A tragedy in the camp reported being one of the biggest unsolved cases in town. Five years later, as April regained her consciousness, some of the memories at the camp along with her sister had been taken away from her. When she goes back to the cri...
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My senses immediately flared up as my consciousness crept once again. My orbs adjusted to the blinding light above. I stretched my arm when my hands crashed on a solid yet smooth surface. I instantly opened my eyes only to see myself resting inside a rectangular-shaped box. A coffin?
What am I doing here?
My fear started to kick in. I punched the glass but it didn't break. I kept on banging until my knuckles are bleeding. The trepidation grew violently, enabling my mind to rationally think. I tried once again but before my fist landed on the glass, a thunderous voice echoed.
"Child, you have not seen the surfaces and that made you their perfect formula. I will cease your existence before you impede my victory."
I was completely frozen in my spot. I waited for him to glimpse where I was when his bony hand blocked my view, holding a glass filled with red wine. I don't know but there was something in his drink that made me uncomfortable.
I amplified my senses like I have amplified abilities. Even if I don't have one, I put an effort just to glimpse something on his drink. When he placed the wine glass on top of the coffin, I let out a horrendous scream.
"Leave us alone! We mean no harm to your well-being and your territory. Grant us the freedom and we'll never come back again!" a woman spoke out of nowhere.
I saw something floating in crimson liquid. A slim figure similar to a human– wait. I lifted my head to get a closer look but to my horror, a bloody face of a woman appeared in front of me.
"Right, my witchy, April?"
—A few days ago, I woke up from a nightmare. It's traumatizing to see such gruesome mental images. Especially that it involves my twin sister who is already dead. Avery appearing in my dream means something. That is what I am trying to decode.
"Still thinking about that nightmare?" my mother asked me.
We are currently eating our breakfast before our daily errands. But today is an exemption. I threw a quick glance at the bunch of Chrysanthemum and candles prepared by my parents. I also spotted the wooden basket which I presumed is full of packed foods.
"Not really. I wasn't terrified at all knowing that it was her."
Right. If it wasn't for the nightmares and articles circulating around, I would tuck myself under the bed. Avery, your death revitalizes our monotonous routine.
I tilted my head to the left and watched my father. One thing I am sure, he's lifeless like me. We are both struggling to stand against the aftermath. But we continued hoping.
"Dad?" I called his attention.
Meeting his eyes for the first time after five years felt so different.
