Ventility

Last Lines

On January 8, today I was at my mother’s funeral, she used to write a story about how she expected her life to be. She always told me how she wanted me, her and my father to live in a big castle, well that’s what she used to say because I couldn’t seem to understand her facial expressions when she used to say that. I never really understood her, she was like a mystery to me. I always tried to look out for her but she always wanted to be alone most of the time. When I went to the army, she didn’t show any expression of sorrow or happiness, her face was pale, it was like she never wanted me or I never existed in her life. I was thinking about it all the time on the train. It wasn’t like her or it was never her. Who was she and I don’t know her any more. When father was alive. She wasn’t like that. After his death, she was all right but when Alice returned, she was absolutely happy about it but she was? Because she never appreciated Alice for her work and always ignored us. From then I went on a hunt to find what was wrong with her. She always used to keep the basement and her room closed and never allowed anyone to enter her room. Before her death, she closed the rooms as she knew her death but how she knew it. I couldn’t find the keys so I broke into her room. Her room was a mess and old books were in the bookshelf. I held a book in my hand and checked what was in it. It was some ritual. Some chants I remember as she used to say it a lot. My heart started racing like it was in a horse race. As I was slowly shifting pages.My heart was pounding and wanted to get out of my chest. I knew nothing about the book but I had a feeling that the book knew everything about me. In the book, there were rituals and some archives of my father. I had no idea of anything. It was like I am in my home but is it my home? I immediately rushed into the basement and bashed the door. The banging sound of the metal door echoed in the empty room. The candles were burnt and there was no melted trace of it. It was meant to happen, the basement expected my arrival for a long time, and it wanted to talk to me. The ritual marks were on the floor and It was made from blood. As I investigated the basement more. I saw a skeleton covered in dirt and its limbs were tied by a rope which looked like it was all done very long ago. I looked more and found a page inside the curse. I picked it up and opened it. it said “Every. curse my son and her spouse give will turn real in 24 hours’’. I was shocked to see my mother do this. There was more written on it. It said, ’’ To do this, take my soul instead’’. It was an offering to the devil which took her life and maybe the devil told her about her death, her end, the last time she was going to see everyone and who will kill her. She knew everything about it. She waited for her death. The days went by and I was confused that why she’d do something like this to ma-