Giuseppe (Joe) Trafficante

Mafia lieutenant who has seen what goes bump in the night


I’m not crazy, I know what I saw.

Well, that’s the thing I don’t really KNOW what it was. But I know what it wasn’t; normal.

My name is Giuseppe Trafficante, but most people I work with call me Joe. I’m a lieutenant with the Matranga family. I’ve been doing this, for about a decade so I am no stranger to bad situations, but what happened two years ago left me questioning everything.

Around lunch time, I received a call from the Boss to go check out one of the nearby neighborhoods. A woman named Maryann, one of the local Madams who pays us for protection called and said that a couple of her girls had gone missing through out the week. I spoke with the boss about it, and he agreed that it was probably someone trying to muscle in on our turf.

I spent the rest of the day talking to the locals, see if anyone else was trying to collect money in the area, but no one saw anything.

I called up a few of my guys, and when night fell, we split up, and we started canvasing the neighborhood. After several hours of this, I was beginning to think that no one was going to show. I started walking down yet another dark alley that smelt of garbage and stale piss. Halfway down the alley I started noticing something was off. There was this pale blue light the seemed to be coming from of nowhere.

Then I heard a voice, I don’t remember what the voice actually said. I honestly can’t be sure that it said anything, but I what I do remember was the desire. It was calling for me to come follow it. It felt like “your mother calling you to dinner after a long day of playing outside” and “a lover calling you to bed” all rolled into one haunting voice.

The moment before I walked through the light, I hesitated. In that moment, the voice changed, and I could finally see what was on the other side of the light. I can’t even begin to describe how it looked. Everything about it was wrong. There was a slight wind coming from the light, it smelt like a dead animal in an open sewer, and it felt cold and greasy.

I unholstered my gun, and started shooting. I took a step or two back with each shot. I wanted to get out of there as quick as possible, but I wasn’t going to turn my back on that thing. By the time I got back to the main street the pale light had disappeared.

My guys had heard the gunfire, and came running to back me up. The light was gone, and as much as I hated going back down the ally I still had a job to do. We went back down the alley, I found my shell casing, but I didn’t see anything else. No monster, no light, and not even the bullet holes in the wall.

After that night, the disappearances stopped. I don’t know if I killed it, if it decided to move elsewhere for easier prey, or if it just became more discrete. I started spending more time walking the alleyways looking for the trouble that no one else will believe. That’s how I spend my nights now, unless the Boss has something else for me to look into.

Giuseppe (Joe) Trafficante

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