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will.”
    “Enjoy your dinner!”
    With that she turned quickly and went over to another table,
three tables away, and began to take their dinner order.
    Aaron picked up his steak knife and fork and cut out a morsel
from the prime rib. He sampled this piece and found the steak flavor to just
burst into his mouth.
    What could account for this wonderful taste? he
thought. Was it the cut, the preparation, or could it be the wine? Perhaps
it was the combination of all three.
    He proceeded to cut several more pieces from the steak. He cut
open his baked potato and filled it with sour cream. After consuming a couple
of bites of the savory steak and a second glass of wine, he decided to read the
papers from his Aunt Laura. He unfolded the sheets of paper and began to read.

 
    September 14, 1993
     
    My Dearest Aaron,
    These words I write to you are the hardest thing I have
ever had to do. You are reading these words after my death, because I haven’t
the courage to speak of these matters to you in person. I regret my weakness,
please forgive me.
    I have tried to provide you with a generous inheritance
with which to build your life. Some of the inheritance came from my mother and
before her, her mother and so on. This wealth began in our family many years
ago and it is only proper that it remain for the benefit of a family member.
    Now I must reveal to you some deep, and yes, dark
secrets that I have kept from you since your birth.
    Aaron, I am not your Aunt Laura, my real name is
Elizabeth Corbin Powell. I am your mother. Your birth name is Aaron Corbin
Powell. You were born at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Boston,
Massachusetts, on November 11, 1966. With these papers is a copy
of your birth certificate and baptism papers. I legally changed your name with
the help of some friends to Aaron Bailey. I did this to protect the both of us.
If I hadn’t, your very life would have been in mortal danger.
    I beg your forgiveness, Aaron. I wish that our family
had never been caught up in this horrific nightmare, but we were. I raised you
as a son, but under the guise of being your Aunt. It was a weak attempt on my
part to protect you. I know I should have spoken to you directly, but I kept
hoping that what my own mother had revealed to me was wrong. Unfortunately, she
was not wrong, Aaron. Our family has been hunted for the past seven
generations. With this letter, I shall try to give you a glimpse into your
heritage.
    My dearest son, Aaron, you are the first and only male
born in our family since 1843. In 1804, the Powell family settled in Sutton,
Vermont, where they took up farming in the Winooski
River Valley.
The family was modestly prosperous and bought more land, until they owned
hundreds of acres of fertile valley land. They also began an orchard, a
gristmill and a general store. They belonged to the Church
of Everlasting Faith. In 1841, a
new pastor arrived to head this church, since the older pastor had died during
the winter of 1840 from small pox. Soon everything changed in Sutton. This new
pastor was a dark and evil person. It was widely known that he promoted fear
and paranoia in that small community.
    This pastor, who called himself Elisa Porter Cummings,
began a secret cult. This cult became a church within his church. The cult grew
powerful and was very secretive about its affairs. The Reverend Cummings tried
several times to get our ancestors to join his inner flock. They resisted at
first, but after a while they began to reconsider.
    Aaron, I can’t possibly speak of all that went on back
in 1843, except to say that eventually this cult took to worshipping Satan.
They offered sacrifice to him, including human sacrifice. They referred to
themselves as “Keepers.” Reverend Cummings had convinced his followers that
Satan wished to take on human form. He said that Satan had made a covenant with
everyone who would participate in this transformation, that they would enjoy
untold wealth and power, and even immortality.