The interviewer's eyes widened in shock as I recounted the horrifying events, her expression fluctuating between disbelief and horror. I pressed on, my voice trembling with the weight of the memories.
"But at that time, I felt a mixed feeling of relief and fear after seeing the corpse of my mom," I continued, my words strained. "Because Alzuras literally re-created his death on my mom, except for her face, everywhere else was covered in wounds, her half body was burned. I wondered why he didn't kill me by that time, but I did not want to die."
The interviewer stared at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of horror and pity. I understood why she stared at me like that.
"Well, at least not by him, because that would be worse than jumping into something deep that is filled with boiling oil," I added bitterly, my voice laced with resentment. "Thinking all that, I felt a sudden pain coursing through my body—"
And as always, she interrupted me, her voice trembling with fear. "What happened? Does that pain have something to do with Alzuras?" she asked, her expression a mixture of shock and concern.
"Wow, you sound concerned," I remarked bitterly, unable to hide my frustration. "That's the first time someone was concerned about me. And no, Alzuras doesn't have anything to do with the pain. That was just the pain caused by the realization that... I was an orphan."
Tears blurred my vision as I spoke, the pain of my past threatening to overwhelm me. The interviewer looked taken aback, her expression softening with sympathy.
"Are you sad?" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Of course I am," I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. "She might have been bad, but she was still my mother. I can't be happy for her death."
She had that 'oh shit! I messed up' expression, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of satisfaction at her discomfort.
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss then," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's talk about something else, alright?"
I managed to calm myself, my breathing shaky as I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks.
"Okay... have Alzuras ever appeared in front of you?" she asked suddenly, her voice hesitant.
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?" I exclaimed, my panic rising to the surface. "Yes, he has, and it did not go well."
The interviewer looked intrigued, her eyes wide with curiosity. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.
"Before I start with what happened when I met him, you should know what happened after Mom died," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me.
"Mm?" she murmured, her interest piqued.
"I dropped out of school, isolated myself in the basement, kinda challenging Alzuras only to regret it," I explained bitterly, my resentment evident in every word.
"Did something bad happen?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"Did?" I snapped, unable to contain my frustration. "You gotta be kidding by asking me that, right? Isn't it obvious?"
The interviewer recoiled, her expression shifting from curiosity to discomfort.
"I locked the door from inside, but when I tried to get out to get the stuff to clean the basement, I couldn't get the door open," I continued, my voice growing more frantic with each word. "It felt like it was locked from the outside. I was trapped. For two days, it was okay, but... but..."
"What happened?" the interviewer pressed, her voice barely a whisper.
"The third day, I woke up and found that I was levitating. Not only me, but everything in the basement was levitating," I recounted, my voice trembling with fear. "Suddenly, I was dropped down. I probably broke my bone in that fall."
"Woah," the interviewer gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
"Soon after that, the objects, one by one, started falling in a way that I am surrounded within," I continued, my voice growing more frantic with each word. "Not even a hole to look through, not to mention a way to escape. Once I was surrounded, the rest of the objects gathered above me, ready to crush me. Then a sudden drop, and the first thing that touched me was a knife, straight at the position where the heart is. I lost consciousness as soon as it did—"
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Alzuras
ParanormalA young girl named Petra moved to a house and her life is changed ever since. She makes a new friend though it was a rough meeting, they become close. Petra is then called for an interview about this very friend, she returns home and since she had n...
