It was a dark and gloomy night. The rain poured heavily from the sky above, soaking Lincoln to his very core. Leftover pumpkins were scattered around the graveyard in order to celebrate All Hallow’s Eve the night before but he paid them no mind as he slipped through the rusted gate in front of him.
Raindrops stung his eyes as he frantically made his way through the moss covered stones then he finds the very one he sought. “My dear.” He whispered, falling to his knees. He traced his finger over the crude etching of her name. “Lenora Stine.” She’d been everything to him so long ago. Memories of her flooded his mind and soon he let out a wail of anguish that rapidly faded into the howling wind.
Twenty years had gone by since he’d last visited her final resting place. He swore he would return only when he had a plan…a plan to bring her home forever. He thrust his hands into the wet earth and began to dig furiously.
Hours passed as the hole grew deeper and wider then finally he struck something solid. “Soon, my dear. Soon.” He promised while he dragged the wooden coffin to the surface and cracked it open. He covered his face to escape the thick stench of death and studied her closely. Bits and pieces of his sweet Lenora’s flesh was missing but it was nothing he couldn’t patch up. He hummed her favorite tune while he loaded her remains into a threadbare sack then he took her to the basement of the church where his equipment still stood.
He assembled her on the slab and began sewing her back together. While he worked, his thoughts wandered to the past. The townsfolk had been unappreciative of the experiments that took place down there. Lincoln never truly understood their anger, everything he’d done had been for science! “Fools.” He muttered darkly and placed a sheet over Lenora’s mended body. In the end though, Lenora had been the one to pay for his atrocities.”You will want to forgive me once I restore your life, my dear.” He spoke with great confidence as he blew the dust from the buttons on his machine.
“A life that will be unending!” He roared over the lightning that struck the metal pole he’d carefully placed on the roof of the church. The current traveled down to the basement and ultimately charged up his odd contraption. The mechanical arm swung erratically while it shot electrical sparks into her corpse not once but twice before finally coming to a rest.
Lincoln yanked the sheet from Lenora’s body and waited. A moment passed and nothing happened. “Awaken!” He cried out with a ragged breath. Still nothing. “I beg of you…rise!” He commanded and to his relief her eyes popped open and she sat up. She gave him an eerie glance then slid off of the slab and stood.
A small gasp escaped Lincoln’s mouth while he gazed at her. “I knew it would work! I am a god among men!” He marveled at his own success. “Can you speak?” He wondered aloud. “Yes. I’m cold.” Her voice was dull and grating. “Oh, of course! Let’s get you dressed.” He opened his satchel and pulled out a long black gown. It had once been her favorite dress. He helped her into it then led her to the garden behind the church.
They sat in silence for a while. “Do you know who you are?” He peered at her in the dark. “Lenora Stine.” She replied knowingly. “I’m the daughter of a great inventor. Or a madman according to everyone else. When he refused to discontinue his nefarious research, a mob came for him. Instead they found me…and they tore me apart.” She turned her head towards him and whispered, “I remember everything.”
Lincoln reached out and cupped her cheek. “No one will ever be able to hurt you again, my dear. I promise.” Then he chuckled nervously and changed the subject. “How about a bite to eat, Lenora? I’m sure you’re famished.” She nodded her head eagerly and clutched his hand against her cheek. She was surprisingly strong. “I’m starving.” She rasped then she opened her mouth wide, showing off her jagged teeth before plunging them into his jugular vein. He bled out quickly and soon his vile gurgling ceased.
“No one will ever be able to hurt me again.” Lenora repeated though no one was listening. “Not even you, Papa.”