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Watch full length e3 82%bb e3 83%90 e3 83%bc e3 82%b0 2. Samuel Haines is not a name you’d expect to have any ominous feeling towards, with the exception of being compared to the undergarments of the same sounding name, because children are cruel and capricious. I never thought my name would take me where I am today. Well, I’d say it’s less about my name than my family. The Haines’, or rather the O’Haines, which, as far as I can tell was further disambiguated from O’Heyne or “O hEidhin” (don’t even ask me how that’s pronounced), meaning “Ivy”, that’s what the extent of my online research has garnered at least. I only know that much because we had to do a brief genealogy project my junior year. Anyway, the O’Haines were among the thousands of Irish families that emigrated to the US during the Great Famine of the late 1840s, they had a hard-scrabble life in New York before getting the deal of a lifetime from the Federal Government in 1851 to settle the Oregon Territory, which became the Washington Territory in 1853, and then achieved statehood in 1889, as a family they were given, that’s right GIVEN 640 acres to farm and settle as part of the government’s attempt to drive the natives from the area. To give a little perspective as to what this must have seemed like, if you’ve ever seen the movie Far and Away starring Tom Cruise, you’ll get the idea, however that took place after the Homestead Act of 1862. My descendants settled in the fertile land just west of what is now Olympia, the state capitol. Katherine O’Haines fell in love with the area at once as it reminded her of her childhood home near Dowth on the River Boyne, north of Dublin. She and her husband Samuel (my namesake) started a farm with just root vegetables like carrots and beets. They refused to grow potatoes as the ubiquitous tuber had almost killed them and driven them from their homeland. They later added livestock to their modest farm and began raising cattle to bring to market in Olympia. They prospered and thrived. Katherine brought with her, not just her family but a love for the land that goes back to the time of the old Celts, nearby was a group of land formations, domes that reminded her of where she came from these domes were mostly smaller, and naturally formed whereas the domes of her childhood were built and were sometimes ancient dwellings or tombs. The mounds that dotted the countryside near their farm were far more numerous as well. She referred to them as Fairy Mounds and said that, during certain times of the year when the vail between worlds was the thinnest, denizens (known as the Aos Si, W. B. Yeats referred to them as “The Sidhe”) of the Other World could escape into ours and either cause mischief or grant a boon to a loyal friend to their kingdom. On these occasions Katherine would set bonfires near the border of her land with that of the mounds as protection from malicious spirits, it’s a tradition that our family still carries out today, though most of us believe much less than Katherine did those nearly 150 years ago. While Katherine and Samuel’s descendants have spread across the country, the eldest son has always taken on the homestead and maintained the traditions of those before them, each of them named Samuel. My father broke from tradition and named me Samuel as opposed to my older brother who was given the name Francis. Right after graduation, I moved up to the Seattle area to go to college and Francis had joined the Army directly after his graduation 3 years prior, that left my parents to take care of our little sister Beltane, or Bel for short. Bel was 3 years younger than I, so when her senior year swung around I was surprised when I got an email from her asking me to attend her homecoming game, apparently my beautiful little sister had been nominated for the homecoming court and wasn’t sure which position she would receive and wanted her favorite brother to attend, “But, unfortunately, Frankie is in Afghanistan, so I’m inviting you. ” She signed her smartass missive with a smiley face with the tongue sticking out. I sent a reply, “Ok brat, you got it, need to cheer for my baby sis. ” and hit send. I sent an email to Francis in case Bel hadn’t sent him the news yet, I knew he’d want to hear about it. I went to my first two classes then decided to give my folks a call to let them know I’d be home for the weekend, dad answered. “Hey Junior. ” “Hey Pops, just thought I’d let you guy know I’d be home this weekend for Bel’s homecoming game since she’s gonna be on the court. ” “Excellent, your mother is making her baked pasta Friday if you want to stop by for a bite before you two hit the game. ” My stomach grumbled, mom’s baked pasta, oh man. “Hell, I’ll skip my last class for that. As long as I bring back some for the TA, she’s heard about mom’s cooking. ” Dad chuckled, “Don’t forget, we have plans at the end of the month boyo. ” “I know dad, just like every year. Hear anything from Frankie lately? ” Dad was always sensitive about Francis joining the military because it was supposed to be him that took over the farm, he grunted, “I was out in the pasture the other night when he was Skyping with your mother, she said he looked well and saved a couple of screenshots, thankfully, she’s always been better with technology than I have. Personally I think he needs a good shave. ” I laughed, I’d Skyped with Frankie a few times and raised the same question about the constant 5 o’clock shadow and Army grooming regulations. “I could tell you why I’m not clean shaven, but then I’d have to kill you” was his reply, being a smartass runs in the family. I signed off with dad and the rest of the week flew by, Friday morning arrived, dark and dreary and I hoped that it didn’t spell doom for the coronation at the game tonight. Luckily it was just a front rolling through, I checked the forecast and it looked like it’d be dry by 3pm. As I packed my car I called the TA for my afternoon class to remind her that I wasn’t going to be there, she already knew why I was calling as we’d reiterated it again the night before, she was my girlfriend after all. I didn’t tell my family because my folks would probably flip out if I was focused on anything but school. I’m 21, but they still pay the tuition so I figured, what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill me. “I wish I could go and see the ceremony! Your sister is so adorable and she’d make a stunning queen! Man, I miss high school sometimes! ” Jessie was still reminiscing when I cut her off, “Babe, I gotta get rolling and I don’t talk and drive, you know that. I’ll call you when I get there. ” We said our “I love yous” and disconnected. I know it sounds like some arduous journey, but it’s only an hour or so, which, to be honest is a long drive it you rarely went 20 miles from home for the majority of your life. My folks were a bit miffed when I opted to go to the juggernaut that is UW (Go Huskies! ) as opposed to the smaller schools in Centralia or The Evergreen State College right there in Olympia, they’d wanted me closer to home in case they ever needed me on the farm, I think they were afraid I’d go away and stay away like Frankie had when he’d joined the Army. He’d joined straight out of high school and had only been home to visit a total of 6 times, this would be the 2nd time he missed our yearly get together. After the drone of the highway, it was nice to see the road of my home town, exiting I-5 to the 101 and eventually the comfort of Delphi Rd., off of which, our family farm stood. As I bumped my Civic down the gravel drive and parked between Bel’s Mini and dad’s giant F-350, I saw my sister sprint out of the garage, bouncing on the balls of her feet, as I got out, she pounced on me with the same enthusiasm she’d always displayed since she was able to walk. “Brosephus! I missed you sooooo much! ” she yelled as she tried her best to crush the wind out of my lungs. I picked her up and swung her around which I knew she hated, “Duuuuude! Stop it! ” I set her down and looked at her, I could swear she’d grown about an inch since I last saw her, even though she had topped out at 5 feet 4 inches when she was about 14. “Look at my little sister, you’re a woman and I hate it, you’re supposed to be pigtails and unicorns. I will try not to give any guys the ‘overly protective’ brother stare tonight, but I can’t make it a promise. ” Bel put an arm through mine and dragged me in the house through the garage and into the kitchen. Mom was just pulling a dish out of the oven and the smell of pasta, sauce and cheese made my mouth immediately water. “OH! Sammy, you’re here already! Let me set this thing down, get over here boy. ” She set the dish down and enveloped me in a bear hug, if you’d believe that was possible for such a tiny woman, she held me at arms length then and made a “Tsk” noise, “Samuel Jeremiah Haines, what do they have you eating at that school? You’re practically skin and bones. ” Her appraising look told me she thought other things too, but kept them to herself, “Well, you know where the plates are, eat! Beltain, you need to eat something whether you want to or not, I don’t want you fainting at that game tonight. ” Bel rolled her eyes and grabbed a small plate, “yes, mother. ” She stuck her tongue out at mom’s turned back and we both laughed. I sat on the couch after dinner and watched the news while Bel got ready for the game, with her looks and figure, you’d think she was a cheerleader, but you’d be wrong, not our Bel, she thought most cheerleaders were petty, venal things until last year when one of them befriended her, trying to get her to join the squad. She did a few workouts with them and realized how hard they worked, but passed as she was more interested in her position on the school marching band as their lead Obo player. Bel was the first band geek to get elected to the homecoming court in about ten or fifteen years so her bandmates were totally psyched and you can bet she had all their votes. I heard the garage door open and Dad came sauntering in the house from the pasture. “Hon, can you call George and order about 200 feet of barbed wire? We have an entire section missing on the mound fence. ” He spotted me then, “Hey kid, how was the drive? ” He shook my hand, professional, courteous. “Fine, I left earlier than usual, I’ve got good rapport with the TA in my last class. ” He frowned a little at that, “Shirking your studies eh? ” his voice said good-natured ribbing, but his eyes held disappointment. I responded maybe a little bit harsher than I meant to, “Anything for family dad, you know that. ” He dropped my hand, nodded briefly and went to the kitchen. My mom came in and gave me a look, I just shook my head and hollered up the stairs, “Bel! Let’s get a move on munchkin! ” She came trotting down the steps dressed in her band uniform, hat in hand, Obo under her arm, the Cardinal and Gold of our school colors bright and nostalgia inspiring, “let’s hit the road broham! ” and she skipped into the kitchen, kissed mom and dad on the cheek and went out the door saying, “make sure you get there early enough to get you usual seats or I won’t be able to find you in the stands! ” As soon as we were in the car she dropped her smile and let out a frustrated scream, “AGGGGGHHHH! Jesus Christ on TOAST! Thank the gods that you’re finally here, I thought my face was going to melt! ” I looked at her in confusion, I thought she really was this chipper, I’d never seen her so upset about anything in her life, aside from when another kid had bullied her in kindergarten, Frankie and myself had remedied that situation. “They have been driving me NUTS over the last few weeks, all strung out and nervous about something, but they won’t tell me what! ” I was about to shrug, but thought better, instead I asked, “They’re always stressed out this time of year, what’s different? ” Bel turned in her seat as much as her seatbelt would allow her and said, “That’s the thing, I can only guess, they’re being so secretive whereas they’re usually joyful about this time of year, there’s something new in the house Sammy, it feel like…. ” I looked at her as she trailed off, she looked like she was trying not to cry, “Bel, like what? Tell me. ” She reached out and took my hand, as if needing my reassurance before going on. “Fear, Sammy… It feels like fear, you can almost smell it on daddy when he comes in from the pasture, on mom too when she’s been out there, they started telling me to stay away from the Mound boundary fence, especially around dusk. When I asked why, daddy got angry and told me to just listen to him, he’s never spoken like that to me Sammy. ” Now there were tears in her eyes. Jesus, what the hell is going on with my family? Bel must be really scared, she’s been calling him Dad since she was 12 and now she’s calling him Daddy, why else revert to that? That was my developmental psychology classes muttering in my head. I decided I would take Bel’s mind off the home stuff by letting her in on my secret. “Can you keep a secret of our own? ” Bel squinted at me, “I knew it, you’re gay. ” I punched her in the arm, “No, you jerkface… quite the opposite, I have a girlfriend, we’ve actually been dating for quite some time. ” Bel gaped at me, “WHAT? You didn’t think you could tell me before now??? ” The questions came in a flurry “What’s her name, age, hair and eye color, where’s she from, how tall is she, do you have a picture? ” I answered all the questions patiently and showed her the most recent picture I had of Jessie, my heart did a little flutter just looking at it. Bel must have seen something in my face because she gushed, “Oh my god, it’s serious, like, serious-serious, isn’t it? ” I didn’t look at her, I just nodded. “You know you can’t tell mom and dad, right? They’ll kill you. I can see dad now, ‘we didn’t send you to the college you wanted so you could chase skirts! ’ Oh man, I’m not saying a THING. ” She laughed hard enough to snort which earned her a playful poke in the ribs and the use of a nickname I used sparingly, “HA! You snorted, Piglet! ” We were pulling into the school parking lot by this time so we buttoned up the banter and put on our “Cool” faces before we got out of the car. We split up there as she walked over to the building where the band was warming up. I could see the older alumni whoopin it up at the Homecoming Mixer tent and decided to steer clear, instead, I called Jessie and passed on the news that she actually existed. “What? You told Bel? I love you so much Sam, I didn’t think you were going to tell anyone about us until you graduated. ” I cleared my throat and told her Bel’s reaction and how she understood the need for secrecy, “She probably thinks our folks would kill the messenger as well, so she keeping her lips zipped. ” We both laughed at that, but then my reason for telling Bel about Jessie came back to me in a sudden rush and I sobered a bit. I told Jessie what Bel had said about the dark cloud over our family dynamic in the last few weeks, about the fear and our parents forbidding Bel from going to the part of our property near the Mound boundary. It was all a bit to…. weird, for my liking. “Maybe you should ask your parents. ” Jessie suggested. “I wish I could, but if I know anything about my folks, they’re old school, they prefer the ‘Suffer in Silence’ method as opposed to the new-age hippie, ‘Let’s be open and honest about everything’ way of raising a family, so it’d be like pulling teeth and I’d really rather not strain my relationship any more than it already is. ” Jessie sighed, “I know Hun, it just… I wish I could be there and support you through stuff like this, it’s hard to watch you cringe every time the subject of something serious involving your family comes up. ” “I know, I love you. ” At that moment, I was saved from further discussion by four blasts of a whistle that heralded the entrance of the band. “Jess, I gotta let you go, it’s about to get exceedingly loud in here. ” I promised I’d call her after the game and hung up. The Cougar Band took the field with a rousing display of school spirit after the introduction of our opponent, Wilson, followed by our team and coaches, the sound in the stands was just as I remembered, annoying. Halftime came around and the nominees were called to the field, boy on one side, girls on the other, to make it brief, Bel was named runner up to the Queen and she was ok with that. I was very happy and you could hear my dad, somewhere down in front, send up an embarrassing WHOOP when they called her name. Sadly, we lost the game 17-16, but that stuff doesn’t concern me much. Bel went home with our parents after the game and I went out and about, waiting until I knew my folks were going to be asleep. I pulled into the drive, quietly, with my lights off and grabbed a flashlight and decided to walk to the Mound boundary fence and see what was going on. It took me about 15 minutes of walking to get to the area where the fence was, I remember this place from the thousands of times I’d helped my dad walk the fence line, sometimes accompanied by curious cows. Tonight, I was alone and the bugs were out in full force, chirruping and buzzing a chorus, until I reached the boundary fence. The cacophony dropped off, if you've ever heard the phrase "The silence was deafening" I’m pretty sure this is the type of situation in which it was coined. Nothing but the sound of my own feet crunching through the dried grasses of the field and my breathing. This is where at least I though the fence should be, there was nothing but grass and trees, even the fence posts were not where they should be. I should clarify at this point what I mean by The Mounds, The Mima Mounds are, according to the Department of Natural Resources, natural formations with several theories as to how they formed but one thing is for certain, my family's farm borders the "Natural Area Preserve" where they can be found. They're the reason Katherine was drawn to this area above all others in the region, the mounds called to her, she wrote "I do not know how, but I hear the voices of my mother’s here, their myths and legends are alive and well in the mounds to the west of where we will be building our homestead. " "I have taken up my grandmother's practices of setting out a saucer of milk for the little ones who live under the mounds, they are doorways to the Other World where they live and when the Earth begins its sleep the veil between the worlds is at its weakest and the denizens of the Other World will come to visit ours, but we must remain vigilant and are ever so careful not to anger them, but treat them with respect and they may grant a boon upon our land and our family. " We still uphold the traditions Katherine brought so many thousands of miles, my mother still sets out a saucer of milk for the occasional visitor, on the last day of October, we sent bonfires in this area of the farm to ward off, well, less than desirable denizens that may come calling for the sake of mischief or that might wish us ill. I’d seen the signs of said mischief, never one hundred present certain if it were really them or antagonistic teenagers who felt it necessary to prank one of the old families that still reside in the area. I walked on, slowly playing the beam from the flashlight ahead of me to make sure I didn’t step in a hole left by one of the missing fence posts or a gopher hole, I didn’t want to break my ankle and then be stuck out here this far from the house until my dad did his daily rounds, even if I started howling like an idiot, they wouldn’t hear me. I walked along where the fence should be until I finally found a post, then I turned around and paced off the distance until I found the next post, it was roughly 60 paces or about a 180-foot gap in the fence, that explains why dad wanted the 200 feet of barbed wire. I inspected the ends of the barbed wire and fencing that remained, there were no rough edges, I guess that’s what bothered me. The edges looked like they’d been expertly cut, sanded and painted over, like it was intended. What would cause such a thing? I walked past the fencing, effectively off our property and onto the Mound Preserve. My nostrils were assaulted by the smell of decay, rot, surely something had died near here. I walked a bit further and the smell grew stronger, it was joined by a feeling of ill ease, a sense of danger and foreboding washed over me like miasmic wave. I felt sick, the night was cool but not unpleasantly so, but here I was, sweating, nauseous. I heard a buzzing as I continued, slowly, I thought the bugs had started back up until I realized the sound was unidirectional, I stupidly followed the buzzing to its source, which was easy considering I was the only other thing making noise. The grasses grew taller, wild, up to about mid-thigh by now. The nausea had its hooks in me now and I gave in to the urge to vomit, painfully. I dropped to my knees and it felt like everything I’d ingested in the last week was making a reappearance. I felt fatigued and my body ached, but I got back to my feet, and I was about to do what I should have done a while ago and turn back to the house when the beam of my flashlight caught something. It was only for a flash of an instant, but what my brain registered made me freeze. I slowly panned the cone of light to where I thought it might be, he was just standing there. A guy dressed all in black, just standing there, his clothes seemed to shimmer dully under my light. I couldn’t see his face even though, instinctively, I knew he was facing me, looking right at me. “Hey man, you’re trespassing on federal property! ” I was aware of the irony that, I too was currently trespassing, but my mouth overrode my brain. His whole body seemed to shudder and I realized that the buzzing was coming from him. Then he spoke, his voice came out in a mixture of glass being ground into pavement and what I would imagine a rattlesnake would sound like if it tried to speak, “sSsSssssSamMuUuuuEeeLlllL”. His whole body shifted then, I would say he took a step toward me, but it was more like he flashed and then was 3 feet closer to me. I finally did the smart thing, I ran. At first it was a blind stumbling in what I perceived as the general direction of home then I was under the care of the surefootedness I’m so proud of. I doubt I ran the quarter mile this fast in high school but I could hear the buzzing growing louder all the while until it sounded like it was right on top of me. Like a whisper that became a worm boring into my brain, “sSsSssssSamMuUuuuEeeLlllL” I felt and smelled its hot fetid breath on the back of my neck as insects began to sting and bite on my left shoulder and the nape of my neck. I yelped and put on an extra burst of speed. In a freak of events, the hand holding my flashlight hit my right thigh and the light was knocked from my grasp, somehow got tangled in my churning feet and I suddenly felt myself airborne, until the I landed face first in the grasses and slid then tumbled another 20 feet. I rolled over as quickly as I could to see my assailant bearing down on me, he had stopped about 40 feet back, standing as still as ever. I got painfully to my feet and stood, walking about 10 feet to pick up my flashlight, I pointed it at him and he hissed. It had me dead to rights, why wouldn’t it attack? It stood there, seething, angry. Suddenly he flew at me, I was so stunned by the speed at which he moved that I didn’t realize until I played it over in my head later that he actually FLEW. I stumbled and fell on my backside as 10 feet from me, he burst into a million pieces, which scattered in as many directions, some of these pieces few harmlessly at my feet and I shone my light on them, bugs, thousands and thousands of bugs. The bugs that landed at my feet were shaking themselves off and flying off where they pleased, the bugs that had landed past the point where he had disintegrated were reforming the hellish figure had been chasing me, I took that as my queue and got the hell out of there, this time I didn’t stop until I got back to the house. When the house was within sight, I shut off the light and navigated by autopilot developed from running these fields for years. When I got to my car, I leaned against it and tried to catch my breath. A heavy hand landed on my shoulder and about took the piss out of me. I was spun around and the flashlight was ripped from my grasp and thrown to the ground. The dark hulking figure thrust a fist into my sternum and it was holding something wet and cold, “I see you met the bug man. ” my father slurred drunkenly, I looked down at the hand in my chest and there was a cold beer in his hand which he thrust at me again. I was still in shock from my encounter with this entity but I think seeing my father drunk was just as big a shock. The most I’d seen him drink in my 21 years was the occasional glass of champagne at a new year’s party or wine with Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner. “W-w-what? ” I stammered, befuddled at what was going on. “The Bug Man, or That Bug Bastard as your mother calls him. ” He laughed, as if at some inside joke. I opened and took a long drink of the beer and looked at my dad, “Who the…. What the hell is he? What does he want and why is he here? ” I thought about telling him about the discussion I’d had with Bel, but I didn’t want to betray her trust. “Tell me everything; it’s gone a bit beyond ‘you’re a kid, you wouldn’t understand. ’ Or any of the other excuses you used when I was younger to explain things away. He sighed and headed off in the direction of the barn, “c’mon, I’ll have to show you a few things before you can fully understand. ” He went into his office and sat at his desk, turning around to the large safe where he kept a good number of firearms and documents. He dug around in the back of the safe until he came out with what can only be described as a very old chest about the size of a briefcase, but thicker. He set it on his desk, unlocked the heavy iron lock and placed his hands on top of it, then looked at me. “How much do you know about Katherine O’Haine? ” I thought about it for a moment, “Just the basics, about the emigration during the Famine and move out here, why? ” Instead of answering, he reached inside the old chest and withdrew some books, bound in leather and from the looks of them, older than dirt. “Katherine was a druidess, a guardian of her people and one of the strongest amongst them, what I’m about to show you is going to turn everything you know on its head. ” He opened the largest volume to a page that showed a rendering similar to what I’d just seen, a man shaped entity made of all insects from the flying to the crawling, it was entitled “Pazuzu” I tapped the image and said, “That’s it… Pazuzu, that doesn’t sound very Celtic or Druidic. ” I looked at him and he frowned a little before continuing, “That’s because it’s not, it comes from Assyrian and Babylonian mythology. ” “He’s a… thing, who brings drought, pestilence and famine wherever he goes, Katherine fought and bound him when he appeared near her home village, but she was too late to stop the Great Famine. The elders of her order communed with the Others and it was decided that the bound demon must be taken where he could do no harm, somewhere very far away. As you know, the rest is history with the emigration and the settlement here, on this farm, over 150 years ago. Everything was going so well, the line of succession unbroken and the rites and rituals always observed, until recently and it’s all my fault. ” I looked at my dad, “How the hell is this your fault, we didn’t choose this life, it was something we were born into. How is it possible that you’re responsible for that thing being out? ” My dad did something else that I’ve never seen him do, his eyes filled with tears, “I screwed up, it’s been laid down since we settled that there must be a male heir and that first born male must be named Samuel. ” I started to say something but he cut me off. “That’s where I failed, I was so happy, being a new dad, I loved your mother so much and I let her name Francis after her father. ” “That doesn’t make sense dad, why does the name matter? ” My dad explained, “Names have power, Samuel. After Katherine passed the duties of warding the mound Pazuzu to her eldest son, Samuel, the demon remained compliant answering only to him, and the name has been passed down since. I believe that the demon doesn’t know the difference from one Samuel to another, but I believe your little excursion out to the mounds tonight will have emboldened him into doubling his efforts to escape. He knows you do not yet possess the knowledge to bind him as we have done every year on the night of Samhain. ” It all started to make sense now, the bonfires, the exacting schedule and ritualistic nature of our activities on every October 31st. While my friends and I were worrying about whom we’d be for Halloween, my dad was waging a battle for the very survival of us. When Frankie joined the military I had always thought dad was irrationally angry with him and that his general attitude toward me was unwarranted. “So, what do we do now? ” He seemed to mull that over while finishing one beer and opening another. “I think we should get you as prepared as possible, and then we should put the S. O. back in his place. ” If you've come this far, there is an End in sight.

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