All was becoming subtle for the town of Raven, Oregon after recovering from a seven day storm of relentless rain, vast winds, and roaring thunder. Weather behavior had always been rebellious here, but the past storm certainly seemed to be trying to make a statement. On the late friday afternoon of May 19, 1978 a high sitting sun shining warm rays provided a break from the drowning storm, but Grady Harbor couldn’t catch one himself. The Raven Press came pounding at the door of the Harbor household loaded with questions, none of which the Harbors had answers to. The Harbor family became famous residents exactly ten years ago on this day, as the Raven massacre who killed the entire staff of Raven Memorial Hospital on the night of May 19, 1968 was revealed to be Adam Harbor.
Kim Harbor had it hard enough losing her husband to his own corruption, and could take no further local, vocal abuse. “I’m calling the police right now. These press junkies have no right harassing us out there. We don’t owe them any answers.”
Grady knew better, “you think the police is on our side mom? Ten years later, the victims’ graves and dads’ grave is dug out. What would you think?”
“I have no idea! You think waking up to this news is easy!?” Kim was losing it.
“I have to deal with this too mom. Today was the big game, and these guys come knocking and have the whole town on our backs. These idiots just ruined the whole season.”
“The season Grady? The season!? We finally had peace these last few years, they’re ruining that! Why would anyone want their bodies? Why?” Kim was genuinely asking in confusion. What would dead bodies of a killer and his victims be good for on the ten year anniversary of a day of infamy?
“The letter mom. He left us that letter and you can’t forget it. You and I both know what it said and it’s all happening right now! This isn’t an extraction, this is an escape.”
“Grady, Grady! Don’t you bring that up. Don’t be crazy Grady. Resurrections do not happen. Some sicko is trying to mess with us and the rest of Raven.” Kim’s face was clearly submitting to her greatest fear the past ten years, that the letter would hold truth.
“I didn’t waste the past ten years worrying about this happening, I spent the last ten years waiting for this to happen. The storm, public interest, and the legacy, it all comes to an end today.” Grady believed from the letter that what his father Adam Harbor said would happen ten years after the killings, was happening at that moment.
“You’re father was a murderer, Grady. He was obviously sick enough to murder, he’s sick enough to think of a ten year aftermath. You’re talking an escaped pool of walking dead people. He could’ve wrote to someone else to dig them out in ten years.”
Kim and Grady stood in the kitchen quietly, trying to fully comprehend the happenings of this day and its relevance to the letter Adam Harbor left at the dinner table before leaving to commit the worst crime in the history of Raven. It entailed everything that was going on. An incoming storm like none before in Raven, missing dead people, a demand for answers, and a reminder of his legacy. The waiting reporters outside were clearly present, shouting and unwilling to leave.
“Let’s just open up, have no comment, and leave it at that. They’ll go away.” Kim wanted to do this to get rid of the flock of reporters. It was the only way they would ever leave them alone other times, and it should work now.
“Or, my dad killed the entire Raven Memorial Hospital staff ten years ago to pay them back for killing his parents. Ignited a curse to revive their lives in ten years to kill the mayor who directed them to pull the plug and fled the scene before my dad could get to him. He knew he’d be executed, so he and the mayor’s accomplices are coming back for him. And then they’ll go away. The reporters and the revived.” Grady really wanted to tell them this, but for the safety of he and his mother, he could never tell.
“Grady, no comment.” Kim began walking towards the door with Grady following. Approaching the door, the reporters were looking deeply behind the glass, crowded together waiting for some action.
Chaos erupted on the other side of the door. Screams, pleads, and other sounds of excruciating torture replaced any questions, comments, or surveys the reporters had for the remaining Harbors. Everyone on the other side of the door seemed to be folding and falling out of control.
As the reporters disappeared one by one, a new army of out of control beings were aligning behind the door. Deformed by the glass magnifying their tall and skinny shapes, they still appeared as a threat. Greater than the threat posed in Adam’s letter, they were now a threat to Kim and Grady’s lives.
“Please, just go away. Why would they be here?” Kim was in a quiet panic. Slowly letting the truth of the letter and promise of their return sink in.
“The mayor isn’t here. They know where he is. But why, why would they be here.” Grady was in a quiet shock as well.
A hand slapped rapidly on the door, leaving a smear of blood on the glass fogging up their view. The hand of this being slid down slowly, emphasizing their awareness of the location. Suddenly the crew of these figures stood calm, seemingly waiting for any kind of response. The kind of waiting around the reporters had been doing, only without words. Kim and Grady knew they definitely would not leave until being acknowledged.
“Mom. Dad. It’s Dad. He came back for us. Just open it.” Grady was sure it was Adam Harbor on the other side. The other side which Adam Harbor definitely was. The other side of life. The other side of mortality. The other side of human capability and capacity. He had been tapped and capped into the other side, and his spirit was returning in the form of his old self. On the other side Adam Harbor stood, with his clan and his plan of unfinished business.
“I would never want to see your father like that Grady. He said he would come back for vengeance, not to visit.” Kim began breathing heavily and finally had motion in her body.
“Leave! Just leave!” Kim could not control her set of emotions that reflected her regret, anger, and sorrow. An accumulation of ten years of abuse internally and from others.
“I’m opening up.” Grady opened the door before Kim could prevent him. Before Kim and Grady was the sight of Adam Harbor. Adam Harbor in the form of a dead man. He was Satan’s vision of Adam Harbor; destroyed, mutilated, rotten, hairless, crooked, a skeleton with skin, a defeated helpless Adam Harbor. All the others with him shared the same beatings, but could identify with some aspect of their former identity.
“Dad. Is it you? Are you Adam Harbor?” Grady asked, as Kim fled away to the sink to expel her sickness.
Grady realized whoever it was, it would not speak or move, but only make noise. Unpleasant noises Grady nor Kim would want to hear coming from someone they used to love. Someone standing in this form could only represent unhappiness, sorrow, torment, pain, and only the history of a human life.
In this form, Grady could fill out some parts of his father, although the most pleasant ones were already gone or battered.
A thump hit the floor at the bottom of the door. Grady looked down and found the head of the mayor of Raven, Oregon. His name was Wiley Sermon. He served as mayor of Raven the past twelve years, and prompted the killing of Adam Harbor’s parents. They were the eldest patients in the hospital, and were the next to knock off to open up capacity. They were both dying of cancer and had not had that much longer to live, but had only been admitted for two days. Wiley stole the lives of Adam’s parents, so Adam took revenge. He was flooded with vengeance, so he disabled the medical sector of Raven and killed the entire staff so that no one would be safe. Wiley Sermon had now fulfilled Adam Harbor’s legacy, and that is all he wanted.
The rotten figures retreated from the front step, backing up into the middle of the Harbor’s yard of drowned, dead grass. One figure went up in flames, and the fire extended to them all, as they committed a group suicide. They reacted with screeching screams, the sound of a soul being damned to hell. Adam Harbor and the others were burnt and exterminated to nothing, but their spirits lived on in Raven. The town had been redeemed, the legacy renewed, and the local demons were sure to never return.