Powers so great that they can do what has been occurring at the Blackwood Manor. All two hundred fallen angels are the only entity that is powerful enough to cause physical disturbances.

So far, all the disturbances at the Blackwood Manor seem to be happening within the Witching Hour, which only occurs during certain times, during midnight to three o’clock a.m., sometimes called the Devils Hour, mocking the Holy Trinity. During those three hours, the supernatural forces are at their most powerful. It seems as if one of the fallen angels has taking a liking, and somehow connected itself to the Blackwood Manor, and anyone within it is along for the ride. However, I had to find out what triggered the change in the first place, and how in the hell do I permanently switch it back to the way it was? That is if it was possible for me to do it, as the fallen angels have unimaginable powers that I do not have.

From that point on I made dam sure that I stayed away from any mirrors within the house, as I surely did not want to see my reflection in the mirror. Then again, who wants to see their reflections in the mirror turned into an old man or woman when they are in the prime of their lives? However, once the old grandfather clock chimed at four o’clock I finally built up enough nerve to look in the mirror. I knew that myself, Elizabeth and the Blackwood Manor had already changed back to our normal self’s some time ago, but I was still nervous to see what my own reflection had looked like within the mirror. I had Elizabeth guide me over to the mirror in the library as I kept my eyes closed, fearing that I would still see an old man in the mirror. When she stopped me she said, “Open your eyes Mason.”

I paused for a brief moment before opening my eyes, and to my surprise, I was back to my normal self again. I was so relieved with what I had seen, and thanked the Almighty One that this was not permanent.

The morning, afternoon, and then before we knew it the entire day had quickly passed by, and every minute of it I had found myself pacing the wood floors of the Blackwood Manor like an animal who was confined within a cage. My head ached tremendously from being overwhelmed with the numerous questions that were still unanswered, when unexpectedly, something most disturbing popped into my head. Alexandrea, where is she? I have not seen her since she had invited me into the Blackwood Manor and introduced me to Elizabeth. I had not seen her during the Witching Hour, better yet the entire day, in which I had been pacing the floors of the Blackwood Manor.

I ran through the hallways of the alluring Blackwood Manor screaming, “Elizabeth, Elizabeth, where in the hell are you?”When suddenly she spoke out saying, “I’m in the living room Mason.” As soon as I made my way into the living room, I did not give her a chance to say anything, as I demanded to know where Alexandrea was. Her face quickly drained of all its color and turned pale like a corpse lying within a morgue on a cold steel table, which terrified me even more than I had already been.

Elizabeth replied, “I hoped that you would not have asked me that until after tonight’s transformation, but since you have already asked, you had better sit down and get a tight grip on yourself.”

As soon as I sat down in a chair I felt as if something had tightened its grip around my body, so tightly that I could not breathe, cutting off the oxygen to my brain. The grip seemed to keep getting tighter and tighter until I thought I was going to lose consciousness, but at the last moment released its suffocating grip. I sat in the chair not moving a muscle, as if I was frozen to it. Just waiting to hear what Elizabeth had to say.

Elizabeth’s facial expression seemed to be hardened like a stone, as she said, “I am pretty sure that when you met Alexandrea last night you had realized that her age was in no way a match of our own.”

Speaking with a loud tone, I replied, “Elizabeth, what are you trying to tell me, spit it out already.”

I was trembling inside and out with fear as Elizabeth stuttered and stammered, trying her best to choose her words wisely. 

“Mason, I do not know how to put this any other way. Alexandrea passes from life as we know it at the stroke of midnight!”

Everything started going black. It was as if darkness had fallen and engulfed the planet, and the floor opened up beneath me. I felt as if I had fallen into a bottomless pit, and hearing only the echoes of my own tormented screams as I slid deeper and deeper down it, knowing that I could never return to be the same person that I was before Elizabeth and I meet. When I awakened, I had very little sense of normalcy. Except for Elizabeth, I was completely alone. I realized that I was staring at the body of an old, old woman again. It was very hard to picture the alluring blue eyes that held so much fire and warmth just the night before, but the comparison was still audible as she spoke to me.

“Mason, I wish to God that I had never brought you here, to the Blackwood Manor, right into the mist of all this evil. I should have never contacted you for your supernatural investigative services.”

“Elizabeth, it is alright, that is what I am here for, this is what I do for a living, remember.” I said with a brave look on my face. “This will be one of the greatest challenges that I have ever dealt with, to say the least, but I will find us a way out of this predicament.” 

I hoped the brave person that I was trying to portray looked and sounded convincing enough, as I knew deep down within my heart that I was covering up a lie, there was no doubt in that.