“Death is like a rain you cannot stop.”
On the island of Vitam et Mortem, people with extraordinary capabilities exist and they are called medius which means middle. They are creatures that lie between the living and the dead. They can either see, hear or feel ghosts. The ordinary people of the island or the mormians do not acknowledge these creatures. They witnessed what a medius can do but they keep on invalidating such creatures accusing them of sorcery and witchcraft.
One day, the owner of Silverio University required each student to stay in the university's premises by granting them the school dorm for free. Thirteen days after the students moved in, when the school’s huge clock struck at 3 o ‘clock in the afternoon it suddenly made an endless ringing sound and a body fell from the clock tower. The same scenario took place every after thirteen days.
Everyone pointed out Serra Hilario who happened to witness the deaths of every victim beforehand. She was labeled as the Curse of Silverio University.
Teaming up with a grim reaper and a ghost which she found annoyingly persistent she’ll try to unravel the mysteries going around the university.
“I saw you. . . die.” - Serra Hilario
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“It tastes bland,” my daughter commented after taking a small bite of the dish prepared by the newly hired chef. She was staring at it blankly.
It has been weeks since her mother died. As time passes by she grew colder and colder and it kept on bothering me.
She glanced at the empty seat next to her where her mom used to sit. The room suddenly turned eerie. My heart banged hard against my chest.
She nodded her head as if she was taking orders from someone, someone she could only hear and see. She raised her hand and beckoned the chef who was standing behind her nervously. I have a bad feeling about this.
The lady chef stood beside her and waited for her words. My daughter quietly grabbed the fork and poked the soft meat. She then handed it to the chef.
The chef slowly brought the meat in her mouth and chew it as silent as she could. The pressure on the air was thick that even made a man like me feel sick.
“T-The meat is tender and savoury,” the chef told her. She clutched her skirt on the side. She was uneasy. “It still tastes good–”
“But not as good as before,” my daughter cut her off and made her stiffened.
My brows furrowed when my daughter started to unbutton her blouse in front of the chef, the foods, and me. “What are you doing, Am–”
“The food you serve are getting worse and worse.” Her eyes remained on the food in front of her. “You look a bit distracted.” She gradually turned her head to the chef who was oogling her almost naked breast.
“Cover yourself–” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence because of the sudden twitching of her shoulder. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked my daughter but she didn’t look like she heard me.
She shook her head. She was hesitant. “No!” she firmly said slamming her hand on the table. The hesitance on her face were soon replaced by sourness as she groans in pain.
I was numbed on my seat as I watch the cloth covering her shoulder slowly crampled until it was drenched with blood, my daughter’s blood.
“Do it!” A roaring voice echoed inside the room. It was hoarse and whole like to that of a devil.
That voice. It was her.
“No!” My daughter disagreed bursting into tears.
I filnched when a warm liquid splashed all over my face. The next thing I saw was my daughter holding the chef’s wrist and on her hand was the fork bored deep in her throat.
My daughter let her go and stared at her trembling hands with disbelief. She didn’t want any of this to happen but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Someone– no, something controlled her.
“Y-You...” The chef faced me. Her eyes was full of anger and was watery. She removed the fork and threw it away. She then pressed her hand against her throat to reduce the bleeding. “Y-You told me that this is my second chance on life,” she added using her remaining strength blaming me. “Y-You said I could restart again–”
“Did you?” my daughter cut her off. “Multiple chances were given to you but you kept on making the same mistake. There’s no way that those girls fell sick and died for no reason. They were healthy and peacefully living their lives here. They were greatful to the chance and opportunity we gave them. Everything was on their rightful places not until you came.” She took a step closer but the chef staggered backwards and fell on the ground in fear.
My brows creased. The words that came out of her mouth is far from the words her age is capable of. My eyes widened. She grabbed the chef’s throat and lifted her by the throat to a height enough for their eyes to meet straight.
How could she do that? She was born weak and she was just seven years old!
The realization hit me like a huge rock from the mountain-top and mumbled, “She’s not my daughter.”
“At the middle of the night you would sneak in their room and touch them... touch them against their will.” Her fingers tightened around her neck.
I couldn’t believe what I heard. I am the master in this house but I failed to see what was going on.
“And when I caught you, you even dared to threaten me.” She laughed evil enough to make the fine hairs on my body stood up. “I heard their screams asking for help but I couldn’t do anything because I was weak. I heard their cries begging for mercy but you never listened.” This time she cried and floated lifting the chef off the ground still choking her.
“That’s enough!” I stood up from my seat. But she didn’t listen. “Amelia!” I called in a warning tone.
As soon as I uttered her name her head turned in my direction. The corners of her lips twitched into a wicked smile. Her grip tightened more around her throat.
“So who’s gonna help me change now? Who’s going to play dress up with me? Who’s going to send and fetch me at school?” She was talking to chef but was looking at me. Her tears flowed down her cheeks but her lips plastered the same wicked smile.
“I said that’s enough– arghh!” I groaned when a strong supernatural power pulled me back on my seat slamming my ass against the thick wooden chair. And now I couldn’t do anything as in anything, literally. I could feel it, the vast energy that wrapped my body entirely, restraining me.
I looked at my daughter. Both sadness and joy conquered her. Sadness on losing two friends and joy of satisfaction seeing the helpless girl suffer in her hands.
Chef’s head dropped on her side. Her eyes rolled at the back of her head until the black parts vanished. The veins on her neck and forehead were visible. She was lifeless.
As soon as the devil inside my daughter’s body realized that, she let her go. After that I was able to move and instinctly ran to her direction before her fragile body would reach the ground. I tightened my arms around her and brought her to her room. I gently laid her down to her bed and covered her with blanket.
I caressed her face. My tears rolled down my cheek as I watch her sleep peacefully. “I thought death could separate you from her... could set you free.”
Oh, heavens. What should I do now?
SERRA “Serra. ..” a scratchy voice of a woman called my name. I pretended that I didn’t hear her. I just continued walking and increased my pace. I tried to lose her in the crowd of both the living and the dead that were passing by the pedestrian lane but she was very persistent. “Serra Hilario!” She appeared right in front of me with messy hair covering almost her entire face. “Holy cow!” I cursed and swiftly took steps backward. I even dropped my travel bag because of shock. Who wouldn’t? Her voice alone was terrifying what more seeing her gloomy face. The skin surrounding her eyes darkened. She was pale and her chapped lips purpled. I could only see her left eye and the corner of her grinning lips. I held my chest as it pounded fast as if I was being chased by a wild hound. I took deep breaths to calm myself. “You can see me?” she said astound. I shook my head and grabbed my bag. I held it tightly and avoided her but she kept on appearing before me without prior notice as if
“Show yourself,” I firmly demanded.The ghost immediately went out of the body. I was glad she didn’t get locked up.“I tried to stay away from you but I can’t,” she explained even though I didn’t ask her to.“What do I have to do with you?” I crossed my arms on my chest.“Maybe I’m asking for help for something I don’t know either or maybe you had something to do with my death.” She shrugged her shoulders.Now a ghost is accusing me of murder?“You shouldn’t enter someone else’s body in front of a grim reaper if you wish to stay longer in the world of the living,” I warned just to change the topic.“Grim Reaper? Where?” She roamed her sight before stopping at the man behind me. “Is he the reaper?” She put her hands together in a praying position then put the back of her palm on his cheek and slightly bent her head sideways while staring at the reaper.She batted her eyelashes at him as if she was telling us that it will be a pleasure getting reaped by someone half sexy, half hot, and
SERRASeeing my room number attached to the wall made me want to break the door.“Six six six,” I bitterly whispered.666 was known to all medius as a beast’s number and was purportedly used to invoke Satan. Some mormians also avoid this number especially in their businesses because according to them it was bad luck.“Is there something wrong?” the caretaker asked.I just shook my head and after that, she left. I thrust the key in the knob and twisted it after. I opened the door and cold eerie wind kissed my skin. Something was odd in this room.“You feel it too?” the ghost asked and I just nodded.We didn’t have a choice but to enter. We were welcomed by a cream wall filled with paintings of every part of the school. We continued and what we saw next astonished us.This room was four times bigger than my apartment and the walls and ceilings were painted with shades of cream with gold embroideries on the edges. The floor was tiled with a wood-like style. The moment we entered we saw fi
“I was inspired by a medius who saved a girl from getting hit by a car. If you are watching this... Hi, brave girl!” Bruce said with a wide smile while looking at the camera and the video ended. Bruce Collins was a hot topic these past few days after he saved a toddler from falling down an apartment building last Saturday. He was able to do that since we were allowed to go out of the university on weekends. I was able to continue my part-time job too. Well, my boss was considerate. Almost two weeks had passed and my school life was like a cycle. All I did was getting up from bed, walked to the cafeteria, went to my classes then back to sleep and until now I haven’t met my roommate. “Why is the reaper still not showing up?” Gugu frowned. I just shook my head. She was like this for three days straight. Everything that escaped from her mouth was about the reaper. “I need a daily dose of his handsomeness,” she fantasized almost drooling. I’m currently sitting on a bench here in the s
SERRA “Bruce!” I called running after him, again. “Stop, Serra. You’re getting on my nerves.” He increased his pace making me do the same. “Bruce just listen–” He halted and faced me harshly. “If ever I die it’s none of your business, Serra. I’d rather die than seeing you every day.” His words were like burning arrows fired at me. He walked away leaving me hopeless. “You tried your part, Serra. It’s not your fault if he dies,” a familiar voice uttered from behind. My fist clenched. He was not helping, he made me felt worse instead. “If he dies it only means that what I did wasn’t enough." I stormed away with heavy feet. “Stubborn,” he whispered but it didn’t escape my ears. I felt him followed me. We’ve been tailing Bruce for two days now and I didn’t notice anything or anyone suspicious lurking around but I could still feel that hideous shadow lingering on Bruce. I swiftly hid myself behind the nearest column before Bruce looked in my direction. “We’re like creepy stalkers
“Where is Gugu?” I asked Grip but he just shrugged. I glared at him making him sigh. “I saw her run after Bruce,” he answered. A resounding curse escaped my mouth. Demons are feed not only through human souls but also by other spirits whether a ghost or evil ones. “Of all creatures, it’s you who’s knowledgeable enough that she might end up eaten by a demon. You shouldn’t have let her leave!” I jabbered. “If something bad happens to her I’m going to make you the main ingredient of my steamed dumpling you annoying cat!” I stomped my foot and walked out. “Go ahead. I’m fine with it. At least you’ll get to eat someone delicious like me.” I looked back and threw him my death glare. I saw him smirking while biting his lower lip. How can he do both and still look cool? Damn it! We looked all over the university but I couldn’t find her. I’m getting nervous and at the same time, irritated. Grip didn’t help, he just annoyingly followed me the entire time. “Where could she be?” I ruffled m
BRUCEI stared at my trembling hands and then at Amara. She looked pale and weak. I want to caress and embrace her. I promised to protect her but I couldn’t even protect her from me.“What have you done, Bruce?” a voice echoed in my head and it was followed by a peal of wicked laughter.I held my head with both hands pulling my hair wishing that the laughter would cease. In my turmoil state of mind, I walked away.“Bruce...” she called, soft and weak.Her voice receded the voice in my head. I glanced at her with eyes full of love.After seconds of silence, she replied, “I love you too.”I gave her my last sweet smile. The smile I refused to give to other ladies, only her. She smiled back with a slow nod. We’ve been through a lot that we could understand each other just by looking.I stormed out of the library not just because I was afraid of Serra’s aura but also because I might hurt Amara more and our baby.I’ve always wanted to have my own family and I want Amara to be my kids’ mothe
I groaned feeling the pain on the side of my head. I opened my eyes and I was welcomed by blinding lights. “Blinding lights...” Serra’s voice rang in my ears again. I blinked twice to adjust my sight. I turned around and I could see nothing but darkness. The only source of light was the swaying lamp above my head. The cold breeze kissed my skin waking the fine hairs on my entire body. I was dying to touch the side of my head because of the raging pain the impact left. My skin in that part tightened because of a dried foreign substance. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind me. A rope was looped around my bare chest and shoulders making me intact with the wooden chair and my feet were also tied at the chair’s feet. I examined my body and I found myself naked. I was agitated by the reiterating click-clack of a shoe in the room. I don’t know where to focus my sight not until a lady revealed herself in front of me from the dark part of the room. She was wearing an all-crimson-