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CHAPTER
13 – See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Granny had tossed and
turned for most of the night, unable to fall into the kind of deep sleep that
she needed after a long day of chasing children that were visiting for their
summer vacation all over her house. She loved having her home so lively and
full of youth but at her age, it wore her out. She wondered if the horrific
dream she had about Jahaira might have been the reason why she couldn’t
comfortably close her eyes. As she stared at the ceiling fan spinning above her
head with heavy eyelids, a chill shot though her body which was strange,
especially in the midst of a heat wave that had plagued the city with boiling
temperatures for weeks. Granny even wondered if she might have been dying when
goose bumps rose up on her skin and her teeth began to chatter. That’s when,
from the corner of her eye she saw something that made her sit up in bed. In
front of her closet, cloaked in the shadows, stood two pale women, identical in
height and stature who kept their identities was concealed with black
masquerade masks.
“Caesar’s sisters? What
are you doing in my bedroom?” Granny asked but neither of the women answered.
“Might as well take off your masks so I can see those pretty faces.”
“Good evening love,”
the twins spoke together and greeted her, grinning as they removed their masks.
“Wow, you really are
identical,” said Granny, straining her eyes in the dark gloom to see them
clearly without her glasses. “Now, what do you want?”
“We’re here to help
you. You won’t have to worry about nightmares anymore,” Anya answered.
“Your time is done
here. Are you ready to meet your husband in the afterlife?” Anika asked as she
and her sister walked to opposite sides of the bed where Granny lay like two
pale wraiths straight out of a horror movie. Their steps barely made any sound
on the creaky, worn and weary floorboards.
“You think I’m afraid
of you?” Granny laughed bravely in the face of what she knew was coming. “I’ve
been ready for years.”
The twins’ blue eyes
looked even creepier in the dark as they flanked both sides of the bed and
stared down at the woman they were about to murder.
“Pray to whatever god
you believe watches over you,” Anya told her and then nodded to her sister.
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