The Book of: M.O.D.Y (Part 3)

Chapter II - Charlotte

Charlotte was a young one, she lived her life with a single memory of a weird looking man talking to her father and visiting her home a lot.

She did not know the man when she asked her father about him, he would always refer to him as 'Uncle,' she always thought he was her uncle, but he wasn't even related to them in any way.

He always called her 'C,' she found it strange at first but then she grew into it, she liked it.

The man she thinks is her uncle visited every weekend, he's done that for years, but he never looked different. Her father aged and started to grow white hairs. And the man was always the same not a day older.

After Charlotte moved out from her parent's house, she saw the man rarely, until she never saw him anymore.

She did not live in her old home anymore it would explain why she won't see him, and she started to forget, but one thing haunted her dreams.

It was a voice, a raspy voice, almost screechy, every night, as soon as she closes her eyes, she heard it, "Hello C, come for me, I've been waiting."

She wasn't scared, she just ignored it. And every night for 5 years she heard the same voice, she considered telling her therapist about it, but she did not acknowledge it.

Charlotte was driving to her class, it's 7:30 AM, the woman on the radio talks as Charlotte drives on auto-pilot.

"Today the 3rd of January 2019 marks the three year anniversary of the major discovery of the old civilization. Zamrofia, the archaeologists working on the site confirm that the civilization ended with a massive massacre, killed by a strange entity with advanced weaponry, scientist speculate that the weapons used are even more advanced than our weapons."

Charlotte: "Nice, more fuel for the conspiracy theorists online."

Radio: "We have a statement from the office of technology, it says that they are playing with the idea of aliens' existence for centuries and how they made contact by killing a whole race. It's crazy if you ask me, but this is supposed to be the breakthrough of our time."

Charlotte: "Shut up..."

Charlotte then turned off the radio and looked off again to the road. She shortly arrived at her class, and it was an English class, she sat down at the front of the class, listening, taking notes, trying to pay attention, the usual things that a student would do.

Charlotte has a normal life... relatively, the young lady had some issues, like the recurring dream, it was annoying but again, she ignored it.

But in the last few weeks, the dream came three days a week; it was the most that she saw it.

She didn't give it much thought, after all, everyone has weird dreams. Charlotte did not tell her therapist about the dreams as she thought it wasn't relevant to her life.

Although she was tempted to, she couldn't bring herself to tell. It felt revealing. It felt personal.

Charlotte was walking with some friends on the sidewalk exiting a coffee shop, the group of six were talking, laughing and having a good time.

They were heading to the park where they'll stay for a couple of hours before heading back home.

The group chatted about whatever they thought was funny at the time; the night was warm, the park's lights were dim, the group sat at the opposite side of the playground, their voices covered their surroundings.

Charlotte was listening to her friends go on and on about something or other, but shortly she drifted off from them. Her light brown eyes wandered around her, she watched the trees wave in the light breeze, and her long black hair danced with the leaves and branches, the voices of her friends faded slowly and nothing on her mind, but the silence and her thoughts.