Many people know the infamous story of a horrific china doll given to a young girl as a present. In this tale the powerful doll slowly and mercilessly torments a young, innocent, fragile little girl. Step by step the doll eases up a stairway until slaying the girl. The girl's inattentive parents, who do not listen to her concerns, also become victim to the horror.
For Jaelyn receiving gifts was always an exciting pleasure. Jaelyn was a very merry young girl whose character was heartwarming and giving. An embittering atmosphere never lasted long while she was around. It was her 9th birthday, a large china doll was among the many gifts she received. However, the very appearance of the doll made her uneasy and she quickly tossed it aside. The doll's name ,"Arbella", only added to her disdain. The doll would sit slumped over on the bench where Jaelyn left it for the rest of the evening. It was an ordinary night in the family home until Jaelyn was awakened by a faint but ominous voice. "Jaelyn, I'm on the first step." The voice faded like mist in the wind and she heard no more of it. Helpless and frozen with terror Jaelyn remained motionless in her bed, it was the only form of comfort she felt she could safely remain in. Unable to even speak she would endure a painfully sleepless night. The next morning Jaelyn saw the doll just as she left it yet decided that she must relate to her mom what horror took place that night. Her mom dismissed the story as a dream and thought no more of it.
As night drew ever closer Jaelyn dreaded sleep. The hours of the night ticked by, one by one, unable to fight off her drowsiness Jaelyn's eyes shut as she entered into unprotected sleep.
The two story suburban home was just as simple as most homes, a front and back yard, garage, and a somewhat dilapidated privacy fence. The family had no dogs so the house was regularly quiet. Jaelyn slept on the uppermost floor with her bedroom located at the far end of the house just above the garage. Facing towards the back yard were two large bay windows which gave little to no light to her bedroom depending on the season. Her parents slept down stairs to the left and one hallway away from the stair case leading to her room. Jaelyn loved her room, her father took extra care in making it a veritable royal residence.
It was now 1:35 A.M., only 25 minutes after Jaelyn had slipped into perilous sleep. Two blocks away a twelve man team prepped and checked their equipment in an alley way while briefing on their objective. Before long the team had broken into three four man units who were now headed in the direction of Jaelyn's house. Armed with various weapons and equipment the units split and jogged in different directions.
Tac1: "Tac1, heading to position over."
Tac2: "Tac2, copy. Tac3, check in please."
Tac3: "Tac3 present. Heading to forward position."
When it comes to getting thrills at the expense of a defenseless innocent's death no other responds to the situation like that of the mysterious S.S.A. This particular scenario caught the attention of the agents thus prompting them to respond with devastating force.
As the teams approached their targets they began setting up their equipment with precision and efficiency.
Tac1: "Tac1 is proceeding to roof. Tac3 let us know when you are in position. Get that door lock open and move on our signal."
Tac3: "Copy, we are at the front door. We have a visual on the objective area but the target is not in sight, repeat, target not insight. Caution is advised."
Tac1: "Copy, standby for entry. Removing both widow locks. Time to completion, thirty seconds, over."
Tac2: "We are in position, we have a visual down the hall. Keep an eye out for the target."
"Jaelyn!" Jaelyn snapped awake but lay motionless and immediately began breathing heavily."Jaelyn." The bloodcurdling voice broke the painful silence. Suddenly a noise behind her caused her to jump. Breaking into a cold sweat as she attempted to retreat into her bed covers. As Jaelyn struggled to hear over her own terrified breathing she heard footsteps quietly draw near.
Tac1: "Going in now Tac3 begin your entry."
Tac3: "Going in, going in."
As two members off the top story four man team rushed to Jaelyn's bedside the remaining two pealed off heading to the bedroom door. Beside the bed one of the agents proceeded to talk to Jaelyn in hopes of calming her."Jaelyn, your going to be fine, we are here for you. I guarantee you as long as we are here nothing's going to harm you. Now in a few seconds you'll hear a very loud noise. There will no longer be danger alright? I need you to calm down for me, can you do that? We understand what's going on. We're here to help." Downstairs Tac3 was simultaneously stacking just around the staircase corner.
Tac3: "Tac3 stacked and ready."
Tac2: "Tac3 we have a visual on you, got you covered."
Tac1: "Proceeding to target area."
As Tac1's team reached the staircase landing one of the agents adjusted his M590A1 shotgun in accordance to the target. There it was, Arbella, even more menacing in the dark."Welcome to your last step." With that the agent pulled the trigger. In a flash and a punch of powerful thunder all that was left of the demonish villain was a short lived cloud of china glass and an indistinguishable tattered rag as it drifted to the floor.
One floor and several dauntingly dark halls away from Tactical Team 2 the first of the three confused teens became conscious. Dazed, disoriented, and still struck with fear the boy remained motionless. Afraid to move, afraid to make a sound until he heard the noise of his friend also waking to find himself even more lost than before. After all three had located each other and surveyed their surroundings it seemed clear to them that they were lost beyond all hope. The room they were in now was no hallway but rather what seemed to be a large lounge of some sort. What’s more the ominous and chilling voices synced with the sound of distant creaking doors created a ghostly
symphony that seemed to be approaching closer and closer. Where were they? Where was the officer that was sent? But more importantly the question that was on all three boys’ minds was, am I getting out of here with my life?
Simultaneously Tactical Team 1 was coordinating thorough search patterns of the building with the police officers that had responded to the call. The horrifying sounds that retreated from the penitentiary and mixed with the officers radio equipment made many police officers hesitant to approach. For Tac1 the operation was a slow one, however; not far away Tac2 charged headlong into deadly chaos.
RADIO TRANSMISSIONS OF TAC TEAMS:
Tac2: “Tac2 here, Tac1 we are proceeding to uppermost floor, be advised these doors don’t stay open long, over.”
Tac1: “Copy Tac2, we have officers on floor one and proceeding to floor two. No known contact with victims over.”
Tac2: “ Roger, we are getting lots of static on our coms, prepare for possible commu……*static*”
After several minutes of trying to recontact Tac2, the team leader of Tac1 surged into frantic but precise action. Turning to the officer next to him the team leader dealt his commands, “I want all your officers to continue searching the designated floors! We have lost contact with Tac2, hold your positions until we make contact with Tac2.” Within seconds Tac2 had formed up and was on their way to the last known location of Tac1.
Despite the lack of communication Tac1 was alive and well as it charged through the dank halls of the superstructure. The nonstop barrage of the six man team drowned out the noise of the creaking doors, the voices, and the ominous look of the rooms and halls. As the mass of men worked their way through the deadly maze Tac1’s communications member attempted contact with their fellow agents to no avail. With the burst of another door to the floor, was another step closer to the possible location of the victims. Their mission was to rescue the victims alive, nothing would turn them around until that mission was fulfilled.
As the confused boys huddled together, breathing heavily, the sudden sound of a heavy footstep captured their attention. A figure clothed in what looked to be rags, face covered by a mask of white, lifted above its head a club studded severely with spikes and began to creep towards them. Unable to control his fear the youngest of the lost victims screamed in complete pandemonium. The voices echoed all around and all the doors to the room slammed shut. There was no way out.
As Tac1 moved down the corridors a bloodcurdling shriek turned all their attention in the direction from which it came. Within seconds the team had arrived at the door and hearing the commotion from within slammed against the heavy steel doors without success. Inside the boys had split up and were now randomly running to the farthest corners of the room in an attempt to stay out of the grasp of this devilish horror. as the tactical team slammed into the doors and called out the names of the boys hope flared up in all three boys while confusion blinded the demon like entity. A loud crash and the doors came down as six steadfast men poured into the room. After locating the victims four team members retreated to the hall. Shot after shot was discharged by two agents who stood their ground covering the retreat of the victims, shot after shot impacted the entity eventually dropping him to the floor.
Tac2: “Tac1, do you read me? Report status,report status.”
Tac1: “Tac2, all three victims secure, agents have dispatched an unexplained individual requesting backup to cover our retreat, over.”
Tac2: “Copy Tac1, we are proceeding to floor four. Hold tight and maintain contact.”
Tac1: “roger that, be advised there is still a possibility of further individuals.”
Tac2: “Copy.”
After handing the victims to authorities the twelve agents headed to their transports and left just as abruptly as they had come. Baffled and still on edge from what they had seen and heard the officers then turned their attention to the teens in hopes of getting more information on the ordeal.
Despite the seemingly overwhelming power of the supernatural being it stood no chance when it went face to face with a deadly team of S.S.A. agents whose goal was to rescue the trapped victims no matter the consequences to themselves.
-Defend, defy, defeat. Evil Stops here!
Horror Meets Honor
The S.S.A. a Highly trained, stealthy, and more deadly than the evils they face specializes in victim rescue, counter-evil operations, and a number of other missions. This unit fights head to head with the most dangerous and evil superiors that otherwise would go unopposed.
2:15 P.M. A 911 distress call sends a patrol car to the location of an emergency. A dispatcher is currently on the line with the 911 callers. Two teens and a younger brother have become hopelessly lost inside the dark and dim maze of hallways inside the Essex Mountain Sanatorium, an asylum abandoned for years. In over their heads and plagued with sudden and seemingly sourceless sounds the teens decide to call for the highest authority they can reach. A skeptical, single officer races to the scene expecting a prank. None the less the dispatcher remains on the line with the victims. The following is from that call:
Dispatcher: “Is everyone together young man?”
Victim: "Yes, yeah we are all together. Can you just get someone over here.”
Dispatcher: “We have an officer on the way, just stay where you are.”
Victim: “There’s like,*static*...... all over and I cannot concentrate.”
Dispatcher: “I’m sorry?”
Victim: Talking to fellow victims, “Ugh, it’s cold in here.”
“No one lives here right? All the doors are slamming shut, just please get us out of here!”
Dispatcher: “Stay calm, help is on the way. Are you near any windows or doors that lead to the outside?”
Victim: “No.We’re in a hallway. I don’t….*static*.”
Dispatcher: “Hello? Young man are you there? Hello?”
Having lost contact with the victims the dispatcher informs the responding officer. The officer arrives at the location only to find one vehicle. Not knowing where to start the police officer radios for backup. As the sun begins to dip below the horizon the officer hears unearthly sounds echoing throughout the building. Voices crackle in his radio, indistinguishable, but audible nonetheless. Disturbed the officer reaches for the radio to contact the incoming back up. Before he could speak into the radio he hears the sound of helicopters as they chopped through the air. Within seconds they came into view and landed abruptly behind the asylum.
2:30 P.M. The 911 distress call has also reached the ears of a special unit. This unit is non other than the S.S.A. Within minutes of the call the team races into action. Upon reaching the location the team of 12 descends upon the position in two UH-60 helicopters. The following are the agents transmissions upon their landing:
Tactical Team 1: “Tac2, let me know when you are ready.”
Tactical Team 2: “Copy Tac1, we are currently approaching from the left side of the building.”
Tac1: “Tac1 ready.”
Tac2: “Tac2 is ready to enter, stacked on your left.”
Tac1: “Tac1 is in , proceeding to rendezvous point.”
Tac2: “Copy, lights on team, maintain max visibility.”
As team members call out the names of the victims in an attempt to shorten their search time they cannot help but witness the sounds, and movement that constantly keeps the team on the look out. As the team approaches a first floor hallway the heavy metal door to the entrance slams shut halting the team in their tracks.
Tac1: “Breach, breach, breach!” Tac1's team leader aggressively commands.
Within mere seconds the door is brought down with explosives, the agents pouring into the room without hesitation. The team is now on the second floor but their advance does not stop there.
Tac1: “Alright Tac2 to second floor, Tac2 second floor.”
Tac2: “proceeding to second floor, Tac1 meet upon clearing completion, over.”
Tac1: “Copy, we have contact with local police units. Proceed to objective.”
As the first team operates with the police informing them of their mission, team two disappears down the dark and ominously quiet halls of the second floor.
Suddenly a shrill screech echoed loudly through out the asylum. The unit responded to this by shouting louder in an attempt to gain the upper hand in the battle of fear factors. As the screeches and moans droned on throughout the halls the team busted rotted doors shattering glass and splintering wood as they crushed everything in their way. It was now their goal to make the most noise with great amount of force, shouting all the while, thus making it easier for the victims to identify friend from foe.
