Chapter II

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"You, what have you done boy. Do you have any idea...you...your cursed... its going to kill you, you should have cleansed your sole. Leave.... leave this instance I can already feel its presence. Go home find a shaman to help you". She was behaving in hysterical way.

I didn't need to be told twice, I grabbed Clara's hand and got out of the stall. Once out I spoke with a bit of anger in my voice, " I told you it was stupid to go inside, these people only enjoy playing with minds".

Clara was listening to me worry was etched on her face "I didn't think something like this would happen. I just wanted to have little fun but seriously I feel we should ask someone for help. If its lie it won't matter but if its real they can help you". She said with honesty.

"I don't trust things like these its not like we have done something to believe it, I am going home this trip was nothing more than a waste of my time", I said harshly.

I saw Clara follow behind me without saying anything. She looked really disturbed and worried.

Once we were on the bus again I took her hand in mine and reassured her that we will be fine. Atleast I hope I will be.

Once home I went to my room and closed the door and lied down on my bed. Her words ringing in my ear again and again like a mantra.

I convinced myself there is nothing to be worried about, my mind drifted off to someother place in another time and I fell asleep. Unaware of the danger predicted by the old gypsy.

Tring, ring.....tring...."hello, hello."... "who's there"....toooooonnnee.......line...toooooonnnee.......line dead......

Tring, ring...........ring, ring.

"Hello, hey say something I don't have all day", said charles in his sleepy voice.

"LOOK"..static sound. "OUTSIDE".. voice disruption..static sound coming...",

Charles looked at the window of his room, there was nothing confused he turned the phone off and went to sleep again.

The kids must be playing pranks again, he thought. His neighbors children were very active kids for a eight years old.

His phone turned on by itself, the screen unlocked. The message box popped open and the following words started appearing on it.

"You killed me......."

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