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Chapter Two Part Twelve
Maggie scanned over her notes. “What happened to the plate?”
The woman crossed herself. “It was never found. Two girls, Rosa and Josefa, disappeared soon after Luis left San Vicente. Many thought they had stolen the plate from his house, and had fled with it.” The candy vendor hugged herself. “Others said El Cipitillo had taken them, in my stead.” The truth poured out in Niña Tilla’s voice like venom, causing Maggie to hesitate. “I was glad it took them. I did not want El Cipitillo appearing to me again. Ever.”
“Why do you think he appeared to you?”
“My mother said it was because I was sinning. I invited the devil’s lust.” The elderly woman suddenly wiped a tear from her eye. “I was a young girl, I was in love with Gustavo, and he was in love with me.”
“Your mother said it was the devil?”
“When I described it to my father, he said it was El Cipitillo.”
Maggie flipped another page; she’d just used half a dozen sheets of paper, front and back without realizing it. “Could you describe him to me?”
“I will never forget the way that creature looked. It was small, like a child. Naked. It did not have the large sombrero that El Cipitillo was said to wear, but it had long dark hair. When its face lifted, I saw the face of death. A face I knew, but now it looked—” She shuddered, her fear beginning again. “It was pale, ringed by torn flesh. The eyes that watched me from behind the sockets; they were demonic.”
Maggie gulped, eyes blinking, her skin beginning to crawl with goose bumps. The mental picture that was forming in her mind looked grotesque and monstrous. “Were his eyes red?”
“No. Solid black, like coal. I could feel them watching me. It was as if the eyes were grabbing me.” A gnarled hand reached for Maggie, making her recoil. “They just stared at me. Then the laughter! It was so horrible.”
Maggie took the hand, her heart pounding wildly. She patted the soft, liver-spotted skin in an effort to comfort her. “We don't need to talk about this anymore.”
The old woman pulled her hand back, taking a few moments to control herself. Her frantic whispers of prayer were barely audible.
Part Thirteen coming soon