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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4162671" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Love's Lonely Children: Part 4 – Inside the Hammond Home</strong></p><p></p><p>The alley ran the length of the block behind the buildings. A stout back door and a curtained, barred kitchen window on the first floor guarded Hammonds. When Hammer heard the Hammonds drive away, he got tired of waiting. He clambered up to the second story bathroom window via a drainpipe. He jimmied the window open and climbed in.</p><p></p><p>The bathroom was situated at the rear of the house, with a narrow louvered window looking out over the alley. Hammer switched on his flashlight.</p><p></p><p>Hammer was momentarily startled by a man staring back at him, only to realize it was his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Mold clung to every surface, even creeping in gray blotches across the mirror. He opened the medicine cabinet.</p><p></p><p>Inside were the usual frayed toothbrushes, razors clogged with soap and bristle, and bottles of aspirin. There were also a container for vials and syringes. It contained a twenty-milliliter syringe and a large bottle closed with a rubber seal. The label, printed in Amsterdam, identified the contents as ninety percent pure heroin. One of the slots was open, indicating a missing vial. </p><p></p><p>Hammer took a picture of it. </p><p></p><p>He crept across to the room opposite the bathroom. It was a small, windowless bedroom surrounded by floral wallpaper. Heavy manacles and chains were bolted to the iron bed frame. Dried blood crushed the manacles and stained the mattress. The only other object of note was a one-eyed, fray-eared teddy bear propped on an empty chest of drawers. </p><p></p><p>Hammer took another picture with his Cistron. The ensuing flash gave a nightmarish cast to the room’s sordid past, burning it into Hammer’s retinas.</p><p></p><p>He continued down the hall and pushed open the next door.</p><p></p><p>When the door opened, a gust of foul-smelling air tinged with decay poured into the hallway. Manacles and wicked hooks dangled from thick chains. The chains seemed to strain toward an upside-down pentacle burnt into the wooden floor. The shapeless remains of black candles were carefully placed around the outside of the cryptic symbol, the floorboards stained with dried and drying blood and littered by decaying scraps of food, empty wine bottles, and a motley collection of whips and pincers. </p><p></p><p>A large axe, encrusted with blood, stood in the corner near a wooden lectern. Resting on the lectern was a tattered, dog-eared manuscript, obviously a photocopy, stapled down one side. Without looking at it too closely, Hammer took a picture with his Cistron.</p><p></p><p>He had all the evidence he needed to put the Hammonds away for life. That left one more room. </p><p></p><p>Hammer pushed open the door to Colin and Edith’s bedroom. It was small, squalid room dominated by a large and ugly four-poster bed. Clothes littered the floor, as did empty candy boxes and cigarette butts. A single window looked out over a busy street.</p><p></p><p>Something peeked out from beneath one of the pillows. Hammer pushed it aside with his Glock. It was a photo album. </p><p></p><p>Hammer flipped the pages open. It was an usual set of family photos—almost every one of them was of a sexually explicit nature. Kathy was in most of them, her age varying over the years from about five to probably sixteen. The most recent set of five photographs showed Kathy hanging from the chains in the room next door.</p><p></p><p>Colin Hammond appeared in each of the last photographs but one. Naked in the pictures, there was a tattoo of a broken heart located just above Colin’s groin. </p><p></p><p>But the last photograph…the last photograph showed Kathy and something else. Something bloated, puffed flesh shining with an unwholesome corpse glow. Of roughly human proportions, it was definitely inhuman in form. </p><p></p><p>Hammer looked closer. There was a tattoo of a broken heart just above the creature’s groin.</p><p></p><p>Hammer took a photo of the last picture with his Cistron. </p><p></p><p>“Guys,” he said, voice shaking. “You’d better take a look at this.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4162671, member: 3285"] [b]Love's Lonely Children: Part 4 – Inside the Hammond Home[/b] The alley ran the length of the block behind the buildings. A stout back door and a curtained, barred kitchen window on the first floor guarded Hammonds. When Hammer heard the Hammonds drive away, he got tired of waiting. He clambered up to the second story bathroom window via a drainpipe. He jimmied the window open and climbed in. The bathroom was situated at the rear of the house, with a narrow louvered window looking out over the alley. Hammer switched on his flashlight. Hammer was momentarily startled by a man staring back at him, only to realize it was his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Mold clung to every surface, even creeping in gray blotches across the mirror. He opened the medicine cabinet. Inside were the usual frayed toothbrushes, razors clogged with soap and bristle, and bottles of aspirin. There were also a container for vials and syringes. It contained a twenty-milliliter syringe and a large bottle closed with a rubber seal. The label, printed in Amsterdam, identified the contents as ninety percent pure heroin. One of the slots was open, indicating a missing vial. Hammer took a picture of it. He crept across to the room opposite the bathroom. It was a small, windowless bedroom surrounded by floral wallpaper. Heavy manacles and chains were bolted to the iron bed frame. Dried blood crushed the manacles and stained the mattress. The only other object of note was a one-eyed, fray-eared teddy bear propped on an empty chest of drawers. Hammer took another picture with his Cistron. The ensuing flash gave a nightmarish cast to the room’s sordid past, burning it into Hammer’s retinas. He continued down the hall and pushed open the next door. When the door opened, a gust of foul-smelling air tinged with decay poured into the hallway. Manacles and wicked hooks dangled from thick chains. The chains seemed to strain toward an upside-down pentacle burnt into the wooden floor. The shapeless remains of black candles were carefully placed around the outside of the cryptic symbol, the floorboards stained with dried and drying blood and littered by decaying scraps of food, empty wine bottles, and a motley collection of whips and pincers. A large axe, encrusted with blood, stood in the corner near a wooden lectern. Resting on the lectern was a tattered, dog-eared manuscript, obviously a photocopy, stapled down one side. Without looking at it too closely, Hammer took a picture with his Cistron. He had all the evidence he needed to put the Hammonds away for life. That left one more room. Hammer pushed open the door to Colin and Edith’s bedroom. It was small, squalid room dominated by a large and ugly four-poster bed. Clothes littered the floor, as did empty candy boxes and cigarette butts. A single window looked out over a busy street. Something peeked out from beneath one of the pillows. Hammer pushed it aside with his Glock. It was a photo album. Hammer flipped the pages open. It was an usual set of family photos—almost every one of them was of a sexually explicit nature. Kathy was in most of them, her age varying over the years from about five to probably sixteen. The most recent set of five photographs showed Kathy hanging from the chains in the room next door. Colin Hammond appeared in each of the last photographs but one. Naked in the pictures, there was a tattoo of a broken heart located just above Colin’s groin. But the last photograph…the last photograph showed Kathy and something else. Something bloated, puffed flesh shining with an unwholesome corpse glow. Of roughly human proportions, it was definitely inhuman in form. Hammer looked closer. There was a tattoo of a broken heart just above the creature’s groin. Hammer took a photo of the last picture with his Cistron. “Guys,” he said, voice shaking. “You’d better take a look at this.” [/QUOTE]
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