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Not for one moment did he think it odd that he found
himself getting aroused as he brushed against the statue. In fact, he was
convinced that spreading his seed across Adelaide’s stone facade would act as a
magic elixir to animate his love. And so he did that. Often.

Jonas Dashiell decided it was his life’s work to figure
out a way to make Adelaide human so he could make love properly to the woman he
wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He thought only of Adelaide as he
ran his wet hands down her hard body and at night, by the flickering light of a
fire, he sang her songs, told her stories and before falling into a peaceful
sleep, masturbated in front of her while he begged her to become real.

The previous inhabitants of the compound left copious
notes on witchcraft, in addition to the
Formicarius
and the
Malleus
Maleficarum
. While Jonas did not read Latin, he did devour the diaries of
the men who used to be members of the Witch Colony which included their
incantations and progress reports on the witchery education of the abducted
girls. Jonas could only guess about what happened to the occupants of the
colony but he knew whatever happened, he was sure Adelaide was at the center.

That winter, Jonas became frustrated by the unrequited
love he showed to Adelaide. As strange and misguided as the boy was, there
remained a rationality in a certain not oft used portion of his brain. While
Jonas never considered the possibility that Adelaide would never become human,
he did consider the possibility that she may not love him back. He fell to his
knees at Adelaide’s feet and begged her to speak and sobbed until he had chest
pains.

One night by the fire after staring at her for hours, he
was convinced her mouth moved and that she attempted to communicate with him.
Jonas told Adelaide that he would not move from her for one week and wait for
her to say something. If she still had not spoken to him in those seven days,
he would pack up and leave her forever.

Jonas did hear Adelaide speaking to him, but he was
already dead. He froze to death on the third night after sleeping in the
elements. But he cared not because he got exactly what he wanted and Jonas and
Adelaide remain lovers today.

There was a dormant period on the site and Adelaide and
Jonas remained alone for almost eighty years. Then, as terror gripped Boston’s
human inhabitants with a series of child abductions and murders, fate once
again brought evil to the land.

“In a murderous time the heart breaks and breaks and
lives by breaking. It is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not
to turn.”

Stanley Kunitz

Between 1871 and 1872, the residents of Chelsea,
Massachusetts and later Boston, guarded their children after eight boys between
the ages of four and eight-years-old were abducted, sadomasochistically
tortured and mutilated at the hands of an unknown madman.

In 1872, a 12-year-old boy named Jesse Pomeroy was
convicted of the crimes and remanded to the House of Reformation in
Westborough, Massachusetts. More shocking than Jesse Pomeroy’s age, the child’s
physical appearance was almost as grotesque as the crimes he committed. One of
his eyes was glazed over by a cataract, said to have happened from a childhood
illness, and it appeared to bulge out of his largish, malformed head. But less
than two years after his incarceration, the young boy was considered reformed
and paroled into his mother’s custody, back to the same neighborhood where his
last crimes took place.

Within weeks of being released in 1874, Jesse could not
quell his psychopathic rage and brutalized, decapitated and mutilated the
genitalia of a ten-year-old girl. The following month, Jesse did the same to a
four-year-old boy. Jesse Pomeroy was caught for the second time and in 1876,
was sentenced to life in prison for his crimes.

As insane and evil as Jesse Pomeroy was, his crimes, while
an abomination, were not the worst thing about the Jesse Pomeroy cases. The
worst thing about the Jesse Pomeroy cases was that he did not act alone and the
police had no idea.

In 1871, Alexander Battle was a rich and well-bred young
man of fifteen-years-old. Born to wealthy iron magnate and Boston Brahmin,
Alexander Battle, Senior and his beautiful wife, Patrice Landeau, Alexander was
the Battle’s only child after a series of miscarriages and stillbirths dashed
their hopes of having a large family. The senior Battle always preached the
importance of making the best of any situation and Alexander’s parents spoiled
the boy to destructive ends.

Alexander didn’t even learn to walk until he was almost
six-years-old as he was carried everywhere. His shameful habit of wetting his
bed persisted and his mother humiliatingly dressed him in an incontinence
diaper every night before bed until he was sixteen-years-old. The child had no
friends and when he complained to his mother about this, she told him that it
was of no concern because there was no one on the earth worthy of him anyway.

But still, the child knew he was different after seeing
relationships form between the other children in his classes and he wondered
why they never engaged him. When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t seem
different from the others. In fact, Alexander Battle was a most handsome boy and
always dressed beautifully. He stood out from the others because of his beauty
and he was extremely bright, in some cases grades ahead of his classmates.
Inside though, he knew he was different and not only in the ways his mother
beat into his brain.

When Alexander was twelve, he asked his mother who he
would marry. Mrs. Battle made it quite clear that the boy would never find a
woman worthy of him to marry and he should just resign himself to living with
her for the rest of his life. When Alexander spoke of other girls, Patrice so
feared a whore would come steal her son away that she pulled him out of school,
had a classroom built on their property in Cambridge and hired a male teacher
to instruct Alexander. Any time the boy tried to assert a shred of independence,
Patrice bound the boy tighter.

If this behavior concerned Mr. Battle, he never said much.
He was out of town a lot and he never crossed his wife. But for all their
coddling and praise, Alexander did not grow up with a bit of self-confidence.
Painfully shy and troubled, Alexander spent the majority of his time alone. And
the visions, when they came, did not help him connect with anyone.

Alexander began having terrible dreams around the age of
ten. Disgusting nightmares of him ripping other children apart with his hands,
rape, murder, necrophilia infiltrated his brain during sleep. But more
disturbing than Alexander’s visions, was the fact that rather than scare him,
he was extremely aroused as he recalled the dreams.

As Alexander got a little older, the visions continued and
aroused him more. Alexander took to making himself fall asleep by drinking one
of his mother’s many tonics to induce unconsciousness just so he could have a
dream. When he woke, he’d recall the dream and masturbate violently.

Beginning when he was fifteen, the visions crossed over
into his waking life. When he saw a child stroll by his bedroom window, he
fantasized about following that child. He envisioned himself snatching the
child up, dragging it into his basement and then defiling the child in the most
violent and disgusting ways.

When Alexander Battle turned sixteen-years-old, he started
sneaking out of his house and going on, what he referred to as wanders. These
wanders occurred at all hours of the day and night. He never did anything to
anyone, but he fantasized as he took horse-cars all over the area. It was
during one of his wanders that Alexander Battle met Jesse Pomeroy as Jesse
brutalized a young boy in an outbuilding in the town of Chelsea.

Alexander stood in the corner of the building and watched
Jesse beat a boy with a belt. The child was suspended from the ceiling of the
outbuilding by a rope tied around his wrists. Jesse made the tortured child
scream swear words in exchange for his life. While the child screamed profanities,
Jesse took his own pants down and fondled himself.

When Jesse saw Alexander standing in the corner watching
Jesse’s display, he was ready to retreat, but Alexander told Jesse everything
was okay and encouraged him to finish, adding that he would join Jesse to
assuage his fears. Alexander Battle finally found a friend in the
twelve-year-old homicidal maniac Jesse Pomeroy.

Alexander and Jesse went on many wanders together and
Alexander was finally emboldened to act out his visions on real children. After
all, Jesse was the perfect partner in crime, just as sick as he and more likely
to be accused than a wealthy boy from a good family.

Even though Jesse began torturing children on his own,
there was no doubt that Alexander became the puppet master after he and Jesse
became friends. Alexander scouted out the locations and the children and while
Jesse actually committed most of the blunt force on the children, Alexander
told Jesse what to do and how to do it while he masturbated in the corner.

The hardest part for this maniacal team was finding places
to carry out their crimes. Though Boston and its surrounding areas did not have
a population near what it is now and had plenty of open space, it was still
heartily populated.

Alexander had a wonderful thought. He decided to find a
place where he and Jesse could carry out their torture sessions; a place only
for them and a place where they would never get caught.

Alexander announced one evening at a family supper that he
wanted to become an architect and he required all sorts of draftsman tools to
pursue his goal. This made Mr. and Mrs. Battle very happy as they never heard
Alexander speak of a goal or even the future and they supplied his classroom
with everything a budding architect needed. While Alexander continued his
wanders with Jesse, he set to work and drew out grand plans for a building to
carry out every fantasy Alexander had. There wasn’t just one building on the
site, but many. Torture chambers, every one.

When Jesse Pomeroy was finally captured and convicted,
Alexander Battle was despondent. He never feared for a moment that Jesse would
give the police his name. Jesse Pomeroy was a true friend. He missed his only
friend terribly and he thought he didn’t have the courage to carry out their
wander games on his own. Alexander scrapped the plans for the community and
retreated to his room where he did not emerge for two weeks.

During the time of Alexander’s retreat, Patrice Battle,
very concerned about her son’s despondency, snooped around his classroom
looking for clues. And when Patrice found those clues, she nearly fainted.
Patrice uncovered Alexander’s diary which went into graphic detail about
Alexander’s and Jesse’s adventures, a handful of hair, with scalp attached,
filthy rags covered in a dried substance, several erotic photographs of nude
men and women that appeared to come from Paris and drawings of horrific scenes
that seemed to involve two older boys and children. She also found maps and
Alexander’s draftings of the buildings and dungeons.

As a Boston Brahmin family, Patrice Battle knew that if
they wanted to keep their membership in this elite club, no one, including her
husband, could ever find out about what she found in Alexander’s classroom.
After the cook went home for the evening, Patrice threw everything she found in
Alexander’s classroom in the fireplace in the kitchen.

Patrice always felt there was something that wasn’t quite
right about her son, even though a lot of what wasn’t quite right about
Alexander was caused by Patrice herself. But after she found the atrocities in
Alexander’s classroom, she stayed far away from her son and fantasized about
the day when he would leave her and Mr. Battle.

Alexander eventually came out of his fugue state and went
back to work in his classroom. He knew that his mother found his things even
though she never spoke of them, but it mattered not to Alexander because he had
everything in his mind. Alexander expanded his vision based on his penchant for
violence and his desperation for connection. He decided to develop not just a
compound for himself to carry out his acts, but a community where he and other
like-minded wanderers could live and be free.

Alexander never gave up hope that his best friend Jesse
Pomeroy would be released and he sent his allowance, a healthy sum for that
time, to the prison every week to be deposited into Jesse’s account. He sent
letters to Jesse regularly, the only letters Jesse ever received during his
lifetime incarceration, outlining his plans for their special place and told
Jesse he would have a job waiting as soon as he was free.

Alexander perfected his drawings and spent much of his
time in government offices in Boston studying land maps of Massachusetts. One
day, he came across an ancient map, unlike the others he pored over, outlining
a large parcel of land on Cape Cod. He asked the Land Surveyor why this parcel
was left off the other maps he had access to and became more curious when the
surveyor couldn’t offer much information on the deserted area. The truth was,
after 1699 when the settlers of the Witch Colony were captured and hung, the
site was left off subsequent maps and surveys of the area and the last map, the
map Alexander Battle came across, that depicted the site was dated 1672.

Five years after Alexander Battle befriended Jesse
Pomeroy, he chartered a boat and paid a reluctant Captain handsomely to take
him to the site. Alexander was now twenty-years-old and going full steam ahead
with his plans.

When Alexander arrived at the site, it was once again
overgrown with wild weeds and brambles. He brought his machete, a tool that
Jesse made for him years before to make their wanders more interesting and
hacked away at the brush. He felt like an early explorer and as he came to the
area where the abandoned outbuildings were erected, he felt as if he discovered
a new world. The wind howled through the wild trees and the temperature in that
area seemed many degrees cooler and much damper.