Amaryllis admitted that those rumours were true. She had given birth to her brother’s children, paternal twins, Randolph and Rachel, although no one in Fall River had ever laid eyes on them, even Lenore, who had passed away shortly before the twins were born. The twins were home schooled, according to the state, but Amaryllis admitted that from the earliest age, the twins were taught to effectively embalm and prepare corpses for burial. They were made to sleep in the basement, alongside those same corpses. It was the price they had to pay for their Mother’s own shame. This continued for years until one night, early in the Spring of 1984, Randolph told his mother that Rachel had changed, becoming ill in the mornings, easily fatigued, and, he hesitated to tell her, she had been bleeding under her pants. The overwhelming guilt of the sins of Amaryllis’ past crushed Amaryllis at that second. She went mad, right there in that basement. She shackled Rachel to the radiator on the wall, and dragged Randolph, screaming, to the crematorium. Gerald, who had been performing repairs on the far side of the house, reached the crematorium just in time to see Amaryllis close the door on Randolph; he stood in horror and watched as his grandson banged against the heavy glass porthole, began to bake, his flesh bubbling and cracking, before he finally succumbed to the flames of the furnace.  

 

Gerald subdued his daughter, bringing her back to her senses. Then he sternly warned her to stay away from the only remaining heir to the Vandelay funerary business, or else he would go to the authorities with the whole, sordid tale. Amaryllis did as she was told, and went about her daily life, speaking to Gerald as little as possible; any care that Rachel had received after that time was offered by grandfather. Amaryllis refused to step one foot into that basement until three days before Christmas when Gerald finally confronted her about the impending birth of Rachel’s child. He demanded that after the baby was born that she do her part in helping to raise the child as he had become too old to care for an infant. When Amaryllis refused, the argument escalated and became physical until the exertion became too much for Gerald. He fell to his knees, clutching at his chest, pleading with Amaryllis to call the hospital.

 

Instead, Amaryllis flung open the basement door, unchained Rachel, and dragged her screaming to the crematorium, just as she had Rachel’s brother some months before. She thrust Rachel, and her unborn child, into the furnace, and closed the door. The flames engulfed the pregnant child as Gerald entered the crematorium, still clutching at his chest. Somehow he found the strength to shove Amaryllis aside and fling open the door to the furnace. But it was too late. Rachel’s body lie on the table, glazed and blackened by the heat, her pregnant belly, swollen and protruding from her burnt corpse. As Amaryllis and Gerald stood in shock, eyeing Rachel’s body, the stretched skin of her scorched belly cracked open, and her infant child lie inside, still nestled in the warmth of her dry, fragile womb. Amaryllis removed the infant and cremated what remained of Rachel’s body before calling the ambulance.

 

The Vandelay Funeral Home fell quiet after that night. Gerald finally recovered, but was unable to return to the business in any capacity as the stroke he had suffered had nearly left him an invalid. Amaryllis became the sole face of the business for the next fourteen years, and kept any sign of Gerald, or Fiona, as the child came to be known,, out of the sight of any clientele. She often neglected Fiona, feeding her only every few days, keeping her malnourished. When the child began to walk, at a very late stage developmentally, Amaryllis would strap her arms and legs to the embalming table, and gag her, so no sound could escape her lips while the business was receiving guests. Fiona was raised without the benefit of an education or any type of socialization except that of Amaryllis, who would often neglect and abuse her. When Fiona began to illustrate signs of savage behavior, Amaryllis felt she had no choice but to keep the child strapped to the table for weeks at a time. For fourteen years, this was the manner in which Fiona Vandelay’s life was spent.

 

Amaryllis was tried and convicted for the crimes against her family. Gerald passed away shortly after Billy Wingus helped discover the family’s dirty secrets, and Fiona was given special care at McLean Hospital, where the Harvard trained staff worked endlessly in an attempt to civilize and rehabilitate Fiona. After spending ten years attempting to acclimate Fiona to the outside world, she was transferred to an adult foster home where she would receive moderate independence. Upon her arrival, Fiona became increasingly agitated, unable to communicate clearly what had initially disturbed her. She began to tear and claw at her face, leaving sharp gashes on her forehead and cheeks. She bit at the air, and her lips and tongue. She grunted and howled, moving in her chair so erratically, that eventually her wheelchair began to come apart, spilling Fiona to the floor where she continued to writhe and scream until she was removed from the home by the administrating staff member.

 

This behavior ceased the moment Fiona was carried outside of the home. Shortly after this incident it was discovered that the foster family had recently lost their little boy, who had wandered into the neighbor’s yard and drowned in their swimming pool. That information would seem extraneous until six months later when the Blanchards, Fiona’s most recent foster family, required emergency time away, which meant that Fiona would have to be transferred to another home during the Blanchard’s absence. This time Fiona would remain calm in the new home until she was taken to the bedroom that had been arranged for her. Upon entering the room, she seemed agitated, but then calmed a bit after being tucked away in bed. Later that night, the host family, Angel and Rodney Tucker, were awoken by the sounds of thrashing and howling from Fiona’s bedroom. When they arrived, Fiona was bleeding from deep lacerations to her face and arms, leaning against the overturned mattress. As the Tucker’s entered the room, Fiona stopped flailing her arms, and her chin dropped to her chest, her head lowered. After a few seconds, she raised her head, and in a voice that Carol Tucker would swear was the voice of her late Father, who had died in that very room, spoke in a pleading voice, “Let me out!”.

 

Fiona was removed from the Tucker home that night and placed in a care facility until the Blanchards returned home. From that night forward, though, Fiona had seemed to change. At times, she would remain helplessly mute, able to only communticate in grunts or a series of moans. At other times, though, both the Blanchards and Doctor Phillip Timmons, Fiona’s care physician from McLean, would witness her in states of lucidity, able to carry on simple, but articulate conversations. During these conversations she would express interest in a great variety of topics from comic books and movies that she could have never been exposed to, to stories detailing information as far back as the Korean War which had ended in 1953.

 

By 2010, Fiona had made so much progress both physically and socially, that she was then transferred to Pinebrook of Amherst, a small, apartment community that specialized in offering minimally supervised, independent living for the mildly mentally disabled. Fiona seemed to thrive in this environment, almost constantly communicating her needs clearly, and even finding the physical strength to rise out of her wheelchair and slowly walk short distances. The medical community considered the rehabilitation of Fiona Vandelay a success. While she could never be fully integrated into society as a productive member, she had acclimated enough to the outside world that she could be treated with a minimum of supervision.

 

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MCLEAN HOSPITAL

BELMONT, MA 02478

PATIENT REPORT #092002 - 012399

PATIENT: FIONA VANDELAY

SUBMITTED BY: PHILLIP TIMMONS, M.D./Psy.D

09/25/13

 

This is my final report on Patient #37914270, Fiona Vandelay from Fall River, Massachusetts. The patient first came into our care in June of 1998, a malnourished, feral child, fourteen years of age. She was unable to care for herself in any way. Between the years of 1998 and 2008, she was put through an intense regimen of physical, mental, emotional, and social rehabilitation. In 2008, as part of a controlled experiment, she was left in the care of various foster homes for adult care in which, despite isolated, violent outbursts, she began to thrive and grow. In 2010 she was transferred to Pinebrook of Amherst, an independent living care facility. Coincidentally, the apartment she moved into had previously been occupied by Massachusetts’ most notorious murderer, the late Clement Loyola, who had served 43 years at the Souza-Baronowski Corrections Center. He had passed away in that very apartment only weeks before Fiona was moved in. Despite the tragic history of its previous owner, Fiona thrived at Pinebrook...at first.

 

Late in the summer of 2010, we began to hear sporadic reports of Fiona having frightened some of the children, who lived in a separate complex on the same street as Pinebrook. It was said that she would stare at a group of children and if one of them returned her gaze, she would smile with a rictus grin and beckon them over. In early 2011, it was reported that one of the children, 6 year old Toby Jenkins, new to the nearby complex, approached Fiona in her wheelchair. Whenever the child was in her reach, she lunged at him, clutching him close to her. Before he was able to escape her grasp, she licked his face. His parents reported this behavior to us that evening and Fiona was brought back into the hospital for a week of close supervision. During this time, she disavowed any knowledge of the reported events. I ordered an increase in her daily medication and released her to her previous apartment.

 

After this time, there were no more reports of her “terrorizing” the local children until May of that year. The situation was the same as other children who witnessed this event claimed she stared at a young girl, 10 year old Mary Beth Cassidy, until the girl turned her gaze to Fiona. Fiona beckoned the little girl over. She began to approach Fiona against the urgings of her nearby friends. When the little girl was within arms reach, Fiona once again clutched the little girl to her, and in a voice that was reported by the girl to be far too masculine for a woman, invited her to come inside her apartment so that she could share a secret with the little girl. Fiona told her that no one would have to know what the secret was except her and “Aunty Fiona”. One of the other children, who had been watching this scene and corroborated on what was said, forced the girl out of Fiona’s clutches. Fiona began to howl at the children, clawing again at her face and arms, biting at the air. She was removed from the apartment again that afternoon and sent to McLean once again.

 

Again, Fiona disavowed any knowledge of the reported occurrence and once again, after a week of intense therapy and a raise in her daily dosage, she was allowed to reside in the community again, under the strict understanding that no further incidents would be tolerated or I would see to it that she was transferred to Bridgewater State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. This was a mistake on my part. As the person who was solely responsible for the actions of Fiona Vandelay during her integration into society, I am prepared to accept whatever punishment is justly waiting for me. After the previous incident I should have sent her straight away to Bridgewater rather than give in to the ennui provided by the comfortability of my time and position at McLean as a psychiatric care physician. Instead, I unleashed the evil that is Fiona Vandelay upon this world and sent her back to apartment 1720 at Pinebrook.

 

Seven hours ago, we received a report that Fiona, who had gone seven months without an incident, had abducted and subsequently murdered an eight year old boy, Rory Valentine, in her apartment at Pinebrook. The abduction had occurred the same way the previous two incidents had began, with Fiona engaging, and then attacking the child. This time, the child agreed to join her in her apartment under the auspices of sharing a secret with her. After the Mother of the boy became concerned that he had not come back home for lunch as she had instructed, she began to call her neighbors to find out if anyone might have news of his whereabouts. One of the other residents asked her daughter, who said she had seen the little boy enter Fiona’s apartment with her. The boy’s Mother first reported this to the hospital, and then to the local authorities.

 

When I arrived, police officers were taping off the crime scene. As I entered the apartment, I witnessed a most gruesome sight. Fiona had shackled the boy to the radiator next to the wall. Then she had used her fingernails to carve the words, “The Bitch is Mine” into the boy’s back. She then began to gnaw on his face, chewing through the flesh of his right cheek, dislocating the boy’s jaw, and mutilating him almost up to his right ear. It is agreed that at this point, the boy had most likely lost consciousness due to the exquisite pain she had inflicted upon him. Despite his having passed out, she continued to mutilate his body until he had finally bled out from the wounds she had inflicted.

 

One of the first officers on the scene was a close acquaintance of mine, Officer Dewayne Jones. He told me that as he kicked the door open to apartment 1720, the boy had slumped to the floor, already deceased, and that the wheelchair had been overturned, one of the wheels still spinning. Yet, after ordering a complete search of the grounds, Fiona Vandelay was nowhere to be found. I can attest, prove, through medical facts that Fiona Vandelay does not have the physical strength to walk out of her apartment and into the street, much less escape from uniformed officers both on foot, and later in roadblocks on every major highway and Interstate out of Massachusetts. Someone had to have assisted Fiona Vandelay in escaping the scene of the murder, someone who approves of the horrifying crime she had committed. She will no longer be under my care, or the care of McLean, as her capture will certainly lead to incarceration at Bridgewater. How many young lives, though, will Fiona Vandelay terrorize before she is apprehended and locked away, back in that basement where she belongs, for the rest of her life?

 

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A conduit, in esoterism, and spiritual discourse, is a specific object, person, location, or process (such as engaging in a séance or entering a trance) which allows a person to connect or communicate with a spiritual realm, metaphysical energy, or spiritual entity, or vice versa. The use of such a conduit may be entirely metaphoric or symbolic, or it may be earnestly believed to be functional.