Episode 3-12: Night Terrors


  • Pearl received a visit from the Collins family, who shocked her by asking her to marry Damien.
  • Damien arrived later and proposed to Pearl who told him it was way too soon for marriage.
  • Damien asked Pearl to think his proposal over.
  • Christoph vowed no one would stop him from reuniting with Quinn and Jude.
  • Duncan awoke from his coma a second time.

Halloween Night
St. Mary’s Regional Medical Center, Lewiston

Dr. Gail Warren and Nurse Sarah Callahan were tending to Duncan Tyler, who had again come out of his coma. He was sitting up in bed and drinking a cup of water.

Once he was finished, he began to talk. “I’m sorry to say that I can’t recall who attacked me. All I’m able to see is a blurry black shape.”

Doctor Warren sat down on the edge of the bed. “Your mother told the detectives who are investigating your assault that it was your ex-wife who hit you.”

Duncan was taken aback. “Pearl? You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way that she would hurt me like that. She was angry about our divorce but she’s too good and sweet a person to ever do something that brutal. Not to mention, she’s pregnant. She wouldn’t risk our unborn baby’s life to commit such a heinous crime.”

“Well, you can sort it out with your mother when she and your father get here. I contacted them a few minutes ago and they’re on their way,” Doctor Warren said.

The Lawrence Farm 

Pearl Tyler was lying on the sofa, watching Dracula with Christopher Lee. She had to chuckle, now that she met a real-life vampire, the movie versions seemed pretty boring.

The phone rang on the table by the easy chair rang and Pearl got up to answer it. “Hello, Lawrence residence.”

“Trick or treat,” spoke Quinn Nightshade’s smooth voice.

Pearl laughed. “Sorry, but you’re a little old to be trick-or-treating tonight.”

“I’m never too old for a treat, especially if you’re the treat in question,” he answered silkily.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being randy?” Pearl playfully asked.

“Not when it comes to you,” he said. “So, are you alone?”

“Yes, just me and the horror movies on the telly,” she replied.

“Want me to come over and keep you company?” he asked her.

“No, I want to enjoy an evening by myself, if that’s okay.” Especially after the surprise Damien and his family pulled on me earlier, she thought wearily.  “Besides, you’re taking me out tomorrow, remember?”

“I can’t wait…just you and me and nature. It’s supposed to be another nice day too, so wear something pretty,” Quinn cheerfully responded.

“I’ll see what I can stretch over my belly,” Pearl said, laughing again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”

“I will…I’ll be thinking of you,” he told her, his voice getting husky.

“Pleasant dreams then…bye Quinn.” Pearl hung up the phone, but picked the cordless receiver back up and took with her to the sofa in case someone else would call.

As she predicted, the phone rang about twenty seconds later. “Hello, Lawrence residence.”

There was silence on the other end. “Hello,” Pearl spoke again.

More silence…and then a creepy metallic sounding voice, as if someone were using an electronic mechanism to disguise it. “I hope your Halloween is good so far—because it’s about to get very nasty.”

Pearl was taken aback a little. “Look, I’m not in the mood for games tonight. Go bother someone else.” She was about to click the talk button off when the voice spoke again.

“I’m not joking! You’re going to burn bitch…burn good!”

This time Pearl got angry. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m not going to listen to this disgusting filth anymore, and if you call here again I’ll ring the police. Got that?” She quickly hung up on the eerie caller and slammed the phone down on the coffee table. She began to shake a little. God, what a psycho, she bitterly said to herself.

Pearl lie back on the couch and tried to get back into the movie but the phone call had made her jittery. You’re okay, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just some nutter’s idea of a sick Halloween prank, she silently reassured.

Her reassurance was short-lived as the phone rang again. Pearl didn’t answer. The Lawrences had an answering machine; she decided to see if the caller would leave a message. After four rings, the pleasant voice of Iva Lawrence chimed in. “Hello, you’ve reached the Lawrence family—Iva, Gene and Sadie. Please leave a message after the beep and we’ll return your call as soon as possible. Have a nice day.” The beep sounded and sure enough, the metallic voice of Pearl’s tormenter was heard.

“I know you’re there. You bloody well pick up!” it screamed. Pearl sat on the sofa, rigid as a statue. “Dammit, pick up the phone!” the voice yelled again.

Pearl clicked the talk button and composed herself. “Getting your jollies tonight, are we?” she spat.

“You’ll be getting yours soon enough bitch,” the voice cryptically droned. “Things are about to get very, very hot.” Then the caller laughed demonically.

Pearl struggled to stay calm. “I don’t know what you want or why you’re doing this, but if you don’t stop I will call the police and have you traced. Don’t think I’m kidding.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Then the voice spoke again.

“Call the police. It won’t do you any good. You’ll be dead before the night is over.”

Pearl almost dropped the phone and she started to tremble. “You’re not just some Halloween trickster are you? You know who I am and I think I know who you are. I don’t know how you got this number Bridget, but you’ve threatened me and I’m calling the police. You’re sick…very sick. You won’t get away with this.” Her stomach lurched and she felt like she was going to vomit.

“That’s what you think Pearl.” The voice was no longer electronic. It was Bridget Walsh’s voice, as clear as day. “You think because you’re carrying the golden child you’re going to be spared. I could care less about you and your brat.”

“You’re insane. You would hurt an innocent baby, just to get revenge because you got dumped? People get rejected all the time, Bridget. Deal with it! But don’t you dare go after my baby!” Pearl exclaimed

“You just watch your back bitch. I’m on my way,” Bridget growled. Then with a click she was gone.

Still shaking, Pearl dialed 911. Seconds later, a dispatcher came on the phone. “911, what’s your location?”

“Um, I don’t know the exact road name, but I’m on Route 26 in Haven out at the Lawrence Farm. I’ve been getting threatening phone calls tonight…she said she was going to kill me. Please come…I need help,” Pearl nearly cried, on the verge of tears.

“Okay Ma’am, calm down. Who said she was going to kill you?” the dispatcher answered gently but firmly.

“Bridget Walsh. If you don’t send someone here quick…I’m pregnant,” Pearl replied, trembling with fear. “She said she’s going to kill me and my baby.”

“Ma’am, we’re going to send a police car out but it may take a while. They’ve been very busy tonight,” the dispatcher told her. “Is there somewhere you can go?”

By this time Pearl was nearly in hysterics. “I can’t drive my car…I’m on doctors’ orders because of my pregnancy…please can’t you do anything?”

“I’ll notify the police and they’ll come as quickly as possible…in the meantime, is there someone you can call?” the dispatcher responded reassuringly.

“Yes,” Pearl said, between sobs.

“Okay. Make sure all the doors and windows are locked and call someone to come over and stay with you until the police arrive,” the dispatcher instructed.

Pearl nodded. “Yes, I’ll make sure of that and I’ll call someone. Thank you.” She hung up the phone. She slowly stood up, phone in hand and crept towards the kitchen. She looked around and made sure it was secure. Placing the phone down on the counter, she grabbed a butcher knife out of a block that was on the counter and held it close to her chest. She picked the phone back up with her free hand and crept back into the living room. The TV was still on. Pearl sat down on the sofa, apprehension flooding her entire body. She stared at the phone. She needed to call either Quinn or Damien. She shouldn’t be alone. She knew Bridget would make good on her threat.

Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the back of the house which made her almost jump out of her skin. She quickly got off the sofa, still clutching the knife and the phone. She had to get down to the basement, where she knew she would be the safest. She would call Quinn from there. She headed into the kitchen—and came face to face with Bridget.

Pearl screamed and a grin of pure evil covered the blonde’s face.  She pulled a switchblade knife out of the pocket of her blue jeans.

“Drop that knife Pearl, or I’ll plunge mine right into your stomach,” she threatened. Pearl hesitated for a bit, which angered Bridget. “I said drop it now!”

Pearl did as she was told and the knife fell to the floor with a clang. “Put the phone on the counter,” Bridget ordered. Pearl complied.

She wiggled the knife menacingly in front of Pearl, who instinctively put her hands in front of her swollen stomach. “Why are you doing this? Killing me and my baby isn’t going to solve anything. They find me dead and everybody will know it was you. I called 911 and gave your name. You’re as good as caught!”

“You underestimate me,” Bridget taunted. “I’ve taken care of everything.” She raised the knife again. “You and I are going out to the stables. Start walking.”


 The Collins home

Damien had gone to bed early after telling his family Pearl had turned down his proposal. But he was in a restless sleep, thrashing around like a fish out of water. He started dreaming…

The sky was black and the moon was full and bright. He stalked through the forest, violently pushing away branches. Low and menacing growls escaped from his jaws. He was on the hunt and he knew exactly the type of prey he was searching for.

He had seen her strolling through the woods. The minute he spotted her he knew he had to have her. He had claimed her as his and nothing was going to stop him from getting her.

He continued almost for another mile—and then he saw her. She was wearing a long white nightgown with short puffy sleeves. Her long hair softly swirled in the breeze. He was overcome with desire. He had to have her now.

 He let her know he was there. She turned around and upon seeing him she screamed in terror and took off running. He was on her heels. He was too fast for her and he grabbed and pulled her down to the ground. He was on top of her, pawing at her nightgown. The fabric tore easily.

 She covered her breasts with her hands and started to cry. “No Damien! Please don’t hurt me!”

 He didn’t want to. But he knew what he had to do if she was going to be with him forever. He opened his mouth, bared his long fangs that were dripping with drool and roughly pulled her right arm towards him. He bit down on her flesh and she screamed again as the blood poured out like a red stream.

 She looked up at him with a tear-stained face. “Why?” she moaned. Then she closed her eyes and started to cry.

I’m sorry, he said silently. But it was the only way you could be mine, and now you are for eternity. I love you Pearl…

Damien woke up with a start. He sat up in bed and furiously ran his hands through his dark hair. He was covered in sweat and shaking. It was only a nightmare. But what if it was something more? Was his subconscious revealing what he really wanted to do, so he could keep her for good?

“No,” he told himself defiantly. “You don’t want to hurt Pearl. You don’t want to turn her into a werewolf. Get it out of your mind.”

He got out of bed and opened a window. Cool air instantly flowed into the room. He took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh night air. Then he went back to bed, closed his eyes, and soon sleep overtook him.


 St. Mary’s Regional Medical Center

Duncan was back asleep, but it was a conscious sleep. In a waiting room down the hall, Doctor Warren and his parents, Amelia and Sheldon Tyler, were talking.

“Duncan doesn’t know who attacked him but he is adamant it was not his ex-wife. There is a chance he could ultimately remember and there is a chance he may never remember. But we’ve got to have patience and you need to keep him in a stress-free environment as much as possible. I wouldn’t even mention Pearl’s name unless he does it first,” Doctor Warren advised.

“Don’t worry Doctor, Pearl is but a memory now best forgotten,” Amelia assured her.

“Good.” She smiled at the couple. “Well, I must get back to my rounds. Sarah will make sure he’s comfortable and taken care of. She’s become quite fond of Duncan. Have a good night Mr. and Mrs. Tyler.” With a nod, she left them alone in the waiting room.

After she left, Sheldon turned to look at his wife. “Now that he’s awake, we can work on getting him out of here as soon as possible and back home with us. We all need to forget about Pearl, forget about Bridget and try and start living a normal life again.”

What the two didn’t know was that Pearl and Bridget weren’t quite out of their lives yet and things were not going to return to normal anytime soon…

Coming up—it’s the season finale!

  • Bridget continues her murderous plot of revenge against Pearl…will the mother-to-be survive the evil wrath of a woman scorned?
  • Micah and Sadie have visions  and feelings of a deadly fire.
  • Christoph finally arrives in Haven and the vampire’s lust for blood claims another hapless victim.
  • Duncan remembers who tried to kill him!
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