November 23, 1891

     Li Mao worked as a waiter for the Boston & Maine Railroad, serving at the company’s leisure from his arrival in Cross, in 1857, until his death in 1891. Little was known about the man, other than that he was from China. He spoke enough English to work his job, and enough to collect his pay and to make regular trips into Boston and down to New York City, courtesy of his employer.

     Li Mao lived in a low basement beneath what would one day be Van Epp’s Bookstore in Cross, and he kept his own company. The only person he was known to speak with on a regular basis was Duncan Blood, and that was because Duncan – somehow – could converse in Cantonese.

     When Li Mao died in 1891, ostensibly while during a stop in Worcester, his landlord was informed via telegraph. The landlord reached out to Duncan in the hope that there might be something within the dead man’s belongings that might identify a relative in China, one to whom they could mail Li Mao’s effects.

     Duncan agreed, and when they entered the dead man’s room, they were surprised to discover a ready-made family – five skeletons seated around a table. Four children and one adult female were dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, but they were not Chinese. Nor were they even from the same bodies. According to the journal discovered by Duncan, Li Mao had spent nearly 25 years harvesting the bones he needed to create the family he had lost in China. Who the hundreds of bones came from, no one knew.

     Li Mao hadn’t been concerned with those he slew, only that the bones would fit into the family he was building.

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