"That will be $3.99, mister... Almar!" A teenage brunette says to me while passing me my coffee. I just give her the money and a generous smile as I begin to walk out of the shop, facing the cold November wind as I exited the building. Not to long ago, I had graduated with my degree in college, and I was now as free as a bird to do what I pleased. At least, until I needed to start looking for an actual job.
"Good afternoon, madam!" I say cheerily to a solemn woman walking besides me while I was walking down the street that lead to my small apartment. Like always, I earned weird glances from the people surrounding me as I continued walking, but I've learned to ignore it over the years.
"Sweetie, stay away from him. He's what you would call 'insane.'" I heard a mother say to her young child while trying her best to avoid me. Alright, that might have hurt a bit. Actually, make that a lot. But why are they always treating me like that whenever I talk to people? As I continued walking an all-too-familiar street, I noticed the run down chapel that still had a holy essence to it, in a way. At the same time, I could see that same darn woman walking in front of it, who I've seen there every day since I was a young child. Never did I have the courage to speak to her, but I seemed intrigued by her story and why she's been waiting for so long.
"Um, hello, miss?" I asked once I had gotten close enough to her. I didn't even realize that I was walking towards her until I actually spoke. As I said this, I could tell she wasn't expecting to be spoken to once she turned around
"Yes?" She asked me while still looking around anxiously, keeping a tight grip on her umbrella. She is probably no older than 25, but she still has the young innocence radiating around her in a sort of way.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you waiting for on such a cold day like this?" I ask while gesturing to our cold surroundings
"I'm getting married, of course!" She let out an eery laugh, but it had a sense of lightness to it in a way.
"My bad. May I ask for you name?" Again, weird looks from the strangers as they walk past me
"Crimson Mercy!" She said with a cheery voice. The name seems familiar in a way, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I think I might have read about it somewhere, but I could easily be wrong
"All right. Thank you for your time!" I say while walking away from her with a confused look on my face. I'll look her up when I get home, but now I need to be somewhere else at the moment.
My mother's grave.
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The Bride with the Black Umbrella
ParanormalEdgar Almar was an average man that you would see walking down the street. He was a genius, and, but his words of wisdom were never taken seriously because he had a special ability. Edgar could communicate with ghosts and spirits from beyond the de...
