Nyra Stones was very ordinary. She liked to be. She worked an ordinary 9 to 5 job as a saleswoman and she was content with her life. It was peaceful or atleast she thought it was. Up until she caught Jeremiah's eyes.
Jeremiah Nicoleson was crazy. Pe...
"I sometimes feel a little strange, a little anxious when it's dark"- Iron Maiden
I clutched the strap of my bag tight as I speed walked through the street, the sound of my frantic heartbeat drumming in my ears.
He was still following me wasn't he?
I couldn't muster up the courage to turn back and look as i quickened my pace, now on the verge of running.
There was an alleyway up ahead and without thinking twice I steered right into the alleyway and waited
I waited
And waited.
After a good 5 minutes had passed by, I slowly peeked my head out and looked for anything suspicious.
No one.
After having stayed like that for another minute, I slowly got out of the alleyway and took off in the direction of my house. I ran Like hellhounds were nipping at my buttcheeks.
Burned out by the unexpected cardio workout, I slouched over, hands on my knees and breathed in every iota of oxygen I could inhale.
Seeing my front door gave me some relief. My house was as ordinary as it could get. It had a cute little front porch lined by plants on either side of it.
To anyone who chanced upon my house, it would look straight out of a 90's movie. A moderate sized hall with a fireplace, 2 bedrooms, a cozy warm kitchen where I baked my favorite cookies and a balcony in my bedroom from where I could look at the lake nearby.
Ah. I loved every inch of it.
More so because i bought this house with my own hard earned money. Being an orphan, I never had any grand dreams growing up. Just complete school, graduate college, find a good job, buy a house to live in and keep living like that until my hair turned grey.
No foster family took me in and as time went by I realised. I'm fine by my own. After I graduated college and landed the job, I started spending on the orphanage.
I mooched off of them for almost nearly 20 years after all.
Stepping on the porch, I noticed a red envelope laying on the carpet.
Envelope? Who would have sent me that? Is this mine? Was someone mistaken?
I reached down and took the envelope. Oh God. I had to get inside. I shouldn't be looking into this here. It looked pretty expensive. Like maybe a grand invitation card. I flipped the envelope and it had my name on it in big and bold italics
NYRA
I couldn't help it. I haven't gotten an invitation in like 5 years which was from a friend in orphanage who was getting married.
Oh dear god. You respectfully did NOT take time on my brain.
I opened it, immediately noticing 3 cards inside.Taking the cards out, I noticed they were tarots.
Was someone playing a prank on Me?
I spread the cards out on my hand and looked at them. I looked at the envelope again and noticed the I failed to see one more card hidden in there.
I pick the left out card and flip it only to see that it was some kind of instruction.
Oh.
It showed how to put the cards in order.
My eyes trailed on the instructions, simultaneously arranging the tarots in order. After arranging them, I took a look at what each card was.
Doing tarot reading as a side gig paid off I guess.
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The first card was the devil. Oof. Starting off tough i see. The second card was death. Damn. Why are all the cards so omnious? The final card was judgement.
Ok. By Now I was legit scared.
This MUST be a prank.
My eyes lingered on the judgement card a bit longer as I pondered on it. Life's Purpose huh?
So who was this tarot reading for? Was this some sample from some company. Was this advertising?
I put the cards back in the envelope and stuffed the envelope into my bag while also touching around for my keys cuz searching for my keys in my bag was like searching a needle in a haystack.
Finally having pulled out my keys, I quickly opened the door and got inside. I stood there and looked at the streets one last time before closing the door.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was still being watched and that person might just suddenly run at me like a psycho holding a butcher's knife. I put the 3 locks of my door in place And drag my feet to the couch.
Today was fucking tough.
Realizing I had left overs from the day before, I reluctantly got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. As I reached the kitchen, I saw a black envelope neatly placed on the island.
Did I leave it there?
Unlike the red envelope, this one did not have anything neither printed nor written on it. It was plain. Just black.
I opened up the envelope and looked inside to find a letter.
...
What?
I plucked the letter out from inside the envelope and opened it. As I began reading, my body stiffened and my breath hitched.
Those were mytarot readingsdarling. They'veshownmemylife'spurpose. Meet you soon, my Ruby.
My head spun. My body froze in place. At once my senses heightened as I silently observed my surroundings for any possible threat.
