Chapter Nine

Josephine..
She had no idea how it got here?, She remembered clearly she didn't keep it there, She remebered throwing it away, Why was it here?, It looked very different from when she found it, This was not how she saw it?, It like every time she looked it changes it pattern, The book looked more darker, the patterns seemed demonic, it was like the patterns were moving or at least that what she thought? There was something written on the book, it was written in a language she didn’t understand at all. There was blood on each end of the book.
What is going on?, This has never happened before, Was she hallucinating? Was it a dream?.
She moved forward to see the book, She wanted to touch it but she couldn't, Every time she reached for it her hand would burn leaving a large mark, She tried to move it from her bed but all efforts went in vain. The more she touched the book the hotter it got.
She moved towards her cupboard trying to find a piece of clothing she could use to cover her hand. She finally found some cotton gloves that grandma made for her last time she visited, she wore it and proceeded to the book.
"What are you excatly?." She asked her empty room while looking at the book. The book moved a bit by the left, It opened a hole in the middle of the book, She tried to put her hand to see what is in the hole, that when she got dragged in. She screamed but no one came to her aid.

"Dios(Lord!).”She said while holding her head, She woke up from a bad dream having a headache, This was the second time she was waking up from a bad dream, She couldn't remember what the dream entail but she could remember seeing the book and every other fucking thing felt real but she had no idea what exactly she saw?.
She quickly took her medicine and sat on the bed. She remembered having an assignment that she had to submit early in the morning , She quickly took out her bag and book and began working.
She had assignment on Literature, Literature was that subject she never liked. She was asked to review any Shakespeare novel of her choice. She never seemed to understand Shakespeare, he would use ten lines to expain what he could say in two lines? His every novel was complicated and no one understands Latin English. When ever she had literature she would always sit behind because the teacher has this stupid bad habit of always calling her out to read a specific passage in the novel.

She rubbed her temples and raised the book to closer to her face. she was about to open the first page when she remembered throwing the book out the window, She opened the door and walked into the balcony, she looked down expecting to see the book laid on the floor but there was notting there.
where did it go? She could have sworn she threw it out there.
She went back into her room and sat on the bed, where did the book go? She thought. She opened her literature textbook when she saw something that was written, she could have sworn last time she opened it there was notting like that. The writing was bold and it was written in white, a faint white, written exactly in the middle of the book and by the side was a handprint in blood, small five fingers it looked like a hand of a child.
“Go find the book Josephine, it is right where you kept it?.” That was written boldly on her book.
She closed her textbook and closed her eyes reading her mantra. “I’m just tired, it’s not real I’m imagining things. Calm down Josephine, calm down. It can’t be real, I’m just over thinking.” She breathed out loudly and repeated her mantra four times before she opened the book again and this time it was gone there was notting there except for literary words.
Thank the angel.
She came up with that mantra when she was small, Josephine has always been terrified by insects of all kinds and every time she saw it she will close her eyes and read this mantra to herself and when ever she was done it will be gone.
She continued her assignment, she tried focusing but she couldn’t though . Her mind told her she imagined everything but her heart said something else. Her heart was still beating rapidly, she knew for sure what she saw wasn’t an imagination but she needed to convince herself it was all an imagination.
She adjusted her sitting position one last time and focused on her work, each time she opened a new page she will hear her name, like a soft whisper that only her could hear.
“It’s all in my head, I’m just overthinking.” She said to her empty room.
She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more.



Stella and Aaron.
Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.
LARA. She wrote She used a little of her blood and mixed it with the paint, There was something she wrote, it wasn’t visible until one looked at it properly. Lara smiled at bit when she wrote everything just like she wanted, she wanted to make her presence known to all of them, she wanted to let them know they belonged to her.
She painted her name just like she was about to paint their lives with her presence.