Natael was stuck in the doorway trying to catch sight of someone inside the dark house entering the door behind her.
+Wait here+ I said passing her as Alexander followed me into the room.
I walked over to the first window and opened it letting in much more light.
Some sides of the room were still in shadow but it was always better than nothing.
I turned to Natael.
+Now close the door.
She closed it.
Suddenly the atmosphere became warmer again and a low figure dragged itself into that living room.
We all bring ourselves to understand what was happening, only me knew.
-Johan it's you?
+No granny! It's me, Michael, I'm back!
The old lady entered the living room and at my words she froze perplexed for a few seconds.
Then she starts again, as if she had recovered her memory.
-Oh! Hi Micheal. I am happy that you are back.
+This time I brought someone with me. They are my friends Natael and Alexander.
~Good morning!~ Natael greeted with a half bow with a slight smile. She was definitely uncomfortable.
-Morning ...- Alexander hinted, raising just one hand.
The old lady adjusted her glasses, squinting her eyes then smiled.
-But how cute! Can I offer you a cup of tea?
It was a beautiful day and we were all in a good mood. While the old lady was busy talking to Alexander about how the city had changed all these years, Natael grabbed a cookie from the plate that had been placed in the center of the table along with the tea. I grabbed her arm before she could put the cookie in her mouth and whispered quickly into her ear + Don't eat it!
~Sorry but why?~ she replies immediately a little annoyed.
~It's just a little crumbled but it looks...~ and she immediately looks at her cookie and show it to me.
The biscuit were completely pierced and eaten by the worms still wriggling in that crumbled dough. Natael dropped the cookie to the floor with a half scream. Alexander immediately turned to look at us and I turned to him too. The granny hadn't moved an inch on the contrary, she had closed her eyes in a grimace of smile while she was still facing Alexander.
The illusion was over.
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The unaware 1 - The granny
TerrorWhat is it like to be dead? What is it like to be dead and not knowing? An incomprehensible anguish of loneliness that will follow you throughout the story.
