Supernatural Fresh Meat - By Alice Henderson Page 0,29
of newspaper indices, he pulled down three huge red books. “Let’s check the San Francisco Daily Tribune.”
They split them up, combing through the entries. In 1912, Sam found another reference to a corpse with foreign organs. He retrieved the spool and fed it through. “Corpse of Missing School Teacher Found Under Grisly Circumstances.”
“What’s it say?”
“An elementary school teacher disappeared after a teacher/ parent meeting in 1912. The following week, she walked into her classroom and collapsed in front of her students. The coroner found the remains of seven people inside her.”
Dean gave a low whistle. “Wow. 1912.”
“Let’s go back farther.”
They scanned the indices. “Here,” Dean said, getting up and retrieving another spool. He wound it through the machine. “1874. A banker was found containing the spleens and appendixes of fourteen people.”
“That’s before Foster could have transformed into a wendigo.”
Dean returned to the table and continued flipping through, but couldn’t go earlier than 1865, when the Daily Tribune was founded.
“What are we dealing with?” Sam asked.
“Something that lives a long time.”
“Or has babies,” Sam added.
“Don’t even say that. I am not in the mood to fight an army of those things.”
“One thing’s for sure,” Sam said, “it covers its tracks well. It’s been doing this since at least 1874, with only a handful of reports.”
“It’s probably why the cases were never connected.”
Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. “I’ll see what Bobby’s found.”
Back at the diner, the bell rang above the door and Bobby appeared. He slid into the booth opposite them, then idly glanced at the menu while Sam finished chewing a bite of turkey club.
“Found some interesting stuff. Accounts go back more than a century,” Sam told him.
Bobby shifted uncomfortably in the booth.
“What’s up?” Dean asked.
“I think I know what we’re dealing with.”
Dean sipped his beer. “And that is?”
“An aswang.”
Dean gave out a short laugh. “Excuse me?”
“An aswang. Filipino creepy-crawly with a penchant for human organs.”
“Sounds like that could be our guy.”
“It gets worse. A lot worse,” Bobby told them.
Dean’s brow furrowed. “Okay, tell us.”
“This thing’s more of a nightmare than playing spin the bottle at a family reunion. It’s got a long proboscis that it inserts into victims and sucks out their organs with. But it likes to make them last, taking organs you don’t need to survive at first, then using sticky saliva to seal up the wounds.”
“Yikes,” Sam said.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want this thing to visit me at night.”
“It’s got wings?” Dean asked.
Bobby nodded. “Yep. And even worse, it can take human form.”
“So you could be living next door to Mr. Organ Sucker and not even know it,” Dean added.
“Would make for a memorable block party,” Bobby said. “What did you find?”
“Victims filled with other people’s organs have been turning up for more than a century,” Sam told him.
“That still sound right?” Dean asked Bobby.
“Yeah. When its nest gets full, it likes to select a victim it’s already sucked empty, and put all the inedible parts in it. Then it reanimates the corpse and sends it out to be reunited with its family.”
“Happy days,” Dean said.
“Yeah, that makes for a cheery reunion,” Bobby said.
“So how do we kill this thing?” Dean asked.
“That’s the tricky part. Couldn’t find anything about how to kill one.”
“Well, we can tell you it’s not iron or salt or bullets or fire,” Sam told him.
“That narrows it down,” Bobby said. “I couldn’t find any accounts of someone who’d actually fought the thing.”
“Great,” Sam said.
“Just stuff about villagers living in terror of them at night. Sometimes they suck babies out of pregnant women.”
Dean frowned. “So a real family-friendly, warm and fuzzy monster.”
“But I did find accounts of what people did to ward them away,” Bobby said.
“So what do we have to do?”
“Make a concoction of vinegar, salt, garlic, ginger, and pandan spices. Not sure how it’ll work. Try sprinkling it like holy water.”
“So what’s the plan?” Dean asked.
They all exchanged looks, then Bobby said, “I need to do more research. Find out what’ll kill this thing.”
Sam’s brow furrowed. “Bobby, people are dying out there.”
“That’s why I think you and Dean should go back, at least try to keep people from stumbling into this thing’s territory. You’ll probably have more luck once you have the mixture. At least it’ll leave you alone.” He met their eyes. “And be careful.”
“You don’t have to tell us that,” Sam said. “That thing almost ripped through my chest.”
“I’ll call you as soon as I learn how to finish it off.”