The moment he turned towards me and told me he will come to pick me up right above my eyelids..I couldn't stop but think about him only.
There was nothing else concerning me more than Derek Woods, his words, his actions, his sudden interest towards me and everything about him. I started panicking what will I wear that would look sexy as well as comfortable in this bumped body. For a moment I even got the inferiority complex and decided to not go but then I realised, he never asked me...he just told me he will come to pick me up.
I needed to find something for myself tomorrow.I kept turning here from there blushingly smiling and even marrying Derek tomorrow only. Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me from the window. All the happiness freezed at the moment. I suddenly turned towards my window but still stayed on the bed. I tried to look closely and from what I reckoned, it felt like an open skull, the hair and skin from the above was not there and all I could see was insides of the brain a little. I gasped and tucked the pillow in my lap tightly. My heart started racing rapidly as it could.
The window door opened on it's own or perhaps the open-skulled guy opened it but no one came inside. The lights or room was dim and so was the street lights. Nothing could be seen exactly and clearly from here. I waited for some more time thinking maybe it was a mistake. Maybe I was just hallucinating, and that's exactly when I saw the open skull rising up a little and I could see two white balls like things very small in size transfixed towards me.
I got super scared, I wanted to run from the house but Lucifer's words stroke me. He said I have powers and I should figure them out what they are. I wanted to be save and they couldn't do any harm to me. Inspiring myself from all these things, I gathered my courage somehow and got down from the bed and moved slowly towards the windows. Moving further towards it I realised those white balls were eyes, eyes without eyeballs but with sclera only. It was very weird and horrible to see that. I gained positivity and confidence inside me and stepped forward again. I thought maybe, the man was blind as he had no pupils to see. It gave me a little more support in what I was doing. I moved towards the window more and suddenly saw the pair of eyes and open skull going down from the window edge. I relaxed more than I ever did.
I moved further more bravely this time and stood an inch afar from the window. The door was hanging legit outside the house so I had to lean a little in order to catch the doors and close them. I tried to see but couldn't find any trace of the open-skulled guy or creature or whatever it was. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and leaned forward to behold the window doors. Suddenly something from downwards clutched my neck tightly and started pulling me downwards.
It was all so sudden that I shrieked loudly and couldn't even hold the frame of the window. The man had a very tight grip on my neck, it pulled me more downwards, my baby bump was folding and getting pressed against the window frame which caused immense pain in my stomach. I very hardly tried to reach my hands down to my stomach and save it a little but I couldn't as the man pulled me even more suddenly. My eyes were closed all this while but I tried to open them and see who it was, and the moment I did, I shut them again. I saw a man with open-skulled and eyes without eyeballs very close to my face smiling at me with his horrible face and crooked toothy smile.
I very difficultly summoned my another hand and tried to push his face away so that he would loose his grip on me but he tightened.
"Lea...ve....me... Leave....me...(cough)" I tried to yell so that Mrs.Webber could hear me but he was mostly strangling my neck and abdomen both.
"I died in accident.....you must die too....." He said while panting his bad breathes on my face as he was so close. I squinted me eyes and tried to push him away but he was surprisingly strong.
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A RAY OF LIFE
ParanormalThe life, gifted to us is precious and most valuable thing we ever fear to loose but the life we spent never really gets that easy or happy to be wanting to spend it until THE DEATH comes to end it. Such is the story of LIFE and DEATH of Iris Steven...