Aisle Thirteen

Chapter 8

"After burying my great grandmother's body, my grandmother told herself that she needs to continue living her life, even without her beloved mother. Because she thought that her mother died because of her, because she wants to leave the mansion even though she knows that Deborah hated the idea, she still pushed it." Said the clerk.

"So... you knew all those things all along?" I asked.

"Yes. My grandmother told me."

"But why did you still decided to work here?" Micaela asked the clerk.

"Because I wanted to see her, too. But unfortunately, after years of working here, I never saw her. Good thing you came here. I proved my grandmother right." The clerk turned to me.

"But what does she wants from me? I don't even know her!" I said. Why would she keep haunting me when I have no slightest idea about her?

"That. You should ask yourself. Why would she haunt you? What it is that's with you that she'd have interest in?"

After that talk, I and Micaela left the grocery store. My mind is full of thoughts.

Why would Deborah haunt me?

What is it that she wants from me?

Why does it have to be me?

"We should get your car." My thoughts were cut by Micaela's words.

"Huh?"

"Your car. Where did you left it?"

"Uh... It's somewhere in Carmel."

"Okay. Let's go get it."

We found our car exactly where I left it yesterday. We ride our way home.

I dropped Micaela on her house. She said a few words to me before letting me go. She's very concerned about my situation and I'm grateful for that.

I still don't know if I should tell my mom about this because I don't want her to worry about me.

I entered our house, and as I expected, my mom wasn't here. She's at work and will go home by around five in the afternoon. It's still two pm and I feel so exhausted so I decided to sleep.

Three o'five pm and I'm lying on my bed, I'm having peaceful thoughts as I felt sharp nails dug into my skin. Both my arms were held by someone. I can't move. The sharp nails were excruciating. It's like my flesh was about to come out!

I can't move. I can hardly breathe. I can't see her face but her hair was very evident. It's long and curly.

This must be Deborah!

She's holding both my arms so tight. Her nails were like pulling out my flesh, I'm already bleeding! I can't shout and ask for help because there's no voice that's coming out from my mouth.

I looked up and tried to see her face, but only her eyes, and creepy smile was all that I can see. I started crying.

I woke up and breathe heavily. Another nightmare! I'm scared of falling into sleep. I looked at my bed side clock, it's three o'four pm.

What?

In my dream, that happened on three o'five.

I'm sweating so bad as I hear the door of my closet creaks.

I turned my head on the direction of my closet. I can't see anything even when my room was well lit because of my huge window. My closet remained dark. I can't see what's inside.

The closet's door opened more widely and I know I'm so ready to run!

I waited for a few seconds.

On three, I'll run out of the house.

Three...

Two...

And my closet puke out Deborah! She's coming for me!

With her black aura surrounding her full body, and arms ready to attack me, she ran towards me!

I pull myself up from the bed and ran as fast as I could! I ran through our hallway and the bad luck is just on my side right now!

I fell on the last five steps of the stairs. I sprained my ankle. I can't pull myself up.

Chills started to eat me up. I can feel that she's already near me.

I looked up to see that what I felt was right. She's only three steps away from me!

I closed my eyes because I know I couldn't run this time. I'm only counting on my mom, that hopefully, she'd show up.

I heard that she stopped walking. The foot steps disappeared.

I closed my eyes tightly when I felt her words so close to my ears.

"You are exactly what I want."