The Morgue Retreat House

The Morgue Anthology-- 001. The Desperation of Escape

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Kizzie went out to the open, breathing the fresh air of her surroundings. She was lucky enough to escape from lunchtime. Last night, two of her classmates, Anthony and Joshua were killed, some of the police officers had stayed post in the interior of the Retreat House and some posted in the surrounding outskirts. She had been terrified and suffocated inside of the retreat house, the paintings had an ominous feeling to her that made her head dizzy. The retreat house was just so good too be true, all the air conditioning was new and nice, the lights had mysterious tints, and the whole interior was just so beautiful just to be a retreat house, ang alam nya sa mga retreat house ay parang lahat na bagay ay low-budgeted dahil ayaw sa mga pari na sayangin ang badyet, but it was not the case with this retreat house.

Iiniiwasan nyang matakot sa anong-ano mang mangyayari sa retreat house na ito. It was pointless to be afraid. Ayaw sa kanyang mga mata na umiiyak ulit, they were swollen.

"Ano ba iyung ginagawa dito sa labas, Kizzie?" Tanong sa isang pamiliar na tinig na nasa kanyang likuran. It was Manong Marco. "Wala lang, manong. I just wanted a fresher."

"Okay, basta bumalik ka lang sa loob, later. Baka ma-miss mo yung session natin later." Sabi nya at umalis sa kanyang likuran. She sighed as he was out of sight. Good thing she got the details straight, it wasn't everytime she could get to lie in such a  reasonable manner, she would panic, and she felt like her brain wasn't working properly like it would in any normal circumstance.

She sat down by the tree in the front yard. Feeling the cool breeze of the tree.

She would later wake up to a guard scouting the near surroundings. "Oi! Bakit kaba nandito?!" Sigaw sa guardiya. She ran as fast as she can to the outside of the gate, but felt a strange, strong force that was holding her aback. The reflective glare blinded her eyes. A shimmer was pointing upwards, shaped like a huge dome that was surrounding the whole compound of the retreat house.

The retreat house was undeniable big, reaching out to the ocean and stretching throughout the whole mini forest. They hadn't even explored the whole building, as it was really big, filled with mazes of rooms. Manong, Teacher Dennis, and Teacher Michelle had instructed each of them not to go wondering off to the halls, dahil mahirap talaga ang pag-search sa isang tao sa boung retreat house. It could take them the whole day to search.

She was unable to step across the dome and was blasted off to the ground, far from the dome. She was on the ground when she saw a guard go out to go and grab a first aid kit, but her vision was blurry. She wondered in her sleep why the guard was able to go out without being blasted off in such manner.

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They couldn't go out. It was nearly invincible to get out of, Teacher Michelle tried, Teacher Dennis tried. They all tried, no one could, they were all trapped and had the desperation to escape from the whole trap. "Why!?" Someone shouted out of frustration.

"Bakit kita? Sa pitong bilyon na tao sa mundo bakit kita? Bakit ako?!" Earl yelled out. They had nothing to do.

"Nasaan si Reah Sheen?" Tanong ni Teacher Dennis. "Sir, hinanap namin kanina, pero hindi pa namin na kita sya."

"She's with Desiree and Tessa in their room." Jhianne said who was in their room five minutes ago.

"Opo, sir. Nasa siya sa loob." Kyle said, backing up Jhianne. "It's a good thing she went back."

"Everyone! Let's go back! We'll call for Detective Han." Teacher Michelle said, all of them going back.

Events happen around CH.002

"Michelle, hindi pa sure na kailan po kami babalik, but you are in charge of the date of departure. Make sure the children are safe, there are weird things happening around this Retreat House." Sabi ni Sister Lisa, they were leaving for Manila. They had to process some important papers for the school.

"Okay po, Sister. I'll set the departure date by tomorrow." Sabi ni Teacher Michelle na naka ngiti sa kanila. "Okay, see you." Sagot ni Sister Lisa, at umalis kasama din nya si Sister Beth.

"So, kailan ba tayo umalis?" Tanong ni Sir Dennis.

"I still haven't planned, Dennis. But I'm sure I want us to depart earlier. The schedule said two weeks, but I think we'll leave it their until I find a good date."

"Okay. I'll go check on the children." Sabi nya at umalis. 

"I don't think this is going the right way at all." She sighed out of frustration. And went out.

The Star-Crossed Arrow

"Margalita, Come closer." He said. The velvety color of her dress was beautiful to his sight. She was beautiful. "Dione, I love you." She said. Her voice beautiful as an angel. He had hid something in his hands, hidden into plain sight.

"Mags, hindi mo alam kung kaano kita mahal. I would do anything for you, and for this." He said, placing his hand softly in her belly.

"Kiss me, Dione." Sabi nya at hinalik nya si Magaret. He slowly placed her head in the ground, continuing to kiss her. "I will always love you, Margaret." He said in between the kisses. The hot passionate moment made her cheeks burn with a red color. "Take me inside."  She said. He lifted her up, taking her inside. His vision was a blur, it regained but everything was different, his fiancée was cover with blood. Her eyes had ceased to show colour. He was afraid, he was turning into the monster he was afraid of becoming. He quietly placed her body back in the ground running toward the forest. He could hear her calling in the near distance feeling guilty of leaving her alone to tend off the coldness of the woods. But this was the right thing to do, to leave her the arrow along with the note. He ran as fast as he could, tears running off of his cheeks, never looking back at the moment.

He went into the kitchen into such rush, faster than ever, kinuha nya ang isang malaking arrow nasa taas ng kusina, at sinulat nya sa isang papel ang kanyang mensahe para kay Margaret.

The only words he was thinking were:

Margaret, Margaret, Margaret

Margaret, Margaret

Margaret.

Note to fellow readers,
• This is the short story anthology that I announced way back in 'The Painful Truth'

• The Morgue Retreat House will be returning as 'The Monsters Deep Down, Below The Sea' in July and will not be written in an another book but will be published here.

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