Chapter 8: Facing the Night Alone
“You experienced something unusual for the first time in your life, so of course you will be frightened,” Ethel responded as she patted Marielle on the shoulder. “But you weren’t afraid afterward. You didn’t still have those cold chills when you traveled home, isn’t that so?”
“No, I didn’t,” Marielle agreed, still studying herself in the mirror.
Ethel went to stand behind Marielle and placed her hands on her granddaughter’s shoulder.
“So now,” she began. “If ever, God forbid, you see something that clearly looks like some evil entity, you should stand firm and say: “In the name of love, get out of here and return to where you come from!”
Marielle jerked and jumped away from Ethel.
“Where will I get the boldness to speak so authoritatively?” she asked, with her eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. She stared at her grandmother as if she had grown horns.