Truths Unravel

Chapter #5

"Hmmm, this is new," Emory utters. "Did your parents ever tell you about a man named Galvos Aldrich? Emory questions.

I pull deep into the back of my head, and I don't remember anyone named Galvos; nor have my parents ever mentioned someone by that name. I turn my head to face Emory and reply, "No, I have no clue who that could be. Why, is something wrong with that name?"

"The stack of articles I'm reading right now tell much about a man named Galvos, and how he was very close to your parents. They all state how Mr. and Mrs. Coltrane were best friends with this man." Emory looks up at my face when she's done talking, and she notices how excited I am. "Woah," she begins to say, "Don't get your hopes up. This could be useless."

We've been reading paper after paper for over an hour, and this is the first thing that could help us in cracking this case open. Everything else seems useless to me, unless you count that picture we found of my parents with one other man. Wait! The picture! I scramble off the bed, and run to my recycling bin. "Come on, come on!" I say as I make a mess of papers in my room. "Where are you?" I get to the bottom of the bin, and I find a crumpled up photo. I lift it out of the blue bin, and make my way to Emory. "I think I know who Galvos is." I show Emory the picture. "This has to be him. He looks like the same person on the articles you were reading. We should find out where he lives and question him about my parents. Since they were so close, maybe he knows something!"

Emory scratches her head, and looks down. "We could. If he was alive." Emory doesn't look up at me, and mutters, "It says here that he was murdered."

I sink to the floor, feeling like I've accomplished nothing. "One person that could've helped me solve this case, and it turns out he's dead. Emory, this case will never get anywhere." I feel tears coming, and I let them. "I-I can't help my p-parents." My tears sting my eyes, and I can't breath so well. "My parents a-aren't c-coming back."

"No!" Emory jumps to my side and brushes my arm gently. "We just need to keep searching. There could be many other people who your parents were close to." Emory, the one who always told me to leave the case, has a determined look in her eye. "Someone must know something about your parents and how they went missing. Maybe they just never told the police because they'd do nothing."

I cheer up a bit, seeing that Emory finally wants to get serious about the case. I start putting the stack of papers away and say, "We're done for today. Let's watch a movie!" I gather the last piece of paper and ask, "Horror or mystery? Which type of movie?"

"Ugh, can't we watch a comedy or some teen drama movie?" Emory whines. "You really need a break from mystery," she exclaims.

"Fine, let's watch comedy; we already have enough drama at school with Soraya. Find a comed..." I start to say, but all of a sudden I have this weird sensation. I feel my eyes burn, my body doesn't feel like mine, and I can't control myself anymore. I travel out of my room and down the creaky stairs; no one notices me and I grab a knife from the kitchen. Step by step, I'm getting closer to where Isaac leans on a table, and I grip the knife harder. I'm 2 meters away when I'm shoved back into the kitchen; I see Emory, eyes wide with fear, and breathing heavily. I'm not sure why I'm in the kitchen and why I have a knife in hand.

"What are you doing?" asks Emory in a panicked voice. "Why would you take a knife up to Isaac? You know what would've happened if he saw you?" Emory is speaking so fast I can't keep up with her.

"I, uh. Why am I here?" I ask Emory.

Emory looks at me in disbelief. "I thought you would know, considering that you were the one who came here."

I try to remember everything from the last few minutes, and the last thing I know was that we were about to watch a movie. "We were in my room, about to watch a movie. After that, I couldn't control my body anymore."

"Something's going on here," Emory begins to say. "I saw your eyes before you left, and they were red; your eyes are hazel, not red." Emory looks a bit freaked out, and she's trembling. "I-I think something out of the ordinary is going on, and it involves you."

I need to wrap my head around what she just said. Out of the ordinary? Red eyes? How can anything like that exist? I have a feeling that Emory is right, and that this is just the beginning. "Guess we have another mystery to solve," I finally say.

"Whatever this is, we need to end it. I can't let something seize your body at times and make you do inhuman things."

Emory, once again, has such a big determination towards helping me. I can't help, but smile, even at a time like this. "We still have a movie to watch. We'll worry about this tomorrow." We sneakily creep back into my room and watch, not one, but multiple movies. It was a pretty good night, if you don't count the whole possessed thing. However, we have so much more coming for us; I just know it.