Phases Eight

Phase 32 See you again

Let the light guide your way
Hold every memory as you go
And every road you take
Will always lead you home
                   
-See you again. Wiz Khalifa feat. Charlie Puth.
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The room was pitch dark and eerily silent as a grave.

Amelia's chocolate brown eyes, focusing through the dark under strain, witnessed a grotesque picture where her creatures of the dark crept out of their rendezvous spot.

Have you ever trembled in bed on reading R.L.Stine? You're absolutely welcome to meet Amelia. She would even kiss Slappy the living dummy instead of being tormented by horrendous figments of her imagination.

Amelia saw them again. Her docile mind would say it was the 'ghosts of her horrid past' whereas the psychiatrist in her, the one with a meagre sense of logic left in bay would term it as a 'legit hallucination'.

Blood pounded in her ears as she saw the hallucinatory hands in the form of a cold silhouette that rose from underneath the cushion, wrapped itself around Jake's neck. Though she couldn't see anything other than those hands, she felt the icy breath of a beastly creature smearing itself again the sensitive skin at the back of her neck.

They never said anything. The spine chilling conversation was as mute as it could be. But she could listen to their voice clear as crystal.

'He's next', they said. Initially Amelia shunned their statement to be a mere bogus chant of a garden gnome.

Little did she knew that those dastardly creatures never lied. It is the despicable nature of human being to lie for getting around, but hallucinations proclaimed the ultimate truth for they had no conscience to be pricked on.

As a last straw to her endurance, she reeled back to similar situations from past when the same hands wrapped around the neck of two more people she knew - Luciana de Lorenzo and her boyfriend Mark Ashworth.

And they were resting in peace right then.

"Pp.. Please, leave him.. leave Jake alone. Don't take him too. Please. Please" she shuddered madly while begging with nothingness using all her might for sparing Jake's life. Although she tried, she never found what kind of feelings she had for the six feet bundle of muscle, but the thought of losing him made her metabolism go awry.

Slowly and cautiously the silhouette untangled and crept back home. No wonder the night sky was so clear in Thunder Bay as all the clouds sought refuge beneath Amelia's thick skull. It was her call to give chance to the others. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her upper arm to prevent herself from giving in.

"Sleep. I'll take care of everything" convinced a childlike voice at the back of her head.

Amelia, turning into the Lucifer, became covetous, "I can't, you son of a bastard! I'm not Amelia anymore. I'm having a new life as Mia and I'm not gonna give my time to any of you." A palpable soul sucking force swirled at the pit of her stomach mercilessly.

She could never expect anything from her alters lest benevolence. Though Charlie looked innocent and cuddly like a chihuahua, was never partial in giving up on his time.

He claimed what was rightfully his.

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Jake rubbed his eyes for he wasn't entirely awake. He was startled awake by piercing screams and after a little feat of exploration, found Issac locked in the topmost kitchen cupboard. As an element of surprise, the cries didn't belong to Issac but to Amy who was hidden in the same cupboard beside the little kid.