Excerpts

Excerpt 1

"I think you already know the answer to your first question." Sly said after that short silence." And I don't want to get bored talking about the rest." he said nonchalantly.

Mary stared at Sylvester for a while as though she was processing what he said just now.

She pursed her lips and she finally spoke.

"Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine."

Sylvester just remained silent and continued sipping on his drink.

The man behind the counter had brought the juice Mary had requested and she averted her gaze from Sylvester and turned to take the glass from the man's hand and thanked him.

When she turned to face Sylvester, he was no longer standing there. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

Where did he go? Wasn't he just over here, or was she imagining things.

Excerpt 2

"Papa? Is that you?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky."Rooney?"

The person at the door remained silent and she turned frightened.

The next moment, the figure started walking toward her bed and her heart and mind raced simultaneously.

As the figure got nearer, she felt her body go numb out of utter fear and she moved backward until her back hit the wooden headrest.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she questioned the figure with quivering lips.

Still, there was no response and the figure continued walking toward her.

Her heart was beating ferociously against her chest and beads of sweat snaked effortlessly down her forehead and neck.

As the figure approached her, Mary saw it reach out its hand toward her neck. When it came closer, the lamplight reflected on its face, and Mary was shocked to the bone at what she saw.

Half of the person's face looked like it was decaying and the other half was covered in blood. She recognized the other half of the person's face. How could she not?! He was dancing so close to her today and she had a vivid image of him registered in her mind.