All that had just happened seemed more like fantasy than horror.
I always had idiosyncratic imaginations, and I thought this one was no different. Completely baffled. I just couldn’t believe whether this one was for real.
My eyes turned towards the Absolut bottle on the shelf. I hadn’t tasted one in a month. I opened it, and heck, it was strong and exotic.
I thought about the ghostly terror, the old woman, my sister, and my mom. I went back to August 2010, and reminded myself of the Peters’ family which was once happy and easy going, ended in a tragedy.
Seated on my couch, my chin sank onto my chest. Not knowing what else to do, I simply clicked the first contact on my speed dial.
“Shall we meet tomorrow ?”
I could hear my own voice.
“Okay. Everything good ?”
“Ahm, well, yeah. We need to talk.”
“Good night. See you tomorrow at four. The usual place.”
I walked towards the mirror again, I knew it was stupid, but I just did it.
On the mirror, running from south-west to north-east, were red, frail, letters. It took me time to realize it wasn’t ink, but blood.
A name of, probably, a girl.
It simply said : Lilly Redbook.
Who the hell was that ?
(To be continued…)