While Emmy was cleaning up upstairs, Matt busied himself downstairs. He planned to clean up as well but his thoughts kept going back to the phone. Matt kept checking on it but it was drained. His constant attempt at turning it on wasn’t helping. He finally gave up on any pretense about cleaning up and sat in front of the laptop to review the feeds from the cameras instead. He jumped the last time he remembered which was shortly after dinner and started looking at all the video feeds, both normal and enhanced. Half an hour later, Matt had found nothing. He tried the phone again. It had charged enough this time that it was able to at least power on and make it to the home screen. He was a mixture of dread and curiosity as the device sluggishly loaded up. Matt immediately tapped the gallery app and played the first video. The sluggishness of the phone and the cracks on the screen were enough to make him frustrated. Thinking that the phone might die again, Matt went ahead and copied the
Emmy went straight to the master’s bedroom and fished a suitcase and several bags from their destroyed cabinet. She stuffed half of the suitcase with Matt’s and her clothes then went to Jean’s room. The relative tidiness of the child’s room compared to anywhere else in the house only served to make her more anxious. Emmy stuffed Jean’s clothes in the suitcase too. She almost wanted to lie down on her daughter’s bed. Everything was where it should be, nothing was out of place. She shook herself out of it and looked around to find the child’s toys and coloring books. These, she stuffed into one of the bags. Lastly, she found Jean a set of clothes to change to then called her. “Jean honey? Can you come over here please?” She called again when Jean did not answer. Seconds later, she heard her approaching footsteps. “Jean, let’s get you changed, we’re going out.” “Where?” Jean asked, standing in the doorway. “Oh, nowhere, and everywhere. We’re having a day out!” Emmy said, making st
He did not want to spend any more time than needed. Matt honked again. Hearing Emmy call out, he stuck his head out of the window and looked back towards the house. Jean came bounding out the door, swinging her rag doll and wearing a small, colorful backpack. Emmy was beside Gina, encumbered. Matt stepped out of the vehicle to help. “There’s still a suitcase upstairs.” Emmy said when Matt held out his hands to take the bags from her. “Where?” “Just at the top of the stairs.” Matt put the bags down and retrieved the suitcase. Gina and Emmy were barely out the door when he came down with the suitcase. When there was enough space for him to pass, Matt squeezed through and dumped the bags and suitcase in the back of the truck. “Jean honey, why don’t you help your sister on the other side huh?” “Mommy’s already helping.” “Yeah, but she needs it.” Matt explained, smiling at the little girl. “Plus, she helps you when you need it.” When Jean turned around to help her sister, Matt opene
“Are you sure about this, son?” The elderly voice at the other end of the line asked. “I have my doubts, Father. It’s like what Jon said, a perfect storm of paranormal phenomena.” “I can’t blame him. Even I, am having difficulty grasping this. What does your gut say?” “That something is wrong. I cannot say if it’s because it’s real or because I might be going into one of those elaborate prank shows.” “Worst that could happen is if it turns out it’s indeed a set up. Hmmm.” The priest paused. “Well, you are a private citizen. You can always use that and threaten to sue if footage is released.” “If it is a prank, or a hidden camera kind of thing, I don’t get what they’ll get out of it. I mean, we don’t ask for payment. Then again, people get paid to do stupid things nowadays.” “I heard about that. Like that YouTube thing that this confidant of yours is doing.” “Makes it worse, really. Where before, people just do it for fun, or boredom, now they have an incentive.” “First sign tha
The silence in the living room made it even eerier. Once they were inside and no further attacks happened, the children started asking questions. Emmy almost lashed at the children. To Jean especially, whose questions kept coming. It had grown silent after that. To him, the only consolation to find after what happened was that none of the children saw the figure. That’s what he concluded after listening to their questions. Only him and his wife. Matt pitied the children. If he was having a hard time making sense of anything, the children would definitely be lost. He did not fault Emmy for almost losing it with Jean. He understood. The children’s incessant questions, after their initial terror, was also understandable. Now, everyone was silent. Instead of finding comfort in each other’s presence, each one was forced to deal with it in their own way. Jean played in the mess. She found scattered debris and used them as props for her make believe show. Gina got tired of sitting down on
There was a persistent ringing in his ears. He groaned then got up. As soon as he was seated, Cain looked around to check, noticing that he was in unfamiliar surroundings. He had been lying in a mat on the floor. When he heard people stirring, he remembered where he was. He remembered the intense pressure and crippling pain in his head as he wondered why Jon fell. “Jon?” He called out. “He’s… still out.” A man replied as he came into view. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine Matt. Where’s Jon?” “He’s behind the sofa. What happened to you guys?” “I’m not sure. I remember feeling like my head was being crushed.” “The both of you just passed out on us.” “Matt?” Cain asked, getting up, noting the coffee stains on his clothes. “Yeah?” “I think it’s time you stopped pretending like you have any control on this.” Matt’s face searched Cain’s, looking for an explanation. “What do you mean.” “I, we, didn’t just pass out, did we? I saw your faces Matt. You were ready to grab your wife and b
He scanned the street as he exited the bungalow. He wondered briefly if all the houses in the area had the same layout. The facades all looked the same to him. Satisfied that no one was watching, he quickly got into the driver’s seat. He did not need to scan the street. He never did. His anchors always told him. Recent events made him wary. The encounter with the veteran, whom he could read nothing from, was primarily the reason. He opened the large envelope and inspected the contents. At least he was worth it. Placing the three counterfeit passports back inside, he started the car. All the passports had release dates dating a year back, complete with stamps of supposed travels. The passports were Colombian, Thai, and Filipino. He considered each one as his next destination. Now that he got what he came for, he could fly anywhere he wanted. Where to, where to? He asked himself as he waited for the light to turn green. The events of the past days hung heavily on him. He was bummed
The unfamiliar surroundings made him bolt upright. He immediately groaned in pain. Jon’s headache flared with the sudden movement. Emmy’s approach reminded him where he was. “You alright?” “Yeah. Just a headache. What happened?” “You fainted. Your friend too.” Emmy answered. “Uh. What?” “Yeah. Seeing as you did not get to drink your coffee, would you some tea? Dinner should be ready soon and ma-” “Sorry, hang on. Back up a little bit. We fainted? Cain fainted?” Emmy nodded at him. His face became a picture of confusion. Jon has never fainted his whole life. Assuming it had something to do with the reason why they were there, Cain was the last person he would expect to faint. “Yeah I… I think I’d like that tea.” He said, getting up. “And some pain relievers if you have… still have them.” “I’ll have Matt check. I think we have some stashed somewhere. Sugar? Milk?” “Just tea ma’am. Thank you.” “Please. You guys came all the way here to help us. Just call me Emmy.” “Thank you,