𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Pecularis

She donated the amount of money to the charity and now was turning back home. She had always been tenderhearted and compassionate after all.

Regan smiled at herself, feeling better about what she did. Innocent children don't deserve to be poor. She knew how cruel and merciless the world was, where people only cared for themselves as if the world revolved around them. The wealthy would say that money isn't important, because it doesn't bring happiness, but with that they'd just justify themselves into not helping the poor.

Happiness or not, they ate what they wanted, wore what they pleased, lived where they wanted. If they wouldn't call that happiness, then it'd be because of their reckless behavior. After all, everyone had their own problems, it didn't matter if they're rich or not.

When she turned back home, the main door was unlocked. Regan found Monica sitting down, looking at her phone. As she looked up, she gave her a look.

"Dear, when did you install these cameras?" Monica asked, a hint of accusation in her voice.

Regan bit her lip, "Aunt, I don't feel safe. And I can't dismiss what I feel because it sounds delusional to you.

Her aunt sighed, "Regan, our house isn't haunted. The more you overthink it, the more you'll believe it. Please, stop saying that."

Regan felt a wave of anger wash over her, but nodded, trying to play it cool. "Even if it isn't haunted, I don't feel safe in the neighborhood. I want a sense of security."

Monica placed her phone on the table, "Why didn't you mount outside the front door then?" she asked, crossing her arms.

She really had a point. How Regan didn't thought about it? But she thought that only the house was haunted, not the whole neighborhood.

"I....I forgot. But, I can turn off these downstairs," she said.

"You should have asked me first," Monica replied, her voice filled with disappointment. Regan felt a pang of guilt but she pushed it aside. Maybe if her aunt would have believed her just a little bit, it would've been different.

"I'm sorry, aunt. I didn't think about asking you first. I just wanted to feel secure, even if the house isn't haunted," she said giving her a sorry look.

"I understand that you want to feel safe, but we should have discussed it together before installing the cameras," her aunt replied, her expression softening.

"You're right, but I'll keep them for some days. If I don't notice anything suspicious, I'll remove them." Regan wasn't sure if she was going to do that but she wanted to convince her aunt to keep the cameras at least.

Monica stood up from the couch and stepped up the stairs, leaving her phone on the coffee table. Regan noticed it, her mind racing for her plan. She grabbed the phone, it didn't have a password. She opened the contacts icon and scrolled down. She searched for the name Blaire but there were three names. No surname.

She grabbed her own phone without thinking a lot and clicked photos of every number. So, if she had to call, she'd do it by her own phone. She left Monica's phone in place again and stood up, fixing her clothes.

She walked upstairs and stood on the corridor, leaning against the metal fence of the stars.

"Good try, but you're find anything, not even with cameras." Regan went stiff. He didn't haunt her only in her sleep. He haunted her mind every damn time. Why couldn't she find peace? Why she had to deal constantly with all these disturbances?

"Get the hell out of my head!" she yelled out loud.

Instead, she heard his chuckle echoing in her mind.