“Can you believe those guys? Men! There’re all the same. How could they just kick me out like that? And Nate… that idiot abandoned me for a few dollar bills and a new set of strings.”
Though not completely annoyed with her best friend’s decision to still perform at the club, since she would have done the same…. Marcel rambled on talking to herself as she aimlessly walked along the noisy roadways bustling with the sounds of teenagers prancing off to their accustomed nightlife of either heading to the movies, bar or merely sneaking out of their houses just for the fun of it.
“He could have at least let me barrow his car, this place is freaking cold….” She folded her hands seeking warmth from her exposed arms, legs slightly buckling from the sudden chills drifting through the air, wondering why she had chosen to wear a sleeveless crop top and skin tight shorts tonight of all the nights, barely realizing that the sky had already turned dark and gloomy.
“Crap! It’s already six-thirty…” She paused glancing down at the barely functioning watch on her wrist, subconsciously thinking of what her mother had said earlier, yet quickly shaking her head in denial…
“Why am I even worried? There’s no such thing as day of the dead…. yeah right, Peter Pak my ass! That just sounds like some childish cartoon… or was that Peter Pan? Anyways, what difference does it make…? He’s gone… my brother is gone.” A flash of bitterness and pain evident in her sarcastic words.
Battling a mindful of confliction, Marcel was in no rush to get home… in any case she was already late.
Sometime later, she finally managed to slowly find her way back into the familiar neighborhood, taking heavy steps closer to the old wooden house; for some strange reason her heart instinctively began pounding like a crazy drummer high on drugs.
“Get a hold of yourself; it’s just your emotions playing tricks on you because of those stupid superstitions and besides it was a long walk, my heart must be racing from the pressure… I… I really need to exercise more often.” She unconvincingly mumbled feeling a sense of anxiety consuming her stiffened limbs.
The atmosphere surrounding her every move suddenly felt ominous, the sound of the trees rustling, the vague echoing of the wind howling in the distance had all seemed to have been magnified in her ears…. demanding a sense of awareness.
If it had been any other night, Marcel would have no doubt carelessly barged up the stairs completely ignoring whatever was going on around her, but not tonight… not when deep inside her soul, the thin line between reality and hidden fears were quickly vanishing. No matter what, it was truly hard for her to escape her previous beliefs.
It was said that as the sun went down casting a cloud of darkness over the land, those bound to the world of the dead, on this day, would be set free to roam among the fleshly souls and if the living had not paid homage to the shadow dweller by remaining indoors while they were allowed to drift through the air… their life the spirit will seek…
‘There’s no such thing as being too careful, right?’ She reasoned with herself while knocking on the doors for the woman on the other side to let her in, yet almost instantly turning her back against the wooden frame, waiting to take baby steps retreating into the house. If the stories were true, then walking in ahead would be seen as her leading the way for a welcomed guest, but facing whatever was other there would be a silent goodbye.
“Ahem! Mo… Mom? I’m home…” She cleared her throat hesitantly calling out, thinking her mother might be too afraid of opening up for some stranger at this time of the night. However, after several minutes there was still no response.
“Okay, I know I was wrong and I’m late but I promise I won’t let anything follow me in, look… see? I’m moon walking my way in. Can’t you just open the doors?” Marcel continued to plead trying to cover over the hint of uneasiness in her voice.
This time though instead of silence, the sound of the bolts unlocking and the doors slowly creaking opening was just enough for her to hear. Thankful that the woman was willing to let her in, Marcel did as promised; stepping in with her back against the entrance.
“Thanks mom!” She breathe a sigh of relief closing the door in front of her while clutching onto her chest finally calming her nervous heart, but frowned in confusion as she shifted her head from left to right unable to find a trace of the fragile woman.
“Hey! Where did you go? Mom?” Marcel’s eyes kept scanning the small living space, cautiously peeking in several directions until her eyes finally caught a glimpse of Ruby busying herself with a few dishes in the dimly lit kitchen.
“Mom didn’t you hear me calling? You nearly scared me half to death and why is it so dark in here? Sheesh, what if you cut your fingers off? I can hardly see a thing in here.” The girl walked over clicking the switch, feeling both annoyed and at ease seeing her mother observed in her own world of cooking.
“Oh Marcel! Thank God you’re finally here, now hurry up and change into something more presentable, you know how much Mike hates having you dressed like that.” Ruby excitedly motioned her daughter out of the cooking area and towards the stairs.
“Mike? Oh yes of course, the offerings… I thought you would be done by now…. and you would be mad at me…” The girl halted her steps, refusing to move an inch as she stared worriedly at her mother’s strange behavior.
“If you’re not ready by the time the table is set your dad will start shouting, Mike’s going to get angry and then I’ll be mad if dinner is ruined, so get going missy.” The woman continued uttering clear yet confusing words as she warningly pointing the metal pot spoon in her hands, urging the girl to listen.
Although Marcel was indeed puzzled, she nonetheless did as was told, walking up the narrow wooden steps leading to her room, trying to understand what was happening…
“Why did mom act so surprise to see me, didn’t she hear me calling and opened the door? And I get that she has to prepare a meal offering to honor Mike…. But why would she say dad will start yelling? Did they allow him to come out of the hospital just to observe the ritual tonight? Hmm… I never knew they could actually do such a thing.” She questioned herself trying to find a logical explanation.
Despite everything, she still went along grabbing a clean set of clothes, thinking it would be best to wear something black given the special circumstances of mourning the precious deceased soul.
Within ten minutes the girl was practically ready, standing facing her wardrobe mirrors, yet her mind was completely out of focus with a familiar feeling overshadowing her thoughts.
“Is this supposed to happen? Are we supposed to feel their presence?” Marcel whispered lowly, almost certain that the strange air she felt earlier as she approached her home and the trailing chills she was suddenly feeling once again, were all too familiar… it was a sense of lost, yet a feeling of existence… he was there… but yet he wasn’t…
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“Snap out of it Marcel, it’s only for tonight and it will all be over.” The girl patted her cheeks trying to regain a measure of normalcy, before tightly shutting her eyes taking loud deep breaths, puffing out a mouthful of air, repeating to herself… “Mike is gone; I’m doing this for mom so her mind will be at peace.” After a few minutes she slowly opened her eyes ready to embrace the inevitable ritual, but at the said time her heart suddenly jolted in shock, rapidly drumming against her rib cage as a familiar figure seemed to have glitch in the background of her reflection in the mirror. However, staring intently… or rather, frozen in place afraid of blinking, the shadow seem to have disappeared. “Holy shit! I think I’m losing my freaking mind.” The anxious girl hurriedl
Marcel wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to have others witness what was happening to her mother, but then again Nate was different. He was her anchor and sanity, her best friend, advisor and counselor. Maybe with his help, they would be able to make her understand the difference between the past and the present, what ‘is’ real and what wasn’t. So as soon as the call was disconnected, Marcel strode out of the kitchen intending on looking out the front porch windows waiting for her best friend to show up, but much to her surprise… there was her mother, walking around like a mindless zombie gathering several items with a clueless expression plastered across her aged face. “Wh… what are you doing? Are those Mike’s clothes? I thought you said you got rid of everything.” The
Marcel was completely stunned by her mother’s sudden outburst. Ruby had basically sprang to her feet and leaped forward in an aggressive manner, trying to shove her out of the front doors all in one swift motion causing the girl to stumble to the floors, panting heavily in pure fear. Neither of the two young folks had anticipated her reaction to be this physical and bizarre. “Aunty, please calm down. Everything’s going to be alright, it’s just the three of us here.” Nate hastily grabbed hold of the woman’s trembling arms in hopes of getting her to realize what she had done, since he could not tend to them both at once. At least he would be able to stop her from lashing out any further, right? “No! Don’t let her poison you! My son is alive, but she’s trying to kill him. That witch wants to kill her own broth
“Wh… what exactly does that mean?” Marcel asked in a slightly quivering voice, awkwardly stepping back with her hips pressed against the counter piece table, nervous yet secretly eager for a response. Sure at times there seemed to be some sort of mutual connection and unspoken feelings of attraction, but perhaps seeing her mother in the state she was now in and the boy’s constant care and protection, she was hoping to find a measure of comfort knowing that her feelings weren’t one-sided… that there was much more to his actions than a simple friendly gesture…. She needed assurance. “I don’t know, you tell me… why would I stick by your side all these years without expecting anything in return? Why would I find it so damn annoying when you even suggest looking for a boyfriend? And why else would I be standing this close to you, desperately trying to stop m
The very next day, Marcel groggily rolled out of bed with eyes barely opened, yawning several times as she managed to make it all the way to the lower flat of the house without stumbling down the stairs in the drowsy state she was in… searching for the guy she thought would still be asleep on the sofa in the room they shared the night before. Apparently, that was the only room in the house he could sleep in… of course she didn’t believe his lousy explanation, but it felt nice knowing he was there, especially since the entire night her mind was battling this strange sensation of uneasiness, at one point she could even swear that Mike had appeared by her bedside just standing there, staring at her. So naturally it was safe to say, she had hardly gotten any rest. “Nate?” Marcel called out in a slightly hoarse voice, walking over to the direction of the kitchen to grab a glass
“I… I’m not sure what she did, by the time I got home it was already way pass six and I guess she must had already done something… I mean mom was acting strange from the moment I came back, but I didn’t notice it until... until it was too late.” Marcel sighed with regret, rubbing both her arm with the opposite hand feeling a sense of uneasiness. “Hey, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have stayed back to play with the band. If I had taken you home then maybe things would have ended differently.” Nate stepped closer encircling her in his arms, the last thing he wanted was for her to yet again feel responsible if anything bad was to happen to her mother. “Don’t remind me. I can’t believe you actually made me walk all the way back here. You could have at least let me borrow your car. Some fr
“Just take it easy, calm down. There’s no one there.” Nate hastily wrapped the girl in his embrace thinking it must be difficult for her to be standing in front of her brother’s room. “No! I know what I saw! Mike… he… he’s in there!” Marcel shouted in grief, pointing into the room a few steps ahead, tears rolling down her face without fail as she desperately wanted to get as far away as possible from her own home. “M, I need you to stay focus, Mike is gone… remember? We came up here to find aunty, she’s alive… you got to let go of the past, take care of your mom and dad… we need to take care of each other.” Her sudden unexplained behavior instantly made him worry that she too might be facing some sort of traumatic stress… was their family cursed to insanity after losing one of its beloved member? “No! No! I’m not crazy; I saw his s
“Two weeks! I don’t know what sort of sick, twisted game you thing this is, but it’s not funny. We have to find my mom before the sun sets.” Marcel yelled, clearly overwhelmed in disbelief by the sudden news. “M… it’s not…” “No! It can’t be! Stop lying!” She refused to accept his words interrupting him in disbelief; hopping out of the vehicle and rushing pass the boy’s house heading to the direction of her own home. “Marcel… please… wait!” Nate instantly hurried out behind her fleeting figure, pleading for her to listen. For the past several days, the charming young man finally knew what it was like to have his heart thrown into absolute chaos. From desperately searching for any possible clue as