THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 16

Startled,she got up from bed. Something was wrong. It didnt let her sleep. Nothing could be seen except the thick,eerie darkness that compressed around her. The ticking of the clock echoed more loudly as the night advanced and the Silence lowered. Carla leaned and switched on the lamp. It was 1 o'clock she got up from the bed and followed the steps to the kitchen. The howling of the dogs in the street accelerated her fear of threaten. She poured some coffee and snuggled on the couch. Her eyes were  only fixed at the angle of her parents room. After her last sip, she got up and limped  into the kitchen. With her night gown hanging down to the floor, later she went to bed again. Hardly she fell asleep.

The pealing of the old alarm woke her up at eight o'clock in the morning. Shadowy dreams about the pictures and the blonde girl triggered her mind. Her eyes were gray,tiry. She went to the kitchen,made a cup of tea and settled on the sofa with a tray of snacks. She suddenly saw the television remote next to vase near the fireplace. She went over to take it. It was cold and remote. The television switched with a buzz. The first news highlighted:
            "The Former President and First Lady on excursion to their house in their hometown,Jamaica. People gathered at the airport for greetings."

Her phone beeped and she answered Peter.

"Good morning Peter," for her own ears she sounded dry and rusty.

"Good morning and I called you to inform you that the investigation of the Wilow's will be tomorrow. The crew is ready,"he prompted.

"Ohh! Late messages are rejected," she snapped.
There was joke in her voice. "By the way, I will get ready."

"Thankyou so much Ma'am,"he hung up.

On the way to work,Justin's mind lingered about Carla's issues. He doubted her situation. He knew for himself that he was caring too much and that he'd want her retrieved. His instincts made him phone her. The phone rang. Carla picked up.

"Hello," said Justin quietly.

"Hello Justin. Yes?"

"I phoned you to know whether you are alright," he tried to sound friendly as possible.

"Oh yes sure. I'm fine. Don't worry."

After a few minutes he hung up. There was a strangeness about the way that he spoke.
The day was spent so lazily and boringly. She felt like the hours were been grasped by someone and the house haunted into a mystery spell. The thick shadows doomed into the walls potraying the gloominess that engraved the memories of this house a long ago. In the sky was the letters of danger scribbled in its uttermost conspicous fonts.