The Girl with a Demon

#19

Hey KQs :D ! sorry for the delay. I just migrate here in Florida. Madami kaming ginawa hehehe. Medyo naninibago pa hahaha :D !

anyway, here is the next chapter xox

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[ Back to Chandria's POV ]

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Nineteenth Chapter

      I get up from the sofa and find a dark living room. The fire on the fireplace is out and it suddenly became very cold. Its dark too. I grab the thin sheet and wrap it around me. I put my feet on the floor and immediately put it up. Its cold.

      I look around and try to adjust my vision. I don't know this house yet. Its too big and Martin is nowhere to be seen. He must be in his room.

      I stretch my legs infront of me because I can feel the cramp. I took a deep breath and stand-up. A shiver run down my spine as I step on the floor. I twist my upper body a little. The tick-tock of the clock is the sound that is echoing inside the house.

              3:00am

      I didn't had a bad dream. Actually, I didn't dream at all. Is that even possible? I shake my head and walk towards the stair. I stop when something caught my attention, an upside down crucifix. I frown at it. Why is it like that?

      I look around and the image I saw give me goosebumps. All of the crucifix are upside down. The statues of some of the saints have blank faces. I grab the nearest bible and open it. The sheet around me fall down. My eyes widened when I saw what's inside of it.

      Demon rituals. Supernatural images. Languages I can't understand. Demonic symbols. Everything is evil.  I swallow the lump that's in my throat but its too hard. I can feel the dryness inside.

      I heard a soft knock on the door. I stare at it as the knock continue. My feet has its own brain because I'm walking towards it right now. I raise my hand and touch the door knob. I twist it then push. A bright light shine on my eyes. I cover it and walk to the light. I'm now standing on a smooth, cold tile.

      The place is familiar. The pink floral bed. The dirty white wallpaper and the tinted windows. Blue and pink cabinets and chairs. A picture of me on the wall. This is Crystal's room. I'm back in our apartment. How could that be?

      "HELP !!! HELP ME !!" a familiar voice shout. I run towards the door but Crystal barge in. My eyes widened. She's full of blood.

      Crystal have a lot of wounds. Her hand is on her neck. Blood is coming out of it. She fall down on her knees. The tears coming out of her eyes are mixing on the blood that's dripping from her forehead.

      A man appear from behind her. It's wearing a mask. It's taller than me and the only thing that I can see are his eyes. My attention is now on the thing that's he's holding : a butcher knife.

      He took a step forward.

      "NO !!! STOP !! DON'T HURT HER !! " I yell at him but he ignore me. They can't see me. "Crystal?" I whisper but she can't hear me. Is this a dream? Please let this be a dream...

      "Ahhhhh!!" Crystal shout in pain when the masked man grab a fist of hair on her head. He drag her to the center of the room. I touch her foot but my hand just go through it. This is a dream. Its a bad dream. But why am I seeing this?! Why?!