Divya 
You thought it was over, didn’t you? That the relentless dread that stalked you had seeped away with the passing days? That the Hexham Heads were silenced for eternity? Some of those horrors, however, are not so easily buried.
The Robsons endeavored to reassemble the pieces of their lives together. They painted over the claw marks, disinfected the floors, and whispered affirmations to themselves in the dead of the night. But that house was different now, it was turned into a hollow waiting vessel. Bruno still refused to get anywhere near the garden with his whimpers accompanying him; his quiet warning. As for Marion? She was unable to get any, her nights were plastered with whispers that seemed to glide through the walls.
Then came the dreams again. Darker. Hungrier.
The Watching Eyes
Marion sat upright in bed, drenched in sweat. The room was suffocating, thick with a presence she could not see, but was all too familiar with. Although the window was propped open, she was certain she had closed it. Now? Now the window was ajar, as a cool breeze carried the unmistakable scent of damp earth with it while whispering through the curtains.
Then she heard a faint, rhythmic tapping. Not from the window, but from inside the room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
As her breath hitched, her eyes darted across the shadows. There, at the edge of her periphery, she could make out something in the corner; a tall figure that was impossibly still beyond the reach of the moonlight. And then, those glaring yellow eyes.
She tried to scream, but no sound came. Her limbs felt leaden as if the weight of centuries had settled upon her. The figure took a slow step forward, the air around it crackling with something ancient, something wrong. And then, in a voice that scraped against her mind like nails on glass, it spoke.
“The pact is broken. The debt must be paid.”
The Shadows Rise
Dr. Ross had known this wasn’t finished. She had felt it in the air the night they returned the heads—an unease, a lingering wrongness. She pored over Ackerly’s journal again and again, searching for something, anything they might have missed.
And then she found it.
Buried in the final pages, scrawled with frantic urgency: Returning the heads binds the spirit, but the debt remains. A sacrifice must be made. Blood for blood. Or it will come again.
Her hands trembled. They had sealed the beast away, but without payment, the curse would not rest. Something had to be given. Something or someone.
The night grew thick with a storm, the wind wailing through the trees as if mourning what was to come. Ross rushed to the Robsons’ home, dread clawing at her throat. She pounded on the door. No answer.
She knew she was too late before she even stepped inside.
The Final Price
The house was silent, the silence that settled after a scream. The air was heavy with the scent of wet soil and something coppery. The living room was in shambles furniture overturned, deep gouges raked across the walls.
And there, in the center of it all, lay David.
His body was twisted, his face frozen in an expression of terror. His chest was torn open, the wound too savage for any mortal creature. A single, jagged claw mark ran from his throat to his stomach, a grim signature of the thing that had taken him.
Marion knelt beside him, her hands shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She looked up at Ross, eyes wide with the kind of horror that could never be undone.
“It whispered to me,” she choked out. “It said… the debt had to be paid. That David—he was the price.”
Ross felt her stomach turn. They had thought they could outsmart it, that they could return the heads and walk away unscathed. But the past does not forget. The past does not forgive.
Outside, the wind howled, and deep within the earth, something stirred.
The Hexham Heads were satisfied.
For now
Reader’s Note:
The past always demands its due, one way or another. But tell us—do you think this is the end?
Stay with us, because in Episode 5, the truth of the Hexham Heads will finally be revealed. And it’s worse than you think. Till then keep reading Dip Dives.
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