The door creaked open with no effort. The darkness vanished, courtesy of the bright light eluding from my phone. I stared into the room I had discovered a few minutes ago. It looked like a shrine, except it was ruled by a beauty goddess.Beautiful pink dresses adorned the wardrobe closest to the door. There was no other color on it, just the color pink. There were lots of pink saris too, it was impossible to believe whoever owned the room wasn't an Indian. I took a closer look and spotted a couple of pink jeans, and pink tops. It was all pink. The shoes were pink. Pink heels and sneakers. A pink backpack hung on the door. The wall closest to it was adorned with pink paintings, and even the wall was plastered with pink wallpaper.My eyes itched at the sight of it, it was a creepy sight to behold. I was tempted to go back. To call Davey, and tell him I'd be early. Spend some quality time with him, and probably wait for Annie's instructions, but the sight ahead lured me. From where I st

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to say anything. What did he mean by that? If it was what I was thinking, then he had discovered the curse, and that wasn't funny. "What do you mean by that?" My voice had no strength in it, but I needed an answer to the numerous questions that ran through my mind."What I mean is that we know about you and Anabel." He sat on the bed, next to me, and held my hand. My father and mother moved closer to us."Mom, Dad, please excuse us." He shifted his gaze from me to the both of them."Dad can stay. Mom should excuse us." I looked in the direction opposite to theirs, to avoid eye contact with my mother. I didn't care how she felt. I had forgiven her, but It wasn't safe for me to talk about it with her as part of my audience. When I knew she was part of my problem.Kain adjusted on the bed and gave my mom an uncomfortable stare. "Uhm, Please excuse us." She walked out quietly, without uttering a word. I saw tears escape her eyes, and I sighed. She was abou

Mr. Skanda POV.I sat in my bedroom, alone. It was one of those nights I spent in tears, one of those nights that I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. No man would be able to fall asleep when his house was on fire, and it was surprising how my wife slept like a baby next to me.I was unsure if she knew what was going on. Everyone in the house was counting down on the days our only surviving daughter had on earth, except her. she was still her usual moody self, she didn't even care to spend extra time with Kerah, and neither did she care to find a way to help. I looked at her through the dark, she was snoring lightly. I could make out her full frame on the bed, and that was all thanks to the nightwear that she had on. It was a white nighty.She stirred a little bit and then resumed her position again. She was enjoying her sleep, it used to be a beautiful sight to behold. Usually, I'd give her a peg on her cheeks, or smack her buttocks. But not anymore. She was an awful parent for s

Kain POV.Sally and I stood at the gate that led to the public cemetery. I held her hands, and we paddled into the silence. All we could hear were birds chirping, and one of the sounds stood out from the rest. It made Sally hold onto me firmly, and squeeze my hands. It was the hooting of owls. "What do you want with these bodies, are you kids not gonna let them dead people rest?" We turned unanimously and met with the gatekeeper. "What are you doing here with your chick?" He strolled towards us. I shared a glance with Sally. "Good evening, sir." I smiled nervously. "What you want?" He ignored me. "My name is Kain, and I'm here because I want to meet with my sister."The gatekeeper was standing hands akimbo, he stared at me through the medicated glasses that hung on his nose. Under his eyes. His bulging stomach and short stout nature made him look funny. He was well above sixty, I guessed from the grey hair that adorned his partly bald head. He was putting on sparkling white short

After I showered and brushed, I headed for Julianne's house.The last time we met, was in this city, in the then-famous eatery, "cruise la faire." It was there she had broken the news to me, that she was pregnant. Her house was a block away from the eatery, we met there just once. When she wanted to introduce me to her parents. I could find my way to the house, though it's been over thirty years since we visited that place. Since that day, I had been in their neighborhood a few times, but never in that house. I wanted to speak with my ex, but I didn't know where she was lying. I had no choice but to go back to their home.I rang the doorbell, and a young boy opened it. He looked ten or eleven years old."Hello, boy." I smiled at him, he had Julianne's eyes, and a smile, evident on her face."Hello, sir. Who are you looking for?" "I want to speak with Julianne's mother." I raised a brow at him when I had said that, he wouldn't know who I meant by Julianne's mother, and I couldn't re