The murderers' song by Amy Marvill Sophie Mander (mind reading books .txt) 📖

We moved to Scotland shortly after we got married and I now live on the coast north of John O Groats while researching Scottish wildlife.

John Wiggerman: I understand that you have certain theories about the death on Loch Morar, why don’t you tell us about it?

Björn Culler: Well I don’t really want to just outright tell you about my theories. I suggest you visit my website; www.ManKillers.org.

John Wiggerman: Well, why don’t you tell us now?

Björn Culler: Because then the killers will know I told you.

John Wiggerman: Um okay…well, I’ll visit the site later. How does your wife feel about your…accusations of serial murder?

Björn Culler: Greta left me a year ago. My obsessions with them scared her and she thought I was insane. One day, I woke up and she was gone.

John Wiggerman: I am very sorry for you. Is there anything you will tell us?

Björn Culler: Yes, stay out of the water.


Chapter 4

I quickly took hold of the newspapers and ran back to the news paper agency. I plonked all of the papers on the counter and ran out of the agency and ran home as fast as I could chanting; “www.ManKillers.org”. I slammed the door behind me and dashed past Maw as she stood scrubbing plates in the kitchen, her faint, tear-choked voice straining after me. Reaching my bedroom, I sat down in front of the computer and switched it on, the monitor buzzing into life. I typed the website imprinted on my brain into the search box, and a page entitled, “Man Killers- The Mystery Unravelled”, appeared on the screen. Beneath the title, a huge, digitally framed picture of Björn Culler grinned back at me. He had neck-length brown hair, bottle-top spectacles and wearing a knitted Christmas jumper, three sharpened pencils lined neatly in his pocket. I scrolled down the page and read.

If you’ve come to this site you’ve experienced killings on your local waters. Maybe you have even heard unusual singing and maybe you’ve even seen the girls singing but what ever is happening, you’re desperate.
First sign’s of man killers
It starts with random deaths. The cause of death is always drowning or fatal head injuries caused by the rocks that the boat happened to crash into. Then the deaths become more frequent but the causes of death always stay the same.

You are experiencing far too much death
If people are dying on your waters there are certain tings you need too look out for;
Hypnotic singing
Naked figures
Extremely beautiful girls
Mainly men dying

I am sorry to tell you that you have a clan of Siren’s on your waters.
Kill them. No matter what they tell you. Kill them, before they kill you.

I sat there staring at the things I’d just read. I could feel it burning its way into my eyes and through my brain. I slammed the laptop lid shut and rushed out of the house. I ran as fast as I could to the beach. How would I kill these things? I finally got to the beach and sat down on at the tree stump I sat on not that long ago. I looked around me and I saw out of the corner of my eye something that didn’t belong on a beach. I fully turned around and saw the naked girl from the last time I was on the beach. I watched as she made her way to the water. I hurriedly took of my shoes, threw of my t-shirt and quickly took off my trousers. I crept up behind the girl and dived into the water behind her. The cold was like a strike of frozen lightning, freezing my skin.
Pa.
Determination forced me to carry on. My arms clawed through the green waves, pulling me along. I grunted with the exhaustion. A slosh of white foam knocked me off balance as a speedboat sped past me. The men onboard laughed and the engine roared, coughing out ugly clouds of smoke. Then, as they faded away into the distance, I heard a crash.
The sound of wood colliding with stone.
The island loomed in the distance. It was just how I remembered it from the night Pa died.
Pa
His voice echoed in my head, that foreboding concern in his tone:
“You’ll be the man of the household one day.”
The wreckage, its hull completely split in two, was sinking beneath the waves. A piece of driftwood floated in front of me, so I clung to it for support. Against my weight, it flipped over. I screamed and let go. It was a body. Blood spewing from his chest dyed the water red, while his empty, lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. I felt the soft sand beneath my feet, enabling me to stand up. I gasped. Three more corpses were piled upon the shore and the figure bent over them was one I could easily remember; the one who sabotaged our boat. The water sank to my waist as I drew nearer. His hands searched through the men’s pockets, pulling out various water-damaged wallets and throwing them on the ground. One of his hands stopped, clenched and pulled out, from a man’s pocket, a gold pocket watch. Feeling it with his hands, the corner of his lip curled upwards.
Tucking it in his own pocket, he lent close to the owner’s ear.
“I take it you won’t be needed this.” He whispered. “No? Well, I’ll keep it safe for you.” I felt the anger boil over inside of me.
“Hey!” I shouted at him. Instantly, he turned in my direction, scrambled to his feet and ran towards the cliffs. Once again, I pursued him. However, suddenly he stopped and turned to face me. I had to dig my heels into the sand to avoid colliding.
“Who are you?” He hissed. His face was contorted with anguish, but his eyes, a pale grey, fixed upwards and could not look at mine. He was blind.
“Who are you?” He repeated, “What is your name?”
I paused, then replied; “Kade.”
He inhaled slowly, the angry-red draining from his face. “You? If you had any sense, you would never have come here.”
He turned and continued up the rocks, but I followed.
“How can you possibly know my name?” I asked persistently, “And actually I’m not here entirely out-of-choice, I…”
“A choice?” He interrupted me, “A choice! You wouldn’t know what a choice is. You have a choice, unlike some of us, so take my advice, go back to your mollycoddled existence, date that pretty redhead of yours and live a long and happy life.”
Pretty redhead? It hit me; Isla. Now he really had gone too far;
“How do know about Isla? How much more do you know about us?”
He snarled; “Only what I heard. When you and that redhead’s mother were talking away, you never bothered to notice the solitary man in the corner. That’s how I found out about your little boat trip.”
“Oh yeah, and if wanted me to live, why do you try to sabotage us?”
“Because it would have saved you! It would have saved you both! But you…people…never take a hint. Go home, or never see that redhead again.”
And with that he turned and leapt off one of the rocks. I leant over, but he had gone. I jumped down, wincing as my legs hit the sand. I looked back up. How would I be able to get back up again? Why do I never think about what I do? Then, I saw a cave, though it was obscured by the shadows of the looming cliffs. I crept inside. My tiptoes echoed off the smooth curved walls. A light flicked in the distance. As I drew towards it, two feminine voices locked in confrontation reached my ears…
“…I wasn’t thinking, forgive me…”
“Wasn’t thinking?! WASN’T THINKING?! And you’re supposed to be the clever one!”
“…I was only trying to be kind…”
“Kindness! Did they ever show us any kindness?! When they slaughtered our sisters, our mothers, was that kindness?! When they bound us in chains and beat us like cattle, was that kindness?!”
Another joined in; “Teresea, please, calm down…”
“What happens now, eh? What happens when he tells the others that we’re here? They will hunt us down and shed our blood with their weapons of steel like forest-beasts! Or did you just want another human pet, like your Ambrose here?”
I peered round the edge, having to hold my breath so that I did not disturb them. A huge cavern; glittering with streaks of silver, and pools like green neon lights scattered amongst the sleek, dark rock. The girl who rescued me was sobbing in another young woman’s arms, while another paced back and forth impatiently. The girl called Teresa had long golden blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a small round face. All three women were stark naked; water droplets glistening on their bronze-tanned bodies like jewels. She turned to the blind boy, who was shuffling his feet nervously;
“So, what have you got, then?”
He held out several crumpled papers in his hand; “It was only a little.”
The one I suspected was called Teresa snatched them violently, before tossing each object to the ground as she quickly lost interest in each.
“Is that it?”
“Yes.” He replied, yet his hand discreetly slipped into the pocket containing the gold watch. Unfortunately, Teresea spotted his movement; “What’s in there?”
He withdrew his hand; “Nothing.”
She grabbed his wrist; “Show me…now.”
Slowly, he produced the watch and handed it to her, shaking slightly. Teresea examined it closely, and begun to turn away. Suddenly, she spun round and slapped Ambrose hard on the cheek. He yelped and clutched it in pain.
“That is what happens when you…” She shrieked, wielding her palm again,
The one holding the girl interrupted her; “Teresea, leave him alone, for goodness sake.”
Teresea turned to her, smiling devilishly; “Callista, I never really saw you as a peace-keeper.” She grasped Ambrose by the neck. “I’m sure you remember what she did better than any of us. Frozen for eternity; forever cast in…”
“Enough!” The crying girl cried, her tear-stricken face appeared from the one called Callista’s arms; “Enough, please…”
Teresea groaned; “Very well, I’ll leave you in peace.” She released Ambrose and he collapsed to his knees, retching painfully. As she vanished down a passageway carved in the rock; Teresea called back mockingly; “And to think, I thought for a second- just a crazy thought- that you loved the one you saved…”
Once she had gone, Callista sighed heavily; “Ambrose, fetch me some water, my head is killing me after that.”
Ambrose nodded, “Yes, miss.” He took a shell from a shelf upon the rock and dipped it into one of the emerald pools.
Callista put her hand upon the beautiful girl’s shoulder; “Do not trouble yourself; you showed what Teresea never has and never will, and what frightens her most; the milk of kindness.” Now that the scary Teresa girl had gone I slowly crept around the corner and stood before the sirens.
My saviour stared at me, open-mouthed, while Callista somewhat instinctively turned away from me.
“You!” The girl murmured, “You found us.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I had to see for myself.” It was Callista who spoke next but still without looking at me.
“How did you do it? It’s at least two