A Story In Our History

        This is the second night being lonely.. No one's here with me.. No Jonathan.. No Chris.. Just me and ones hiding through the wind.. The little souls playing within my mind..

   However, now I don't feel scared.. More like I wanted to meet these mysterious spirits.. I felt like I must unveil their truth.. So I was expecting them to come at me...

   Souls, you say? what a lie to hide secrets..

    I didn't close my eyes a second, only to get to meet the ones causing all troubles. I want to know the source of the voices, but surely they aren't of a supernatural power.

    I didn't notice that I slept while sinking in my thoughts until I woke up from the sound of steps on the stairs.

        Step.....

        Step.....

        Step.....

        Step after step.....

        And the voice is getting closer.....

   It must be them.. The ghost!!

       "No.. There are no ghosts!" I thought "Calm down Lilian, it must be some servant passing by. Return to sleep girl"

   No matter how I tried to avoid the sound I can't neglect it. Its only swallowing up my mind..

       Step.....

       Step....

       Step.....

       More and more stepping..

   They are here... Right here.. Standing in front of my door.. Yes.. Here..

   For an instance, I felt someone standing on my door.. It was my instinct that fell danger around..

   Do I fight or fly away?? Both mean death anyway..

   The door knob is rolled and squeaking sounds resulted upon opening the door..

       "Who.." I whispered in very low voice.. I couldn't continue my phrase as I felt my throat dried..

    My body was so heavy and I couldn't move a bit, hurted as if it was shot and my face sweated like a fountain..

    Out of blue or even out of courage, my waist was lifted on its own to turn around and look at the one standing at my door.

    Our eyes met for seconds.. My heart throbbes for hours.. My tears never accepted to stop.. It wasn't a romantic juvenile, but a threatening calamity..

   It looked through my eyes as if it was intimidating me..

   It was watching me for a while and it vanished away as fast as I looked at it..

   Although the door was slightly opened, the room was dim and dusk, and I couldn't see the full face but I knew who was it..

   I knew it only if I had a solid proof to confront it's actions..

   Many hours have passed since it's arrival and I couldn't close a lid, I was only gazing at the ceilings.

   I noticed its was dawn already and the sun rays penetrated into my room and "the room's" shadow was reflected onto the walls.. It was bloody crimson.. The sky also was bloody crimson..

   At 9:00 am, the regular time I wake up, I received a message from Jon.

       "I'm sorry, babe" it said "I know I left you all of sudden but it was urgent and I wasn't able to tell you.. I'll be back soon, promise. Call me when you wake up. I love you"

    His message brought pleasure to my heart, I wanted to call him as soon as possible, to hear his voice, cry until I feel relaxed and tell him about everything happening with me... But I couldn't.. I wasn't able to wake up from this trauma.. I was solidified..

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Knock... Knock...

The door started to knock, just as yesterday..

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Knock... Knock...

This time they will totally kill me...

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Knock... Knock..

      "Miss, please answer me, can i get in?" someone was talking from the other side, I didn't get to know who, I wasn't able to distinguish between the voices.. "I'm coming in!"

    The door was opened just as yesterday.. But this time it was only Christie..

       "Oh, miss" she sighed "You scared the hell of me, why didn't you answer?"

       "Christie.." I murmured "Only Christie"

       "Yes miss, who would it be?"

       "I'm glad you're here"

       "Huh? Miss are you okay??"

       "Yes.. Just a bit of tired.."

       "You look so pale.. Let me help you"

   Christie tried the best of her to ease my anxiety. She massaged my shoulders, brushed my hair and chatted with me for a while..

    She asked me about my past and how I met my fiancé...

       "So.." I commented "You want to hear our love story?"

       "Is it romantic??" she replied "Wanna hear! Wanna hear!"

       "After my parent's death, my uncle took me in and raised me. He was barren and unproductive, so he considered me as a daughter and protected me from all dangers. He enrolled me, then, to high level university, and there I met him."

       "So you had a lovey-dovey time while studying"

       "Well.. No.. I wasn't an outgoing person, and he was a very popular one. He always tried to become nearer to me, but I treated him as a thug"

        "Oh my god! Mister was a thug!?"

        "Well, he always stays out for late and goes out with women.. Uhm.. He kept following me for 3 years, until we fell in love and he proposed to me and we got engaged by uncle's approval"

        "Woah!"

        "After a while, he I lived in his family's home until we get married. But we got caught up in many dilemmas, so, he decided we live in a peaceful, but i guess troubles are attracted to us magnetically.."

        "Oh.. We got attacked by ghosts"

        "No Chris.. These are not ghosts.."

   A phone call, then, interrupted me while sharing her the truth..

  Ring.. Ring...

        "Oh, speak of devil!" she chuckled "It's your thug boy. I'll excuse myself!"

    Finally, I got to talk with you my love. I hope you are with me..