The interior of the house is nothing short of my expectations. The living room is rounded with two double-seater and three single-seater sofas and a round wooden center table with an empty flower vase placed on it.
The master bedroom is in line with the kitchen and the living room separated it from the two other rooms, one of which I have to choose from.
The kitchen is adjoined together with the dining and doesn't have much furniture except for a few wall shelves, a small kitchen freezer placed beside the dishwasher with a mini oven placed on a shelf right above it while the dining has four wooden chairs and a rectangular table with wooden legs but with a glass surface.
Everything else in here seems to be made of wood.
"Mark, the shelves and the kitchen wall need a touch of paint," Mom said from behind me. I didn't realize she's so close until she spoke.
"I added two Can of grey paint for our room earlier when we came to make the payments but I didn't check out the kitchen, guess I will have to add more paints to the list of things I have to get from the local store tomorrow. How many Can are we going to need for the kitchen?."
"Two Can of paint will suffice. What color do you plan on getting?" Dad replied from the living room.
"Lemon green will suit the wall best, the shelves can be painted a deep shade of green." She responded while checking out the box shelf's one after the other.
"Amar, drop the bag in your hand somewhere and go check the rooms out. Make sure to let me know the color of paint you'll like me to get for you." She added without looking away from the shelves.
"Come over here mark, this one needs to be changed, it's ....."
I left the both of them to their discussion and went ahead to check the rooms out as she said.
I went to the first room and stopped to take a look at the worn-out door before turning its knob, the door made an awful creaking sound and stopped midway. It wouldn't open fully so I had to squeeze myself in through the tiny little space.
The room looks too small and the ceiling is just too low for my liking. It can't even admit half of my stuff.
'This room is surely not for me, it's no different from a rabbit hole.' I murmured before going out of the room while closing the door behind me. I head for the next room, silently praying it will be better.
I walk up to the door which seems to be in better shape, or so I thought. I heaved a sigh of relief before twisting its knob but it wouldn't bulge, oh please not again.
I had to try harder before it finally opened.
Phew! don't know why every door in this house has decided to add to my pent-up frustration as if it isn't enough that I had to leave my friends and everyone I've known all my life behind and start a new life in the middle of a freaking forest!.
With my eyes closed, I walk into the room slowly like a predator that doesn't want to scare its prey away but in all honesty, I'm the prey here. I don't want to be disappointed when I see what this room looks like too.
I walked a few meters forward and opened my eyes when I was sure I'm fully in the room but, an odd yet familiar feeling washed over me and the hair on my body stood up.
I can feel myself tremble while an all-too-familiar fear builds up in my chest.
It's here! I can feel it.
The same strange odd presence that has been oppressing me since I was eight is ogling in the air.
I can't put a name to this feeling but I know something is in the air and the room suddenly feels stuffy.
It's starting again, I can't breathe. I feel suffocated and my eyes felt like they can pop out any minute. I open and close my mouth in a desperate attempt to draw some air into my lungs but it's useless. I tried crying out for help but my tongue wouldn't bulge.
"Why are you doing this to m- e?" I finally voiced, asking no one in particular but I know it can hear me.
"Make it stop ple- ase, it hurts," I begged with beads of tears dropping from my red-rimmed eyes while my hands remain clung to my throat.
While I was still struggling to breathe, an invisible strong force pushed against my side and made me lose my balance.
I slipped, hitting my head on the paved floor. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the hurried footsteps of my parents and the alarming call of my name, then my vision went blank.
"Hello! Anyone here?" I called out into space and was responded by the echo of my voice. I found myself in a void dark place that I'm guessing to be an empty room, judging from how loud my voice echoed. I remember falling and hitting my head on the floor and the side of my head still hurt from the impact but, I don't remember coming to this place. 'Could this be the room I was checking out? Then dad must be somewhere near' I thought to myself. "Dad where are you?" I called again and I got the same response, echoes. I feel the need to get out of this room. Something isn't right here, I can feel it in my bones. The exit should be somewhere near. It's eerily dark and the darkness makes me uneasy. I moved a few meters north but I couldn't find the door. I changed my direction and moved south and still couldn't feel a thing with my hands.
Run! That's exactly the only word my muddled up mind has been screaming but I couldn't will my legs to obey the command, and even if I do, to where? I remained rooted to my spot while my heart continues to drum crazily in my chest. It talked! I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the creepy foghorn voice, a voice that could make the strongest of men crumble with fear, until I heard it speak again. The voice sends shivers of fear down my spine whilst the temperature around me drops and the atmosphere became freezing cold. "You're growing. Faster than I had imagined," it said, pausing for a second before it continues, "It's almost time and I can't wait to do it all over again." I flinched. I can feel its burning gaze on me although I don't know what its face looks like and the voice of it I cannot distinguish, all I could do is to sta
Laura's POV "Put your mind at rest Laura, the doctor said she'll be fine," Mark reassured, holding my hand in his and drawing me close to him so my head rests on his chest. Amar has been out for fifteen hours and I haven't blinked since then. We are still at loss to what happened to her in the room before her deafening scream rang through the house and we found her right in the middle of the room lying motionlessly on the floor. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked with a worried look on his stressed face. We are both stressed. "No," I replied looking away from him and back to my daughter. Over the past few hours, she has unconsciously been fighting herself on the bed and the doctor had to use restraint to prevent her from injuring herself. "Now am worried for you Laura, you haven't slept nor eaten anythin
"Morning mom." I greeted picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining before drawing the wooden chair backward to make space for my feet while I sit. "Morning dear. Do you feel any different?" She questioned. To be honest, she's been suffocating me with questions since I got back home from the hospital. I understand that she's worried about me like a mother should be but, this is unlike her, she doesn't put her emotions on display like she's doing right now, she hides them perfectly. I'm not just used to this side of her. "Where is dad?" I asked ignoring her question. She looked up to stare at me for some seconds before replying. "He's outside trying to get the car ready for you. He volunteered to take you down to school himself so you don't have to wait for the bus." He did? What about work, wouldn't he be late? I wondered o
I stood in awe, marveling at the beauty and architectural design of the hallway. Wow! The word escaped my lip before I could stop it. Beauty is an understatement for a place like this. I wasn't expecting a building so old to have such a unique and amazing interior. The long hallway was lined with different works of art, ranging from sculptures to paintings. My old school wasn't even half as beautiful. "Excuse me," I stopped an average height blonde girl with freckles and dark chocolate hair packed in a tight bun. "Can you point the principal's office to me please?" I asked. She stared at me for what seems to be like an eternity with intense curiosity in her eyes, murmuring incoherent words. I could only pick a few lines from what she was saying. "...for the time has come for the awakening
Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him. If truly gods still thread the surface of the earth, I'm sure standing in front of one. His dark chocolate hair was styled into a side fringe while his low chin strap beard leans across his sharp jawlines, making his triangular-shaped face more pronounced. Mine, He stated. His voice sounded more like a growl which is
"You missed the first class for the day." The principal whom I now know as Mr. Russel said, handing my timetable and locker's key over to me. He walked towards the door and I follow suit and we both stepped outside. I was disappointed when I met with the absence of the strange guy. This feeling of disappointment is meaningless. Why do I have to feel that way for a stranger? I questioned myself. Mr. Russel lead me through the big hallway till we reached a big stained glass door with flower intricate, he stepped into the classroom and all the students chorused their greetings. "Well," he started, "we have a new student on transfer and she will be joining this class. Introduce yourself please." He concluded, stepping aside for me to take the lead.
The last class for the day is Biology. I kept on twitching and turning uncomfortably in my seat because he wouldn't look away. He concentrated so much on me like no one else exist. "Mr. Moon," the teacher called. "I can see you've found yourself something more interesting than my class to get busy with," Mr. Railey, the biology teacher said, pausing his lecture to face the creepy guy who was startled. He quickly turned to his front with a faked serious look on his face but Mr. Railey wasn't fazed by his pretense. "Not so fast Lucian!" I caught you already." He said in a strict tone. "Can you explain to the whole class what you found interesting on Miss Croston's face?" He asked and some chuckled, but Mr. Creepy didn't respond, he sat unmoving on his chair, still trying to keep a straigh