The three young girls were always together. Sammy and Laurie were
twins,age 7 and the youngest always with a winning smile, Victoria,
just turned 5 . Fittingly her birthday was on Valentine's Day.
They were so charming , thought Old Jake who made a living doing
odd jobs in Pawtuxet Village. Today he was cleaning up the sidewalk
in front of the Old Stone Bank. The girls, his sweethearts, often
stopped to chat with him, a lonely middle aged man.
This morning the three were on their way to St.Paul's Catholic
School. To get there they usually cut across a wooded area by the dark
waters of the river that flowed near Rhodes on the Pawtuxet, an old
abandoned and some say haunted dance hall. In the past the eerie
surroundings of the dance hall had been the scene of number of rape
murders.
Old Jake who was only 50 worried about them all time. " Why couldn't
they get a ride to school like the others? " he asked. He knew the
father was a drunk and the mother worked in the laundry. " Life is
unjust ", thought Jake.
This morning the girls startled him with a very strange
tale: the Virgin Mary had appeared to them yesterday morning in the
woods.It was a brilliantly sunny late September day. So maybe that
explained the " ball of fire ".
The Virgin spoke to them -of all things - about the BLOOD OF THE
LAMB ." The holy sacrifice of the mass was really the BLOOD OF THE LAMB, "
she said.
The heavenly visitor told them just where to meet her this morning
before they attended mass.
The three sisters, Jake's sweethearts, were found dead in
the Fay Field woods that afternoon by classmates and Sister Veronica.
Their hearts had been cut out , their throats slit, and their blood
poured into a strange copper bowl with ancient Greek designs on it.
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