Malevolent

Part Twenty-One

Samantha was walking to and fro in her place, thinking about the phone call she received yesterday late at night. Goosebumps were dancing on her skin, intensifying by the minute.

She moved her legs toward a desk next to her closet where tons of charms hung from different positions on the mirror attached to it. She stood facing her reflection with a strange look in her eyes that even she couldn't figure out what it was.

She grabbed a charm in the shape of a triangle with a circle in it. Next to that charm was a drawing which included six people with lost souls in their eyes.

Samantha stared lifelessly at her reflection that she felt it belonged to something else. Then opened her mouth and spoke, "It's time".

She then flipped her hair to the back of her head and tied it in a ponytail then went back to her to and fro situation and kept her chin based on her hand.

Mike didn't go to the hospital that day. He didn't pick Samantha but he did call her and apologized that he dismissed the plan.

He assured her that they're going to go through those doors sooner or later but he didn't select a specific day or time since he said that he has to reconsider his decisions.

Samantha didn't argue. She seemed satisfied and distressed at the same time but she didn't expose it.

Mike sat in the front lawn on an ancient stool which was once lacquered with paint that seemed to be expensive at that time.

Dorothy's time.

He was staring at the house, studying every single detail of how it was built. It would be a lot easier if he had a blue print of its construction, maybe he will find concealed rooms within it.

Then he remembered something. Something important.

He never went to check on his children at Amanda's house. He felt guilt stabbing his stomach that he never went to see if his kids were alright or weren't, but Father John told him that they were no longer with us which probably was the reason he pretermited  that fact.

He jumped off from the stool causing it to fall to the ground, squishing innocent grass beneath it.

He hurled toward his car and got in, and then after plenty tries of turning on the car lead to failure, he got out and decided to walk toward Amanda's house.

He moved his stubborn feet at first one by one then started to jog. After minutes of running, pain started to sting him in the knee skewing his jog.

He finally reached his destination and ran over the lawn toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited as he laced his fingers together.

No answer.

He rang the doorbell again and waited for more. Again, no answer.

Where would they go? Where would they be right now?, Mike asked himself.

He took some side steps and peered through the window.

The house looked like it was hidden beneath a blanket of darkness. Not a single light was lit. The sun didn't even bother to let her rays visit.

He squinted hard to see well. He noticed something at the end of the hallway. Something dim but prickling fast.

Mike saw a half-melted candle on a small desk. Its fire was dancing with what seemed like wind, but there were no windows or doors open.

He then noticed a sheet of paper standing on top of a stack of books. He squinted harder and read the letters that were carved on it.

"The pandemonium is intensifying and the forgathering is keeping us stuck. We seek rescue".