“ ci !” Jessica yelled in my ears almost making me deaf, I looked at her completely startled.
“ what the fiddlestick is wrong with you? ” I asked looking at her completely pissed.
“ it's already seven o clock, we got to go home, and seriously I appreciate you trying not to cuss but fiddlesticks seriously,” she said folding her hands, I looked at the brown clock placed on the wall and realized it is way past the working time.
“ huh,” I huffed in annoyance as I laid back in my chair comfortably, putting my brown hair into a messy bun.
Jessica sat across me smiling at me weirdly.
“ what ?” I asked irritatedly. I had a feeling I shouldn't be asking but I asked anyway.
“ you don't wanna go home because Mr. William is on a trip and you'll miss him,” she said raising her eyebrows weirdly high, swinging in her chair.
“ first of all, he's just been gone for three hours now and he'll be back in three days, so no I am not missing him,” I said in a quirky tone leaning forward.
“ you sure kept count of the time that he's gone for,” she said smiling.“ and don't tell me that you did not start liking Mr. William even a little bit since your date with him last Sunday”.
“ Oh come on, it wasn't a date, it was just two friends having lunch”. I said standing up, packing up my things.
“ it all begins from there honey, it all begins there,” she said standing up.
I blew raspberries at her as I said “ you and your romantic shit, I am waiting for the day you will find yourself a husband and I get to do the gross talk ” I looked at her, her face turned completely pale. “ hey you alright? ” I asked walking closer to her.
“ yeah I am, I feel a little unwell I... I'll be heading out first,” she said running out of my office leaving me alone.
“ What a weirdo!” I said walking out of the building.
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I turned the knob opening the door entering the house, the whole house smelt like Duncan all fresh and coconutty. I took a quick shower I changed into my pajamas. I was in no mood to cook food so I ordered a pizza for myself and I finished half of it as I watched friends and left the other half in the freezer.
I turned off the lights everywhere, I checked the locks on the door and windows twice before I went to my room. But I couldn't sleep at all it may sound weird but I was scared, that someone would attack me, or anyone would enter the house and I am all alone if they kill me I am just twenty-four I can't die this young. To change my mind I started reading the novel crystal gifted me, but I couldn't I was so distracted that though I kept reading the same line I couldn't understand anything. I huffed in annoyance shutting my book, placing it on the nightstand next to my bed, I turned off the bed lamp and tried to sleep.
But couldn't as I felt like something is present in my room, I slowly opened one eye holding my bedsheet close to my chest, in defense so that if anything attacks me I can duck back into my bedsheet and get saved I guess. I roamed my gaze towards the entire room and suddenly my eyes landed on the chair opposite to my next to my closet, I could see a dark figure sitting on it and my heart immediately skipped a beat. I shut my eyes tightly, bringing my legs close to my chest I tugged the bed sheet around me leaving no place for air or the evil to enter looking like an Egyptian mummy.
I started chanting and reciting all the prayers I know, I am twenty-four years and I shouldn't get scared about all this shit, but don't blame me a couple of years ago I wouldn't but since they started making horror movies and putting in bold letters in the intro that it's based on ‘ true story ’ it scares the crap out of me. I don't want my life to become one of the movies in which the intro it would be written based on a true story and show a possessed picture of mine in the end.
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Man in Black
RomanceHe would do anything to have her, love her, and protect her. For her, he could get on his knees while he had the world at his feet. For her, he lived a dual life one which he loved her the other whom the world feared. To her, he was her teddy bear. ...