D-Day - 1
Suzanne had just stepped out of her shower when she heard her doorbell rang. She hastily grabbed her robe and put it on before heading towards the door. On the security screen was the face of Tom Banks. She glanced at the clock on her wall. It was past midnight.
Didn’t we agree to meet in the morning? She thought to herself. She turned on the microphone.
“Hey, Tom!” she croaked. Great. I sound like a frog.
“Sorry to intrude. But um, can I come in?” he looked like a sad puppy. A hot sexy looking sad puppy.
Heck, you can do more than come in…she thought before biting her lips.
“Sure. Hang on. I’ll open the door.”
She hastily tied her hair in a ponytail and tightened her robe. Her worn out robe had seen better days. She wished she had on
The dawn of a new day did not make way for the glory of the morning sun. Instead, what greeted Suzanne was a heavy downpour. One she had never witnessed before. The sky flashed with lightning and roared with thunder. If she hadn’t glanced at the clock on the wall, she would have thought that it was still midnight. But the shorthand of the clock had already reached 9.She groaned and sat up, only to see a sleeping Tom on the floor. He was curled up in a catlike position, the blanket had been kicked off sometime during the night. Suzanne smiled and bent down from the comfort of her bed to cover him with the blanket gently.They had kissed and touched each other the night before but did not progress further. Instead, Tom had held her in his arms as they talked. She wished Tom hadn’t been such a gentleman.She rose from the bed and tiptoed over to her office and almost let out a scream when she saw Yv
Yvonne waved to both Tom and Suzanne before she disappeared into the rainbow with the bearded man in white. And when the last of the light from the rainbow disappeared, Tom closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.Suzanne placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” she asked.He nodded, “That was beautiful.”He turned to Suzanne and pulled her into a warm embrace. He rested his chin on top of her curly dark hair as she nuzzled her face in his chest. “Will it be the same for everyone in the end?”Suzanne nodded, “Usually, yes.”Tom twirled a lock of her hair with his finger, “Usually?”Suzanne looked up, tiptoed, and kissed his cheek. “Some don’t get to go over the rainbow bridge. Some get sucked into the abyss.” She shuddered, suddenly feeling a sense of Deja Vu. Lightni
D-DAYIt was past midnight when Suzanne finally opened her eyes. She quickly sat up only to see Tom lying next to her, snoring softly. Lightning flashed, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. The protective seal she had weaved earlier was gone.Something’s out there, her eyes narrowed as she tried to adjust to seeing in the dark. She gripped her wand, Tom had not removed it from her grasp during her sleep. Good old Tom. She patted his head softly.She crossed her living room and went towards her front door. But before she could reach for the doorknob, the door started to rattle. The black mist started to seep in from underneath the door. It had finally come for Suzanne.What in the heavens? Suzanne had never seen nor felt such evil before.She quickly pointed the wand at the door and recited an ancient chant. The wand ext
The mist had finally won. It had entered the body of the strongest host. There was no stopping it now. The mist began to take over Suzanne’s body. First the body. It immobilized Suzanne. The mist could feel Suzanne struggling, willing herself to move, her every nerve demanding that her muscles react. Then the consciousness. The mist began to enter Suzanne’s consciousness as Suzanne lost hers. It went into Suzanne’s consciousness and saw flashes of Suzanne’s memories.There was Tom, his mouth grazing the base of Suzanne’s neck as his hand squeezed her breasts provocatively through her satin robe. Suzanne had moaned as Tom pulled back the edge of the robe to expose one side of her breast. Suzanne had gyrated her thigh against Tom, wishing for him to take her there and then. Such pleasure. Such ecstasy.Another memory appeared. This was of Suzanne and her grandmother at the nursing home. Suzanne was peeling a
Suzanne was at Tom’s apartment, going through her luggage bag for the umpteenth time. They were set to fly to the Maldives first thing in the morning and Suzanne was sleeping over at Tom’s place for the night. His apartment was closer to the airport. Plus she liked frolicking in Tom’s bed.That evening, Suzanne sat at the edge of Tom’s king-sized bed, wearing only Tom’s sweatshirt her little black underwear and a pair of orange socks. With one knee tucked under her chin, she went through the items in her luggage bag one last time. She had OCD when it came to packing for a trip. One time she spent a whole day just to pack a little tote bag for a trip down to Kentucky.The bedroom door was slightly ajar and she could see Tom watching the news in his dimly lit, but cosy living room. Suzanne never did like watching the ne
Suzanne stepped into the brightly lit lobby of the nursing home. The white LED downlights from the ceiling bounced off the cream painted walls of the lobby, giving the place a cheery feel, contrary to what Suzanne was feeling at the moment. Behind her, the automatic glass door gently slid to a close as a mistletoe above her head swayed gently. Her arrival startled the nurse who quickly stood up from her desk at the reception to greet Suzanne. She had been knitting a sweater for her child. “Ms Summers! I wasn’t expecting you tonight. You know that visiting hours are over. Your grandma’s probably getting ready for bed too,” the nurse stood up, confused to find Suzanne here so late at night. Suzanne usually called before coming over, and sh
4 hours earlierHendricks slammed the dark mahogany door shut and frantically locked the door. His hands shook as he fumbled with the cords to pull his pale blue blinds shut. Outside, the wind began to pick up. Hendricks slumped onto the floor and scratched his balding head furiously with both his hands. His mouth twitched nervously as he eyed his apartment. “Harry? Harry, come here,” he called out in a whisper, afraid to be heard from outside the apartment walls.
At the Alma Mater Home for the Aged, two figures emerged from the shadows as Suzanne left her grandmother’s unit. With their faces obscured by their hoods, they watched Suzanne sprint down the corridor into the lobby in silence. Then suddenly, just as she was about to enter into the lobby, she stopped and turned around, as if sensing their presence. Suzanne strained to see in the dark, but all she could see was the spirit of Mr Firash on his rocking chair.She was about to walk back to her grandmother's wing when the nurse called out to her. Suzanne turned back to the lobby and did not return.