(Wednesday morning, 9:00AM Aug 2015)
A continuous knocking on the front door of chief Baldermor's house rattled the entire House hold. With hazy eyes, the police chief stepped out of his house wearing a thick robe and was immediately greeted by a lavish looking woman.
"Good morning sir. I was told this is the house of the town's chief. Will you be kind enough to guide us towards the Calderon mansion?" the woman asked politely.
Her stature and demeanour left Carlos Baldermor mute. The last time he heard someone speak formally and saw a woman hold herself with grace was when Althea Calderon asked for his help about getting a licence.
" Su.. Sure" the chief answered, his words rolled out unintelligible due to the rapid beating of his heart.
It only took Carlos Baldemor a few minutes before he found himself outside his house, standing infront of a graceful lady and a bunch oth
Anita Milluki sat motionless on a tree stump outside the Calderon mansion. She watched as more people gathered to take a peek at the bloody incident. Her daughter's body is yet to be found.Numerous body parts was taken out of the mansion, along with the mangled body of an old man and Esther, poor Esther, who was found hanging by her neck inside her own room.She watched how Carlos Baldemor drove off into town to follow the car that took his son to the morgue, she gazed in silence as the old woman smiled at the unconscious body of the giant. Her eyes stung when the gorgeous lady cried, still with grace, at the body of the old man.Anita Milluki stood from the stump and decided to take a walk. "What happened?" she thought to herself, but no one can probably come up with an answer just yet. She decided to head for the garden that Lovely adored so much. Her daughter spent countless nights and days inside that garden. Playing and dreaming with Genelyn Calderon. Was
Ram walked up with a limp towards his friend. The two of them have been awake for three days, but none of them said a word to each other.He sat himself beside Angus. He has been staring blankly at a wall since they woke up. Their beds are positioned beside each other because the detectives from the city requested that they remained together, and to not leave town before the investigation is over."How are you holding up?" he asked. Angus did not answer, but acknowledged him with a smile."When this is all over, why don't you come with me, forget this place and leave everything behind."Whether Angus Severino wanted it or not, he bobbed his head in reply. Everything felt unreal. "Gen, what exactly happened to her? They said she's missing and so is Lovely. Why are we alive, why did she spare us?" Angus murmured.But his question received no response.Angus was told his wife was taken to a mental institution. He couldn't help but blame himself,
January 2075 (50 years later)The small town which was once covered with a dense forest, now lay bare. It's morning had never seen so much sunlight.Trees fell on the ground as multiple chainsaw sliced through trunks of hundred year old trees."Get a move on it" a man in a worker's uniform yelled.During the afternoon, the head engineer Mark Valentino arrived and instructed the workers to take their break, calling to his side the head representative of the lumberjacks."How are things? The engineer asked. The man smiled and assured him that the work will be done in the alloted time.Marlon Velasco, a seasoned lumberjack tugged on the engineer's sleeve. They are childhood friends and had been helping each other through out their life."Are those businessman sure about this?" he asked while taking the bottled water his friend held out for him."What do you me
A shrill blood curdling scream, that's what brought it to consciousness. It lay still, stubborn and indifferent. The being tried to pry its eyes open but couldn't, then tried to close its eyes but failed. Its sight consumed by darkness, not even aware that the eyes it believed to have had no longer existed. What the hell, it thought, and for a brief moment, it tried to relax—yet once again failed. It felt its heart thumping so fast, it vibrated like a trumpet on its head. So it reached out to its chest hoping to meet its rhythm, but found none. It felt hallow, empty, it felt nothing for there is nothing. In its dark paradise the being lay motionless again, too stunned to accept what it has become. Another scream echoed inside the void. The entity craned its imaginary head towards its left and then right, up and then down. It's calling, calling once more. "I know that voice," it said to itself,
In a small town called Sutoria, with a population of 3,756 stands a residence isolated from the rest. It occupies almost 2000 acres of land. The Calderón mansion, a Victorian House sits to at least a fourth of their property. It has eighteen bedrooms excluding the maid's quarter and a huge living room with a large chandelier fit for royalty hanging proudly from the ceiling.It has all the basic rooms and function halls that one would only dream of. But what truly makes the mansion magnificent is the huge triangular-shaped garden at the back. It houses the most unique looking flowers and trees, some of which are not even native to the continent, how the Calderons managed to keep them alive remains a mystery to the town's people.The master of the house, Arthur Calderon and his wife Althea are both warm and gentle people, willing to open their home for anyone in need. They have three children, Marco—the eldest, a small pale-faced boy who alw
(9 years later) (2015)Walking along the dirt road, blue umbrella in hand, tiny raindrops collided on the umbrella's old material and exploded into pearl-like afterthought of the young man under the black and greyish hue of the dimming afternoon.The man dressed in a full black and white suit covered by a grey overcoat winced and groaned at the unrelenting weather hovering above him.He, after just passing the licensure exam for his degree in Clinical psychology was invited to join one of the popular psychiatric hospitals in the country. Popular by means of their recovery rate, but nothing always bathes in sunshine and rainbows.The hospital, despite its popularity, housed fewer patients compared to others lesser to its prestige.He used to wonder why, but now, as he ascends the final mountain which will lead him to this hospital, he pondered if the location contributed to its low patient
Doctor Augustus Mori stood behind the curtain-less window of his office, face almost kissing the stained window glass.He stared with crease forming on his forehead at the sight below. There he stood, the young doctor which he so desperately wanted, needed truth be told.He ran a hand on his balding hair and took a deep breath. "Lord forgive me," he whispered—his words uttered with utmost conviction.He put on his white coat and fixed the falling eyeglasses from the bridge of his nose. He prepped the folders on his table and sat motionless waiting for his new employee.Dr Zackary Salvador walked silently behind a petite framed girl. Her nurse uniform was too short for his liking, instead of white stockings this one wore black. Her hair is tied up in a bun making her look older than her age. A stud earring graced both her earlobes.She greeted him and Damien at the front door a few minutes back and informed him that the head psychiatrist is waiting
Meanwhile, somewhere along the countryside, in a small town, the evening finally cast her dusky gown.Esther welcomed the Amber glow radiating from the moon above her. Sitting alone inside the once-grand garden of the Calderon mansion, she felt more alone than ever. It is the time where slower thoughts arrive, moments when with open eyes, her brain becomes an empty horizon. Feeling the soothing breeze of the night, she became absorbed in the music of crickets, letting the gentle energy of nature wash her aching heart.Perched on the only usable bench, she raised both legs and folded them towards her chest. She looked up at the blanket of stars that reached infinity.For years, the gnawing grief kept her awake at night. What went wrong? How could things turn out the way they did? Questions upon questions piled up in her head as the years went by, but the answer remained elusive, like the rarity of the exotic flowers blanket