In a large stone church in the front pew on a beautiful Autumn day sat Mrs. Paula Bee. Mrs. Bee was a middle aged mother of three, wife to the churches rector and the symbol of purity in her quiet little hamlet. Dyerstown a small town in New Hampshire about a two hour drive from the city of Manchester, is a tight knit community where everyone knows everybody's business. The Bee's were front and center of the day to day life in Dyerstown.
"Welcome my children," the Reverend Cornelius Bee shouted, "It is so good to see you all back here this fine Sunday in the Lord's house.
"Now today we are going to talk about sin and how easily you can be tempted by the demons that stalk us everyday."
The Reverend went on for about an hour discussing all the ways the demons could ruin your life and your soul. Mrs. Bee sat at attention during the whole sermon hanging on every word. After the service she greeted all of the congregation as she always did. She always walked home afterwards by herself to reflect on the words of her husband. Her children had youth groups to attend and her husband was busy with the church's business.
The church was situated back off the road in a wooded area. The town itself was surrounded by woods, and backed up to a national forest. There were often tales of evil spirits that inhabited these woods. The Bee's lived about three blocks from the church. It always made for a nice walk, which was good as Mrs. Bee was not allowed to drive.
On her way home she passed a house that she never really paid attention to. It was an old house that sat back off the road. The bushes were overgrown and it was surrounded by large trees. The house was empty for years but word had gone around that is was recently purchased. Mrs. Bee noticed a man near the house, it was no one she had ever seen before. She stopped to get a better look. He was a tall muscular man with dark features. He turned to look at her, this caused Mrs. Bee to look away and scurry down the road. She could not be seen talking to a man she didn't know without her husband present.
Mrs. Bee arrived home and prepared to make the families Sunday meal. She put on her apron that was adorned with religious symbols and began baking. Mrs. Bee had a very nice figure for being the mother of three. She was about five foot three, curvy and had very nice breasts. The apron hugged her curves and she tried to look her best at all times.
She would be entertaining her husbands family and other guests from the church for dinner. This is their Sunday afternoon routine. She had to make sure everything was ready on-time as to not anger her husband. She had quite a bit of food to prepare. Her husband insisted that everything be perfect. She knew she would be reprimanded if he was not happy.
Rev. Bee and their three teenage children arrived home and went to freshen up for their meal. Cornelius Bee was a skinny little man. He was only about five foot four and had little meat on his body. He was mean to his wife and treated her more like his housekeeper than his true love.
Mrs. Bee had the food all displayed on the table as was expected. She always put on quite a spread. The table was filled with a beautiful ham, fresh made bread and abundance of fruits and vegetables. Rev. Bee walked into the dining room and fussed at his wife.
"You know my parents will be here soon as will the Henrys and the Stevens," Mr. Bee said with a harsh tone.
"Where are the deserts, you always forget them!" He said, "I will pray for you, you wicked woman!"
Mrs. Bee shuttered and apologized to her husband.
"I am sorry dear, I will bring them to the table," She said in a submissive voice.
Mrs. Bee rushed to the kitchen to retrieve the missing deserts she had spent hours making.
The door bell rang and Mrs. Bee rushed to the door to welcome her guests. The first guests to arrive were her husbands parents, Mr. and Mrs Wilber Bee. They had been in this town their whole lives and were ultra conservative. They treated Paula worse than her husband did. She was required by her husband to address them as Father and Mother.
"Good afternoon Father and Mother," Paula said softly.
"We have been waiting out here forever, what took you so long woman?" Said Father Bee.
Mother Bee just shook her head in disapproval as she glanced at Paula.
"I do apologize, I was in the kitchen," Paula replied.
The other guests then arrived together. Both the Henrys and the Stevens were families from the church. They were the wealthiest members of the congregation and Rev. Bee liked to have them feel special as to keep the donations coming in. The Henrys have two children around the age of the Bees three. The Stevens are newly married and have not yet had children. Paula welcomed them all in and excused herself to prepare the place settings.
As Paula was near the kitchen windows she noticed a figure our near the edge of the woods. It looked to be the man she had seen earlier at the old house. She looked harder to see what he was doing. He turned to look at her and she could see that his eyes were black as coal. She jumped back with fear. When she looked again he was no longer there. She thought she must be seeing things or she was seeing the demons her husband had been warning about be near.
"What are you doing, we need to eat!" Rev. Bee muttered to her.
This brought Paula back down to earth. She rushed out to serve her waiting guests.
After dinner, the adults sat around and discussed the latest news of the town. Mr. Stevens who was the towns biggest realtor mentioned that he had just sold the old Townsend house to a family from Manchester.
"The Townsend house, is that the old house on Howard street?" Asked Paula.
"Yes, it is", replied Mr. Stevens. "Why do you ask?"
