“What's going on, Nala?” Lauren asked, in a low tone, and fear.“Whatever she says to you or makes you feel, do not believe her, neither should you put off the blindfold. Do not let her make you feel fear or it'll get real.” Nala said in a hurry, and then she heard a snap of a finger.Lauren covered her ears with her hands as it was piercingly loud. And out of the blue, she felt alone. She could no longer feel Nala’s presence.She was left alone, and the air was chilly. Also, it felt as if she was on a vast land that was dark but was illuminated by the moonlight.Then she heard a light, but echoing cackle“Where am I? Where's Nala?” Lauren asked, with a shaky voice.“Do you need to know when you can't see?” She cackled again. “Anyways, prepare to bade goodbye to the earth, because you will not live to see your loved ones and friends when my pet is done with you.” She threatened, in a way that sent fear down Lauren’s spine.Her heart skipped a beat in anxiousness.“Was she planning to
With her heart in her chest, she screamed. She was supposed to brace for impact, but her hands were outstretched, even though she knew they would break if they hit the ground first. Fortunately for her, she fell against someone, and they both fell to the ground, rolling fast down a hill. She could not even raise her hands or try to take off the blindfold.They hit large rocks, branches, sharp twigs, and thorns as they rolled mercilessly down the hill. Lauren only hoped that she wasn't with anything scary.Eventually, they rolled into water, and she opened her mouth, only for water to gush in, and choke her. She raised her head, and gasped for breath, taking off the blindfold hastily.Nala emerged from the water, and Lauren screamed.“It's me!” She said hastily, and Lauren took in deep breaths. “You scared me.” She replied, feeling her heart, still racing as fast as a racing horse.“I lost you. Are you hurt?” She asked, looking at Lauren, and Lauren looked at herself. There were scra
On Lauren’s side, she had also flashbacked to that time when she had just met Quincy’s godmother for the first time.For some reason, she badly wanted to be accepted by his godmother. She seemed like a really friendly, and fun person to be with; she didn't want to get on her bad side and be disliked by her. Also, since she wanted Quincy to herself, she had to at least, be on the good side of his godmother.Lauren got to her feet, immediately acknowledged her, and was surprised to find her legs shaking. Not even her fingers were spared from the tremble. They tightened on her dress. She was such a beautiful, and graceful woman. When she had walked in, her demeanor had come as relaxing, reassuring, and beautiful. “Welcome, ma'am.” She greeted them with dry lips. “I'm Lauren.” She said, not knowing what else to say. “Are you from this city?” She asked, with inquisitive eyes. “Yes,” Quincy replied before Lauren could get a word out, and it made a little relief trickle down her chest.
Lauren could not bring a word out of her mouth, but she was very nervous, not knowing what Quincy’s mother wanted from her.“Did she perhaps have a hunch that there could have been a lie in what Quincy said, about me? What exactly did she want?” Lauren thought to herself, fidgeting from inside.“I'll send for you shortly.” Quincy’s mother replied, and Lauren gave a smile. “I'll be expecting you, ma'am.” She replied, and Quincy’s mother nodded.“Tonight is going to be great. I can already feel it. The event celebration is in the air.” Gloria sang as they went up the stairs.“How big is it?” Lauren asked, out of curiosity.“Very big. The palace will be filled up. There will be lots of people coming in. The important people will fill the building, and the less privileged will be entertained outside. They will have a buffet, music, entertainment, and a fair share of everything going on inside. It's just that only trusted people are allowed inside. Lady Rose makes it so.” Gloria replied,
“Sounds? What kind of sounds?” Quincy asked, and her eyes seemed to fix into blank space, trying to explain. “Scraping sounds. Sometimes it feels like it's underneath my floor. Like there's a room underneath, and someone is just running something long and sharp over the ceiling which is the floor of my room. Also, I realized some things are not always the way I left them. Today, a knife was missing from the cabinet, and I was so scared that I could not even cook in the kitchen. When I went back this evening, the knife was on the countertop, and I never placed it there. There's also the case of the lights. I turn all the lights in the house off before going to sleep, but when I wake in the middle of the night, some of the lights are on, or is that you?”Quincy looked around, “I don't roam around the house at night, and when I do, I rarely turn the lights on. I know my way around the house fairly well.”Her voice shook, “Then who…? Could there be someone in the house like I think? Don'
Silence greeted them. Quincy stared down into the abyss before them, squinting his eyes, prepared to see Elise emerge before them with a gun that wouldn't fail her that time. Slowly, he took a step, and the staircase creaked loudly beneath him. It would give anyone time to prepare a gun. Large beams of light ripped through the thick darkness as the men turned on the torches in their hands. Another step— an even louder creak. Quincy descended lower and lower, and a damp and earthy smell filled his nostrils. The walls were peeling, and the floor was unswept. Lots of stuff he had dumped in the basement were coated with dust, and tangled with webs that were as thick as the dust themselves. Tables, chairs, barrels, an old guitar that lay unused, and more cobwebs hanging down the ceiling. Bertha sneezed, and Quincy turned. “I'm allergic to dust.” She said, and sneezed again, her eyes watering. “I think you should leave then,” Quincy suggested, and taking one large sweep of the bas
The shock was too much for him, especially the fact that he was about to be chained alive. He tried to release himself from the ropes they had used to tie him up, but while doing that, he mistakenly hit his head on a metal, right behind him. As his head hit the metal, he passed out, and Bertha became angry.“How could he pass out just like that!” She raised her voice, finding it annoying.She had been waiting for this moment, and the fact that he had just paused the moment for her, was what got on her nerves. “Don’t worry, mother. When he wakes, we’ll finish off the job. There’s no way he can escape this.” Elise assured her, and Bertha calmed down, feeling much better.All she wanted to do was to avenge her son, then only could she believe that he rested in peace and that she had acted like a true mother.“Let’s go have something to eat, mother. I’m famished.” Elise uttered, and they both left.“Alright, daughter.”But as they wanted to step out, the police force dashed in and point
“Release her for what? She might be old, but she's still a criminal. One who tried to see you alive.” Scott said, looking bewildered. “As much as it disgusts me, I have something to finish up with her. I have to make it clear that I'm in no way responsible for her son's death. He died out of his guilt, irresponsibility, and lack of tolerance. She must be brought to me, so she can know what kind of man her son was.”“So there's more to this?”“More to this.” “The center she and her daughter were taken to is quite far. It might take some hours for them to reach here. I suggest you eat a little and use your pills.” Scott said, pulling back the drapes. “I should do that.” Quincy agreed. Scott left the room, and Quincy lay back in his sheets, taking a deep breath, thinking of the horror of the whole thing. Upon seeing the chainsaw, it felt like the world falling in upon him. The pain he would endure would be more than getting smashed by the car press. A chainsaw. Her son lost his legs