What
happens when an adventure is not embarked upon for fun…
Prologue
AS SHE ENTERED THE
ROOM, she had a foreboding that something was wrong. The curtains were drawn,
making the room dark. The air was also unusually parched.
At the end of the room was a large
bed. As her eyes became used to the dim light, she saw that a figure lay prone
on the bed. She inched closer. The half closed eyes and wide open mouth showed
that it was gasping for breath. Stumbling across the room, she screamed,
suddenly realizing who it was.
“Mum!”
The eyes opened wide
enough to see her, and then the whitish lips moved. She had to bend closer to
catch the whispered words.
“Take… care… my dear” her mother
said in-between gasps.
“No mum! Stop it! What
happened?”
“I… your aunt…” Her
weak hands gripped the bedstead as she struggled to speak.
“…she… “
Her voice failed, her
grip on the bedstead slackened, and her eyes closed again, but this time she
was not asleep.
“No! No mum! You can’t
do this to me!”
She screamed, tears
blurring her vision.
“Nooooo…!” She
screamed, nudging the body, wishing it was all a dream as hot tears rolled down
her cheeks.
Her screams rang
around the large house, so that she heard them again in a split second. Nobody
seemed to hear her.
Suddenly, she stopped
screaming. Not because she felt like it, but because she had seen something…
It was a curious
writing on the wooden frame of the bed. The chalky yellowish colour showed that
it was written with a tablet of medicine.
Io’v3’Io”3w”s3uo”Io’v’Io”jn’733f’ I
Unable to understand
it, she stood up, her face mirroring her bewilderment. Struck by the reality of
death, she screamed again, but this time, something moved. Even with blurred
vision, she saw it…… A shadow. Then all went blank.
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