IN THAT ROSE GARDEN

CARRIE IS IN YOUR DREAM (1.2)

TWO

CARRIE IS IN YOUR DREAM

He wore a suit and had his wife's old brown briefcase beside the chair. When Jacob was close enough, he stood.

"My boy I've missed you, come here" He opened his arms for a hug but Jacob refused.

He only quietly took a seat opposite his father and looked to the stairs hoping Marisa would arrive soon.

And in some time, she did with a walking cane and someone aiding her down the stairs.

Marisa was older than he imagined. She was maybe in her late seventies and all that was left of her were skin and bones. She was in an outsized pink dress with some crocs and socks. The lady beside her was the same one of his dream last night. She glanced at him and immediately tilted her head down.

More than anything Jacob wanted to know what was happening. Why his father was here and why he saw what this woman did in his dream. Nothing made sense.

"My lady" Jacob's father stood up to great Marisa. Jacob assumed he should do the same.

Marisa was gently put on the chair that directly faced the fire place.

"How did you know of my love for sheep manure?" Marisa looked to Jacob hastily. Jacob was confused. He looked to the person who had told him of the manure and even changed his work.

She shook her head and frowned. It mean't she didn't want credit.

Ma'am it was just the best option Jacob replied looking back at Marisa.

"What did you hear?" His father busted into the conversation.

"What do you mean?" Jacob barely looked at his father.

"Did you hear anything?" His father continued. "Like did you hear a voice, do you hear voices"

"No" Jacob was angry replying to his father. He hated him.

"So you don't hear anything" Marisa asked again, in her fragile aged voice.

"Yes ma'am" Jacob said again.

"Well do you not want to know what your father is doing here?" Marisa almost smiled when she asked him.

Jacob was blank for a second but he wanted to know why.

Why his father had appeared here like this.

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There was only blood in the room.

It was on the ceiling, on the bed, on their clothes.

The blood was theirs but most belonged to the man that had been trying to kill them.

A fan ceiling crushed his head.

And he died.

Albacath and Sharon were in shock, they're hands were shaking. Sharon said she couldn't feel her legs and she collapsed on the bed. Albacath swore he was seeing double. He collapsed on Sharon and together they both blacked out.

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Marisa was a fragile old woman, healing from her failed music career and inability to have children only an hour ago. Jacob listened to his father with caution. It was hard to keep up with the news so he stopped listening.

"So tell me Jacob did you hear anything?" Marisa was finally grinning. The worn out veins on her face were bulking through her wrinkled skin. He could see a green line run from her almost bald skull all the way down to her chin.