldn’t forget those little beady black eyes if I tried. (The whole thing didn’t make sense to Angus and I. Mina was afraid of spiders. I barely should’ve taken that as a sign of how bad everything was.) Mina mumbled to herself as she drew. Almost… singing. Always the same song too.

Smile. Smile. Smile.

Come and play! Come and play!

Waste away. Waste away.

Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin.

We all dance in June.

We all die soon.

As soon as my father heard that, he panicked. He locked her in her room for the rest of that night. I asked him what was wrong.

“Have you heard the song?” he asked. “Tell me. Tell me the truth.”

“No,” I said. He breathed out and held my shoulders.

“Oh, good,” Father said. “You weren’t marked yet. This is good.” He hugged me tightly before he looked me in the eyes.

“Has Angus heard the song?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said. My father took me by the hand and took me to the house next door. He pounded on the door. Angus’ mother was the one who greeted.

“Where is your son?” Father asked.

“He’s in his room, why?” his mother asked. Father let go of my hand.

“Stay here with Eurus,” he told her. He ran into the house. Turns out that Angus hadn’t heard the singing yet either. We ended up going to the church to be blessed and cleansed with sage. Mina had the same thing too. Only, Father kept her locked in a room with no windows near the back of the house. They saged in there too. My father believed that he had saved Mina in time.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

On July fifteenth, Angus snuck by my house like he usually did at night. I awoke to rocks hitting my window. I rubbed my eyes as I opened the big glass window. Angus stood outside below with a worried look on his face.

“What is Angus?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”

“I had the dream again,” he shouted up at me. “I think Mina is in danger.” That was all it took to stir me into action. I ran out of my room as Angus ran to the back door. We met up in the back end of the corridor. The two of us ran down the hall. We made it down to the door at the end of the hall.

“Mina!” I shouted as I pounded on the door. “Mina! Open up! Mina! Mina!” Angus pushed me back and forced open the door. To our horror, a giant hole had opened up in the middle of the floor. We saw Mina’s hand sticking up in the arm as she sank down inside.

“Angus…” I murmured. Above the hole stood a giant hairy brown spider. It looked just like the one from her drawings. This would be one of the first forms that creature would take to ensnare us. Angus and I couldn’t move. Fear kept us from trying to save our friend. That vile creature looked up at us with its beady little black eyes. It started to sing. I will never forget the song that it sang.

Smile. Smile. Smile.

Come and play! Come and play!

Waste away. Waste away.

Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin.

We all dance in June.

We all die soon.

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