Daughter Of Death

Chapter Eleven

After begrudgingly standing up I continue my trek upstairs, opening and searching every room. Looking for clues or anything that would help point me to my father. As disheartening as it was, I found nothing but thick layers of dust, some were leaving its place to invade my already itching nose.

I sank down on my old bed, defeated, aching and tired, I felt empty and hollow. Funny how I felt so hollow and empty yet I felt the heaviness of being alone and scared, a life like this bed, this house avoid of its comforting softness and warmth. There was nothing comforting and warm about this house anymore, only those memories I treasured and kept all this time. I breath in to stopped myself from crying but what I got was the dust floating to the surface of the room. I coughed making my throat constricts that painfully squeezing my bruised chest. After the cough subsided I leaned on the headrest then pulled out the tablet from my coat to checked the town's surveillance. But what I got was a wrecked gadget that once my trusty tablet.

At least I still have my phone and laptop to provide me comfort and company.

I let out a frustrated huff making the thick dust flies out on the surface making me coughed again.

Guess I have to walk back to the office blindly.

I trudged down the stairs not bothering about the loud creaking noise my every step made. When my feet landed on the final step I looked around again memorizing and engraving every detail of this place in my memory.

A memory flashed before my eyes making me stopped from looking around. My gaze landed on the slightly open door, gasping in disbelief, making me want to hit myself for my stupidity.

It was one of my dreams. No it can't be. I know it was part of my past, my young mind's memory.
There was this hooded cloak man standing on the door when I was still a child, playing in this very room. I remember him just looking at me standing their like his part of my life but a stranger to me. He felt so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. There was no fear or chills I felt on that day compared when a stray ghost decided to visit me. And now that I remember it, I realized that he might be my father watching me from the distance.

So he knows about me after all. He knows I exist. And he knows that he have a daughter existing.

Did he abandoned me because he don't want me or he was aware of the danger that was waiting for me when my existence was exposed?

But what about my mother? Did she know that my father was, I don't know, maybe half human something.

But something is not adding up. There is a big hole in this theory and there was only way for me to find out.

I bolted out of the door as fast as my aching feet could take me. I didn't even dare looking back or locking the door close. There was only one thing in my mind at that moment, was to be back on the office as fast as I can. I wanted to look up to the camera footage near my old house fifteen years ago. Perhaps I could get something from there.

The heavy pounding of my half running, half walking feet disturbed the stillness of the night but that wasn't important anymore.

Being alert and cautious easily slipped on my mind making me an easy prey.

In the frantic beating of my heart and heavy pounding of my feet on the empty streets, I did not noticed the man standing on the corner of the block. Hidden from the shadows that almost swallow the whole town. Covering the town of its dark depths where the monsters of the night stay hidden and ready to pounced on its unsuspecting prey.

I was suddenly yanked backwards and roughly pushed down on the dark alley away from the dim lightning, an old lamp post provided. He then proceeds on covering my mouth with his bare hands preventing me from screaming for help. The good thing was, he did not smell like rotten eggs, his hand was surprisingly smelled like hand sanitizer. And the bad thing was, my arm was painfully twisted on my back making me squeaked in pain.