The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 3
Sensing that someone was in the corridor Raquel holds her breath. No one can save her but anyone could be harmed if they come here at this time, so she hides her face in her knees and pretends to be asleep. She hears Nadia asking her if she was ok but she keeps her lips tightly shut and her face buried in her knees.
"Why are you up this late dear?" Nadia asks her gently, Raquel neither reply nor moves. "Are you ok?" She asks but Raquel doesn't reply. Assuming that Raquel has fallen asleep in this position Nadia looks around in the room purposelessly and then quietly leaves so that Raquel's sleep won't be disturbed, closing the door to her room and locking it ever so silently. As soon as Nadia leaves Raquel's trembling begins, she knows what was coming next, the anticipation of pain prickles her joints, her nerves tingle; fear deeper than ocean drowns her. "I don't want to see you," Raquel says to the ghastly creature, now closing in on her.
"You are accursed to see only me all your life" the woman replies, her voice chilling Raquel to her bones, her ears pulsate as the voice worse than nails scratching on blackboard violates them. "Please no!" Raquel begs but that wasn't going to help her, it never had and she knew it never will. The only option that is left with her is to accept what is coming next and she does so without resistance.
The lights go out all across the Institution making Nadia jump in her place, she isn’t very fond of the dark since her childhood. Strangely enough, after the lights go off she could hear more people conversing then she did before which made her feel a bit better. Someone checks the power supply, the electricians are called but no one could understand what's wrong with the supply. Blown fuse? someone wonders loudly. But all this hyperactivity and conversation seemed to worry Nadia about her patients as the light out could put distress on some of them. So she takes a flashlight and runs to check up on them again, to her relief everyone is still fast asleep, some of them snoring, others muttering something illegible in their sleep, she takes a sigh of relief. Finally, she reaches Raquel's room, the patient who would be least affected by light out, after all, how can someone who doesn't have light in their eyes be bothered by light out at all? It’s lights-out for a blind woman all the time, she thinks, and then she smacks herself lightly on her head for being so indignant about it even in her thoughts.
Nadia raises her flashlight assuming that Raquel would be sitting in the same position as she was some time ago, but there's something wrong, she couldn't bring herself to cast the flashlight in her room. A sense of horror, some weird reluctance has seeped inside her body almost resisting her commands to look into Raquel's room. She breaks into cold sweat suddenly, feeling like all the air has been replaced with sawdust. She reconsiders whether she wants to look into Raquel's room, her fear of darkness slowly creeping over her being. But her mind reminds her of her duty and the fact that she has checked all the other rooms then why not her? Nadia stands there for a while, her thoughts see-sawing between running with her legs on her head or performing her duty, the nerves in her legs and back taut with tension.
In the end reasoning of her mind overcomes the fear of her heart. And yet her body trembles with fear of an unknown scene, something that she fears she would see but at the same time finds it impossible to perceive. She purses her lips and takes a deep breath and tells herself to look inside at the count of three. The first glimpse into Raquel's room sends Nadia into shivers like she never had before, her legs paralyze, she drops the flashlight as if it were something hot in her hand. And then she lets out a long terrifying scream before passing out.
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Part 3
Sensing that someone was in the corridor Raquel holds her breath. No one can save her but anyone could be harmed if they come here at this time, so she hides her face in her knees and pretends to be asleep. She hears Nadia asking her if she was ok but she keeps her lips tightly shut and her face buried in her knees.
"Why are you up this late dear?" Nadia asks her gently, Raquel neither reply nor moves. "Are you ok?" She asks but Raquel doesn't reply. Assuming that Raquel has fallen asleep in this position Nadia looks around in the room purposelessly and then quietly leaves so that Raquel's sleep won't be disturbed, closing the door to her room and locking it ever so silently. As soon as Nadia leaves Raquel's trembling begins, she knows what was coming next, the anticipation of pain prickles her joints, her nerves tingle; fear deeper than ocean drowns her. "I don't want to see you," Raquel says to the ghastly creature, now closing in on her.
"You are accursed to see only me all your life" the woman replies, her voice chilling Raquel to her bones, her ears pulsate as the voice worse than nails scratching on blackboard violates them. "Please no!" Raquel begs but that wasn't going to help her, it never had and she knew it never will. The only option that is left with her is to accept what is coming next and she does so without resistance.
The lights go out all across the Institution making Nadia jump in her place, she isn’t very fond of the dark since her childhood. Strangely enough, after the lights go off she could hear more people conversing then she did before which made her feel a bit better. Someone checks the power supply, the electricians are called but no one could understand what's wrong with the supply. Blown fuse? someone wonders loudly. But all this hyperactivity and conversation seemed to worry Nadia about her patients as the light out could put distress on some of them. So she takes a flashlight and runs to check up on them again, to her relief everyone is still fast asleep, some of them snoring, others muttering something illegible in their sleep, she takes a sigh of relief. Finally, she reaches Raquel's room, the patient who would be least affected by light out, after all, how can someone who doesn't have light in their eyes be bothered by light out at all? It’s lights-out for a blind woman all the time, she thinks, and then she smacks herself lightly on her head for being so indignant about it even in her thoughts.
Nadia raises her flashlight assuming that Raquel would be sitting in the same position as she was some time ago, but there's something wrong, she couldn't bring herself to cast the flashlight in her room. A sense of horror, some weird reluctance has seeped inside her body almost resisting her commands to look into Raquel's room. She breaks into cold sweat suddenly, feeling like all the air has been replaced with sawdust. She reconsiders whether she wants to look into Raquel's room, her fear of darkness slowly creeping over her being. But her mind reminds her of her duty and the fact that she has checked all the other rooms then why not her? Nadia stands there for a while, her thoughts see-sawing between running with her legs on her head or performing her duty, the nerves in her legs and back taut with tension.
In the end reasoning of her mind overcomes the fear of her heart. And yet her body trembles with fear of an unknown scene, something that she fears she would see but at the same time finds it impossible to perceive. She purses her lips and takes a deep breath and tells herself to look inside at the count of three. The first glimpse into Raquel's room sends Nadia into shivers like she never had before, her legs paralyze, she drops the flashlight as if it were something hot in her hand. And then she lets out a long terrifying scream before passing out.
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
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Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
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PART 2:
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PART 3:
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PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 6
Dr. Edwin reaches the Institution on the fifth day after the incidence since everyone was aware of his arrival beforehand they prepared all the papers regarding the patient but he refuses to see them. He wants someone who looked after these patients to guide him to the rooms before he reads about them anything. He wants to form his own opinion and reach his own conclusion by observing them and not borrowing what has been done by his predecessors. Strangely he doesn't just want to see the patients that he has been assigned to but wants to have a glance at every single one in the hospital. Everyone thinks it's odd but nobody has any objections to it, so he gets what he wants. By doing this Dr. Edwin takes a general note of how patients are categorized and how they are treated across the Institution. That will give him an idea if the case he will see is actually peculiar or is it just that management is at fault. After looking at all the other categories of patients finally, Nadia guides him through first and second-floor patients, these are prone to self-harm and can even be dangerous to others at times. Nadia thoroughly and passionately talks about each and every one of them and Dr. Edwin notices that the right procedure is in place and the staff is well trained. That only means that the case will be something worth looking at. Finally, he stands in front of the door of the last room on the second floor but with horror, he notices it's empty. He looks questioningly at Nadia but Nadia replies to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Dr. I forgot to mention she's in the piano room, there's a piano tutor here every day for the patients who are capable of learning such but she loves to listen to it so she just sits there and listens.”
Looks of concern pass his face. "But the patients in this category aren't allowed to mingle with.." he starts to but the calm look of Nadia's face makes him drop his concern. She seemed to him so far as someone who knew her job well and he decides to trust her for that. Besides, doctor Philips would have made the decision so he has to take it in his stride.
"Can I see her there?" He asks Nadia, an open surrounding will give him a better chance to observe her. Nadia shows Dr. Edwin the piano room and Raquel sitting in a corner in a comfortable chair since her wounds are still healing. Dr. Edwin's eyes almost fall out of their sockets from a single glance at what he has been told is Miss Raquel Haggle, the room seems to whirl around his head and breathing only comes when he decides to do it consciously.
PART 1:
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PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
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Part 6
Dr. Edwin reaches the Institution on the fifth day after the incidence since everyone was aware of his arrival beforehand they prepared all the papers regarding the patient but he refuses to see them. He wants someone who looked after these patients to guide him to the rooms before he reads about them anything. He wants to form his own opinion and reach his own conclusion by observing them and not borrowing what has been done by his predecessors. Strangely he doesn't just want to see the patients that he has been assigned to but wants to have a glance at every single one in the hospital. Everyone thinks it's odd but nobody has any objections to it, so he gets what he wants. By doing this Dr. Edwin takes a general note of how patients are categorized and how they are treated across the Institution. That will give him an idea if the case he will see is actually peculiar or is it just that management is at fault. After looking at all the other categories of patients finally, Nadia guides him through first and second-floor patients, these are prone to self-harm and can even be dangerous to others at times. Nadia thoroughly and passionately talks about each and every one of them and Dr. Edwin notices that the right procedure is in place and the staff is well trained. That only means that the case will be something worth looking at. Finally, he stands in front of the door of the last room on the second floor but with horror, he notices it's empty. He looks questioningly at Nadia but Nadia replies to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Dr. I forgot to mention she's in the piano room, there's a piano tutor here every day for the patients who are capable of learning such but she loves to listen to it so she just sits there and listens.”
Looks of concern pass his face. "But the patients in this category aren't allowed to mingle with.." he starts to but the calm look of Nadia's face makes him drop his concern. She seemed to him so far as someone who knew her job well and he decides to trust her for that. Besides, doctor Philips would have made the decision so he has to take it in his stride.
"Can I see her there?" He asks Nadia, an open surrounding will give him a better chance to observe her. Nadia shows Dr. Edwin the piano room and Raquel sitting in a corner in a comfortable chair since her wounds are still healing. Dr. Edwin's eyes almost fall out of their sockets from a single glance at what he has been told is Miss Raquel Haggle, the room seems to whirl around his head and breathing only comes when he decides to do it consciously.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Bleed
How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
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How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
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*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
The Mirage:
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
#tm #review #shortstory
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Untitled excerpt
Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face.
Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly.
Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively.
The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern.
Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night.
Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow.
"Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual.
In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage.
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Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face.
Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly.
Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively.
The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern.
Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night.
Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow.
"Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual.
In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage.
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