Empty pit

When we entered the gates into our new house, I still remember the thought of presence. Back about 10 years ago, when I was a child, I was traumatized by something. I remember walking near our house, where I was kidnapped by an old man. I was about to shout out for support, but ended up inside an alley. How I escaped was always a mystery. Now after one decade in the US, we are heading back to India.

“New place,” my aunt called out to me. “Actually, Kass’s parents have taken her here before,” Justin smirked, as he aversely eliminated his luggage from the Taxi. We will be here for the next five weeks, my parents are on holiday in Morocco, while we stay here. With my Aunt Greta and Justin, my most irritating cousin out of them all. “Kasandra, this house will not work out if we do not all put our effort into it. I asked you twice to help your cousin,” Greta pointed out her reproach against my behavior. She always seem to hate me, this time, she definitely wanted to stay me out of her sight.

When I got all my things up ten flights of stairs, I entered the most dull and airless room out of them all. It was somewhere near the attic, it had one small window, in which seems to be more than a century. The walls were incinerated by the fire, the one my father lit years ago. I hardly ever enter this room, even back when I was a kid, my parents would not allow me to walk this far. “This is where you will be sleeping for the holidays,” Justin sneered, I assume he had the lavishing room all to himself, in our mansion.

When I walked into the lounge, I still remembered the times where my family would gather together ton eat. “You can always ornate and design your attic to more living. It is not like we let you sleep in the basement,” Greta murmured. She obviously made a feast volume of food, for her son, and left the remnant from his meal to mine. She did not eat, I assume it was because she wanted to show off her care. “Kasandra, after supper, you will be staying behind. Your cousin and I will be going to the market,” she made me wash all, the dishes and vacuum the carpets in every room. From the first storage to the fourth.

The final betrayal and the dead of the night

**The final betrayal and the dead of the night**

It has been eight years since the first paranormal activity that took place in Silicon Valley. By now, the teenagers have all grown up, however some remained loyal to their friends and some chose to betray them such as Jenna Smith. For those who don’t know, Jenna was Lena’s childhood best friend and later on became everyone’s best friend. Although previously she has shown no doubt of her faith, now she is turning against her family, religion and friends. Last year, as a seventeen year old Jenna was betrayed by her beloved friends ; Lena, Darcy and Matthew. They had to leave her behind because they had no choice, since finding out that she was possessed. However, Jenna did not take it that easily, for she thought they could have at least waited for her. A lot has changed within the year, Jenna has no longer had any contact with the group of friends nor did she ever see her family again. Her father reported many times that she did not even come home for Christmas. The police found no evidence of where or what she went through, however the teenagers knew exactly where she was. As the six friends passed the remote forest in Northern California once and for all, they were strangled and the first person they saw in the distance was Jenna Paige Smith.

Hayden: Jenna?

Samantha: oh my God! Jenna is here, guys I think we might be………….

Jake: Jenna is here! I think this was part of my dream as well, be prepared because she is not here to help. She is with them.

Darcy: will you stop talking for once!!! Jenna, we missed you – where on earth did you go?

The teens looked up at her. The last time they saw her, it was the start of the year and she was standing side by side with Cornelia and Raven. Since then, her appearance has changed a lot. From the beautiful green eyes to the bushy brunette hair, her trademark has faded. Her long, bushy hair has now been evaluated into dark brown and her green eyes were now grey. The freckles she always joked about as a teenager has now faded and her pink cheeks was now grey.

Samantha: please, Jenna get us out of here.

Jenna (bitterly): why should I? You had the courage to leave me in there.

Hayden: it is not the same. You need to get us out of here, we can unite together to get this over with, once and for all. And then all the freedom we wished for will be fulfilled.

Jenna: you sound ‘better’ monotone robot!
Lena: I thought……..we were friends!!

Jenna: I thought so too. But at last we were both wrong.
Lena: do you remember? We made a vow to never leave each other’s side nor stab each other in the back.
Jenna: of course I remember. Like what you said Darcy, things change!

Darcy felt the instant pin of guilt. He remembers twelfth grade, he was the one who convinced the others it would be appropriate to leave the possessed Jenna by herself. He did not know how or what to respond, it is after all his fault that Jenna was condemned into losing trust. It was his fault that the root of Jenna’s soul being turned against her will.
Matthew (angry): things does. Just like you having the guts to tell Raven about us, you know she was after you as well? She didn’t just want to hunt the six of us, you were in the pack of victims as well. DON’T YOU REMEMBER THAT?

Jenna: I am going to summon Raven. Good luck on the blessings Lena and Matthew, may Christ save your neck now.

Samantha: she kills us and you will be next! Don’t you think you are now officially her priority, she is using you to get us and then kill you afterwards.
Jenna: seems fair.

Lena, instead of arguing with her ex-best friend like the others, she apologizes for what she did to her as an eighteen year old.

Lena (remorseful): look Jenna, I am sorry for what I did. Back then I believed it was the only choice, not knowing the water was the cure. We thought leaving you behind would be the only way of keeping us safe, and I am sorry. I was selfish and inconsiderate, I forgot about the vows we made as children the instant second Darcy mentioned the idea.

Darcy winced as Lena continued to make her confession. He knew it was all down to him for an apology. But he could not do so, Jenna may suffered betrayal from her dearest friends but that was no excuse for her murdering 20 people.

Lena: so, Jenna I wanted to say I am very sorry. Please do not give up your family and religion for my sake. You are a wonderful person and I never thought I would have been able to grow up as an adult without you by my side. For thirteen years of our friendship, I cannot imagine what my childhood would have been like without you.

Jenna seems to have been touched by what she said. However, she was not going to let those sorrowful emotions control her goals. Her goal was to get her six friends to be here so she could summon the witch.

Jenna: you should have thought so before you did it, Lena. And I don’t entirely blame you, those dickheads didn’t make it any better.

Matthew: I am sorry too. I promised you that the day I will never turn my back and I did.

Jenna: I have to summon her. There is no stopping. I know you guys are just apologizing in order to save your own necks. I am not having my proposals destroyed.
*From earth you came, now may be fulfilled, As the godly is fading and Satan is entering. May he be safe on his way to his journey, watched over by others and kept away from harm. I now summon Ravenna Annalisa Cushion, the one who supports you through your journey. May her presence be shown to those who turns their back at him and pray to condemn him for he who died for the freedom he believed in.. I now call for the one and only, if she could show herself to these people, it would be great*.
After muttering a whole lot of evil, satanic prayers in figure appeared from the distance. The figure of what looked like a killer demon mixed with an old hag appeared at Lena’s sight. They knew it was Raven, and this time they have no chance of escaping. Growing up being hunted by a demon, Lena knew the strategies of escaping, however she never faces them herself.

Lena: you have no idea what you just did, Jenna.

Jenna: oh yes I did. You see, this is what I have always been made to do, it wasn’t to be with you assholes, it was to do something as memorable as this.

Hayden: YOU TRAITOR!

The lost soul

Crossing the road was a risk, especially near the Broadway. Cars were driving as fast as light, while many pedestrians did not watch what they were doing. Crossed when the lights turned red, and almost getting hit every inch. I thought I could do the same. The next minute, I was running too. Heading for the other side of the road, however I did not succeed. Instead, I was badly hit by a road-ranger. Falling to the road with my skin completely cut open was the last thing I could remember. With the ambulance and my guardians screaming and crying at me.

But that was a new story for me. The sudden abduction made me hard to realize. However, before I knew what on earth happened to me. I was driven out of my body. I could see my carcasses, just on the road with squirts of blood. It was a dreadful sight, and I knew I must have been dead. My guardians weeping so much, on the side of my body that I could feel their excruciating. Nevertheless I could not shout or call.

Soon I landed inside a completely different space. It was blank, completely dark, with no spirits or light. I did not know what I was doing. I tried to call for help, but no one was there. Like the entire world, including the people in divine and hell lost contact with me. It resembles the story that I once heard about a girl who went empty and never seen again. As if my soul went into thin air. I could not even see my own body anymore, the one covered in blood.

In about forever, I was in the space, like the crossover. Standing in pitch darkness, not hearing any more weeping form my family and the siren going on. It was completely quiet. Not the peace that you get from a tranquil terrain, the kind in which everyone gets evacuated after a fire drill. That was when it occurred to me, fire burning every speck of the black space. Including myself, and the surroundings. I could feel my own humiliation.

I woke up, I was in bed. “What just happened to me?” I thought as I got out of bed. My bleeding body was now covered in wrapped bandages. Moving my ICD device and the blood tester, I slowly trudge out of the bedroom. I felt a instance shake of pain and the body was fine. Like it recuperate by itself without even any treatment. I was well and alive, much unexpectedly. Even the stairs did not seem to give me pain. Just my throat burning with thirst.

I stood on the kitchen chair, as I remembered what occurred to me ten hours ago. I was completely blank, lost every memory. I did not even know if I was breathing. Like the entire city had collapsed covering all the residents. That was when I could hear my guardian next door, communicating with the neighbor. They seem to have finished weeping and now they seem to be spreading the news of my death.

“She is dead,” he kept on repeating to Mr. Ford who did not seem to reply. “O saw her walking to the truck and she bang her head, her entire body dilapidated.”

“um, I am here,” I called from the lounge. Noticing that Mrs. Nora was also outside. “I am not dead, I was just completely blanked out.”

They turned to me, looking as if they were seeing me for the first time. My guardians ran at me, like they were psycho, and without even thinking, hugged me tight. It was a nice feeling getting touched by them, for I have not hugged them since my first visit from the orphanage.

“Lara! You are well,” Mr. Nora bellowed. “I thought you would have been gone, Are you alright, did that agile truck do any damage towards your body or brain?” he asked like he already knew the answer.

“I am fine. It feels strange though, one second I was there and the next I was dragged out of my body,” I muttered, though no one could hear my whispers.

They took me to my bedroom where the bed laid just as it was before. My long, lanky hair was now as knotty as a birds nest. With the darkness turning into grey.

My mouth seem to be dehydrated, no matter how much glass sips of water O get. Like it was naturally meant to be like this.

“What is the last thing you can remember?” Mrs. Nora asked, once more. “I still cannot believe someone would be here after that.”

The missing village

It has been four years, since leaving Danca Warrie, a small unknown village in the middle of nowhere. I grew up there and spend most of my days in the opening. Since going to New York, I have been adapting to city-life, wondering what it would feel like heading home. Losing contact with my family and friends for more than four years made me more and more intrude.

Buying a plane ticket and arriving in Estonia was the easy part. Next would be catching the shuttle-bus that would be able to drive us to Danca Warrie, a cottage amongst the valley. The air was fresh like before; the scent of aromatic mixed with burnt onions. As we drove closer to home, I could hear the tweeting from the parrots and the sensation of warmness. Residents were nowhere to be seen, with the passengers on the bus all dropped off as shuttle-bus arrived at the summit of mountain. Most of the passengers were tourisms, heading to the sites and taking photos. Whereas for me, I was heading home at last. I felt the desperation to touch my parents’ arms again.

The view was just as it was before, my childhood aesthetical view. The creek down at the bottom of the valley, with the small cottage just below. Normally the residents would be busy moving around. Children running around screaming and laughing at each other. However, it was much quieter than before; too quiet for me to realize what was deeply wrong. The residents were unusually quiet, nowhere to be seen. The cottage was completely shut, with the doors locked and the buildings in place. I was mesmerized and shocked just how gloomy these people can live their life. That was before I noticed there was a shrouding mist that seems to be absorbing the village.

No not absorbing, the cottage was sublimating into thin air. Buildings and streets all seems to be sublimating at the same time. There was no residents that I could see or their sounds. No screams came from that shocking scene. I could not even scream or shout, just stood there was stiff as a rock. After a nanosecond, ran straight to the terrain where the cottage was before. My breathing slowed down, and my chest felt like it was lit on ignition.

“No, it can’t be,” I repeated to myself. “How is that even possible.”

As I ran to the spot where the village was once allocated, I found myself all alone. The buildings were gone, along with the streets and the cars, just like what I saw on the summit. Except my chest excruciated so much I found it hard to breathe. The terrain was deserted, no voices were ever heard.

“Hello Stella,” came a cold but familiar voice.

I turned around and found myself face to face with Penelope Freshway. Penelope was one of my childhood classmates, except we never got along as kids. Mainly because she was proficient in bullying other kids, but I liked to stop her.

“Penelope,” I found it hard to speak. “What are you doing here?”

“Um…..I was always here,” she replied, bemused but calm. “What are you here for?”

“Do you know what happened to our village?” I asked trying to keep my voice steady. “I might have been lost.”

Penelope looks as if she was about to reveal something abominable. However, she tried to conceal her thoughts and acted as if she did not know what I was talking about. Her long, white-blonde hair flipped as she looked up at me.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was some sort of evacuation,” she said. “The residents were here this morning.”

She sounded sure, nevertheless I could tell she was hiding something. Like she was the one who made the entire cottage disappear.

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