X Marks The Spot

The summer heat really was unbearable enough to render the air conditioning useless. Yet the way Luna bestowed its moonbeams upon the concrete jungles was like teasing us mortals how the evening should be cool and breezy.

But those thoughts did not linger with me that night. I was more concerned about my aunt lying in her bed, in this room in a adequately staffed hospital. By adequate, I mean that the doctors and nurses were actually what they were, not heartless maniacs just doing their rounds.

What really is bothering me is the fact that none of my other relatives would allow themselves to be "volun-tooled" for my evening duty i now have. My aunt wasn't really that bad of a person. But being known as a "man snatcher" really carried some sort of stigma in the family that being known to be related to her was regarded as a disaster. And the fact that she insisted to be admitted in this hospital, in this specific room did little to help.

Of all her nieces, i was the one closest to her, something that was being called upon to me. "Be careful, lest she teaches you how to be a man snatcher yourself. Or worse", my mom used to advice me, half in jest. Yet I can tell they really were nervous about me since thought my 22-year existence I never had any relationship with anyone. Yet.

Some people can never sleep without snoring. They say it has a lot to do with stress. Yet the way my aunt snores, no one would ever think she actually suffers from anything. It's like music, having its own rhythm and melody.

The night before, while going through her things looking for a change of clothes for her, I spied upon her diary. I wouldn't necessarily call it as such, it being more like a journal since it didn't have an entry for every day. She only wrote on it when she feels like it, it seems. She allowed me to keep it, since it won't be of anymore use to her anyway, so she said.

The journal itself was quite old, it's first entry being one of her high school days. I found it interesting, since she has quite similar opinions and general view of random things as I did. What really fascinated me, though, were her college-day entries. That's when her one-sided admiration for a certain guy started to grow.

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"Foundation Day
My gosh! I can't believe it! Marc showed up early and boi! He was so fly! He brought the coolest car I've ever seen. No wonder! Girls were too upset while I flirtatiously held his hand as his date. Even his buddies can't help but be jealous since they lost their 'hot wheels' for that day. Haha!" *winner's laugh*

"Valentine's Day
Please stupid cupid, stop messing with my heart. Pleaseeeeee. My silent mantra forever: Marc <3 me."

"Thesis Defense

It's official! MarHea/Marc-Thea was hailed as the love team of the year. Ugh! body temperature rising, yeah I am sick."

"Graduation Day
HELLO! As in HELL-O! FYI people! it's freakin' graduation day, not propose-to-your-fiancee day!

Finally! Good bye melodrama! Sayonara unfabulous soap opera dramatics that unfold before my eyes every day, promise I won't be missing you. On the serious note nyihihihihi though I'll definitely miss college, I think I miss the simpler High School life more."

"1st job Interview
This is it! I passeeed! I have the most glamorous first job ever! Yeeeeehaaawww!"

"1st Day of Training

I really like the company rules and whatnots. Boi, the benefits are uber-cool, plus the fact that there is an eye-candy yummy guy at the reception area."

"2nd Day of Training

When I met my future supervisor, I had goosebumps the way she stared at me. Yeah she seemed strict, but she wished me a good luck anyway. Was that a good sign? or part of the corporate "just being professional welcome speech?"

"3rd Day of Training
My team looks promising. I am without doubt on the right track of my career path. Can't wait to share fun coffee breaks with them!"

4th Day of Training

WHY IS HE HERE!? AS IN WTF!

I suddenly felt uneasy. I am 100% sure! something bad was going to happen. No, I'm not psychic or anything. If anything, I don't believe in superstitions. But I felt this sudden sense of dread that I can't shake off. I glanced out the window and saw just the usual traffic in the streets. The walkway outside was deserted. And my aunt was sleeping soundly as ever. With nothing else to do, I just went back to reading the journal.


"5th Day of Training

I never thought of him as a debonair. Hmmp! Never will I succumb to his charms, even though he looked really ultra mega cute while doing his ancient habit - playing the ring in his fingers. To defend myself from my prior statement, I am just a lover of beauty. PERIOD!"

"1st working day
The big day! May all the luck be with me."

"1st 'official' day off
I tried catching up with some power snooze (lots of mudpack to avoid wrinkles on my face, mayonnaise on my hair, and cucumbers for my tired eyes while sleeping). Hahahaha."

"Team Building Activity


Supposedly, I didn't allow him to be with me. But at the end, he was with me. How's that for a demure flirtatious starter?"

I was then perplexed since 5 pages after that entry was blank. But what followed was a shock that would change my life forever. This time the way the entries was written, each occupying its own page, changed.

"He was with me. It wasn't supposed to be."

"Would being allowed to take advantage still be seen as taking advantage?"

"My temple was defiled, yet I cannot hate the reason my angel exists."

"Cruel terror of the night, how can you make my body willing when my mind and soul would not?"

It was then that I sensed that presence. It was like someone was suddenly with us in that room. I looked up and saw a man at the foot of the bed, gazing at my aunt. And I never forget to lock the door every time I come in.

He spoke. His voice were to my ears was cold as ice. It was as if he was whispering "No creature of darkness did this to you. Yet it is not too late."

"Take me. I will not deny your intentions." My aunt's response surprised me.

"Then come along." He held out his hand. It was only then that I realized that he was naked. "Never again will you be accused of being the perpetrator; never again will you be a victim."

It was a different hand that was held out to meet his. It was a different person who rose from the bed, naked and beautiful. It was the sensible fear from seeing such unearthly things unfold from froze me shocked from my seat. Or maybe it was the marvel of seeing such a beautiful sight that took my admiration. That ethereal naked beauty that was my aunt, back in the days she was still young and free from the ailments taking its toll on her body just a few moments ago.

"now you are among those they say are terrors in the night. Yet it is not terror you will give, but pleasure beyond what their dreams can conjure." He whispered to her ear, yet still was audible to me."

The lovely lady turned to me and said, "Farewell, my angel."

Next thing I remembered, it was already morning, my head upon that small table upon which I was leaning to. My aunt was on her bed, never to move again. A smile was on her face and never will it a frown again.
When I stood up to call for a nurse, the journal dropped down from my lap. On picking it up, two photographs fell out. One was her graduation picture. Another was a picture of my aunt, on a hospital bed like where she is know, holding a baby. The room looked in the picture looked liked exactly where I was now. At the back of the photograph were the words, "my angel."

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"Whatever will be, will be..."

"Que sera sera…"

The wind was never something tangible to man’s eye’s, yet the speed of the jeepney can make any man swear he shining ebony locks was the breezy element itself. Her hair and the way the steady gusts of air folded and waed her flowing white dress made her a sight to behold. Indeed, he can’t help but star admiringly aty the magnificent apparition sitting across him on that raging transport.
"Sir, if you would continue to stare at me like that, I’m afraid that I’ll have to slap you," she stated .

"Lo siento, señorita" was his quick apology.
"Are you really spanish, or are you deliberately trying to impress me? Because I can tell you now that it’s not gonna work."

"No, on the contrary, I thought that you were spanish maiden.  Forgive me my child, I should’ve known better."

"Child?!  First you ogle me, then you try to flirt with me, and now you belittle me?" she now shouted, disgust ringing in her voice.

"Nay, my child. For I am a priest newly ordained and assigned to the town of Lihan. And if my stare have deeply disturbed you, then allow me to offer my humblest apologies, for rarely do I come across a beauty like you."

Upon hearing this the lady blushed a deep scarlet. "No, I am sorry, I should have noticed. Forgive my rash words, father."

"Forgiven, my child. May I know the reason why you  happen to travel so late at night? Surely at this time of the night you would not go around just for leisure."

"I am on my way back home from Manila. Something held up near the terminal, hence I am still on the road after nightfall. How about you, Father? Why be up and out so late?" she inquired back.

"I just happened to look for something precious to me, yet my search didn’t yield fruit."

She frowned.

"Why do you look so sad all of a sudden, my child? What ails you?"

"Marianne, call me Marianne, father. I just realized something earlier today. Sometimes, those that we value so much, when we lose it we become so sad. But sometimes, sometimes when they do come back, we can no longer cherish them anymore."

"How can you say that, Marianne? Anything tragic to happen to you lately?" the young priest asked, concern in his eyes showing through.

"I used to have a fiance. His name is Drake. I really loved him so much. But his parents had to go back to their home across the sea, and Drake had to come with them. I waited for a year for him, yet I never received a word from him. And now that he’s back…" she suddenly burst into tears, unable to finish her story.

The priest switched places and went to her side. "Here, take my hanky.  Sometimes, things like that really happen. We get hurt so much we want to end everything, but we have to live on."

"Like you’ll understand what I feel, Father." she replied in between sobs.

"The name is Yohannes.  Or just call me Yohan for the meantime. Yes, I happen to understand what you feel. More than you know, Marianne."

This brought a surprise to the weeping lass. "Don’t tell me you fell in love before you were ordained, Yohan?"

"Let’s just say that her name is Natasha, and she’s the reason I nearly left priesthood." He replied with a somber look on his face. "Oh, I’m nearly at my destination."

"Me too. Yohan, can we go together?" she pleaded.

Then they were gone.

The next morning, people at the jeepney terminal were abuzz with talk. Some kind of rumour was going aroung about a driver and his rounds last night.

"Efren really has lost it" said one.

"Lost what?" asked a latecomer, just arriving for his daily rounds.

"His mind! Didn’t you hear? He’s been raving mad since early this morning. Very early this morning." A third answered.

"What did he say? What’s he raving mad about?" again the latecomer asked.

 "He said he had passengers from the netherworld last night. A white lady and a priest without a head rode on his jeepney from Atlag bridge to that tree in San Juan." The first driver replied. "He also said some kind of weird music would stop playing from his stereo, even if he turned it off."

"What song was it Again?  That with the spanish lyrics?"

"Que sera sera…"

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A Study In Crimson

"wat tym again?.."

His anxiousness was really so great that Jay could barely think straight, let alone choose what shirt he would be wearing. He had greatly anticipated this day, that’s why uto thathour he still could’t decide whether hs black tribal-printed T-shirt or his body-fit polo-shirt was special enough for the occasion. Just when he finally decided to wear the t-shirt, his cell phone rang.

Obviously, Janet was very anxious too.

They have agreed upon the time, but it seemed for them that time couldn’t go any more slower than this.

'7pm just w8 4 8, ayt?' Jay replied.

"cant we mit a bit earlier? At ru wearing? Ill wear a red blouse and denim mini."

'wearing red, too? ‘ll be wearing a red polo-sirt. We’ll mit, 7pm. Ok?'

"but it’ll b dark by then.  I jst heard der’s a ghost round hir."

'a ghost? Wer? Wud that b tru?'

"a neighbor just told me. Dey say its  red lady by d acacia tree"

Red.. lady..?

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A Game Destiny Wanted To Play

NOTE: written by  death_goddess of TCaf, this inspired my short story, "A Study In Scarlet"...

The sound of rain drops wrestling with the wind. Sweet throbbing of thunder into the sky. The weather was pleasantly violent. And it was amazing. Each soul searching for a place of refuge. Everything was dramatically out place. Adrian was alone with his guitar, randomly plucking the strings as to how his heart beats. Sticking his fingers on every fret reliantly on how he feels. Every tune was equal to the heart ache. His thoughts were scattered in his brain as he thinks back of every single memory his past love has left him. It aches! And he can’t bear it. But what really did happen? How has he become loveless despite of the pure love they both shared? Let’s find out…

Two souls bond by destiny met. Anne was having her time writing her poetry. It was her favorite leisure pursuit. poetry was her heart. Poetry was her passion. And Adrian, on the other part of the story, was sitting at a bench, not to far from where she was. Plucking his guitar, singing a love song. You might say he’s waiting for someone who’ll come his way, someone with the same tune with his heart. Someone who’ll take all the melody and sing it for him in absence of words. Someone who’ll make him fall in love

And so, destiny had a trick himself. The wind blew, flying off Anne’s paper, and blowing off Adrian’s hat, and taking their belongings on the same spot. It was like magic. Adrian caught the paper with a poem entitled “somebody, Give my Heart Back to Me” while his hat flew at Anne’s feet, with words embedded that goes “take my heart with you”… and so, their eyes crossed as they exchanged the items back. Then it was the start of another love story cupid has to play. A love story they never thought would change their lives completely.

And it happened. They love each other well. It was pure love. It was unconditional. It was real. Adrian was Anne’s prince. He was who she can say “would take my breath away”. He was like the love song Anne always wanted to hear. His voice makes her shiver. And she loves it. Anne was Adrian’s everything. She was her goddess. He could not think of any possible reasons to love her less. He loves Anne perfectly. It was like he could say “you’re too good to be true”. He loves every waking morning to find a piece of poetry on his door. Anne never fails to give him on. It was like a routine. And it makes him fall in love with her, madly. And he knew she was real. Everything was like that for 7 years, it never fades. Then they decided to be married. And so another story begins…

An early morning of a sunny Monday, Anne Jane Zanches of 28, she was simply graceful, her long hair falls at her back. Her hazel eyes were filled with unexplainable thoughts. Her white complexion glowed as the sun touches her skin. She was busy phoning everyone she knew, and invites them at her up coming wedding. She gets a too excited for a 5 days due wedding. She had already planned everything that’ll take place for the enchanted day. At last! A story that’ll sweep her off her feet has finally come to Anne. Her heart beats fast as she runs her thoughts about his groom. He looked into his eyes and she was certain, it was love.

Adrian Ralph Salazar, he was everything Anne would love, he was just sitting at the terrace, his eyes was wrapped around Anne as he wonder’s “how did this goddess ended up to be mine?” he loved her so much, his heart beats only for her… she was his world. Everything he could ever wish for. A love that will forever beat in him. A love that will soon forever be his in just a matter of 5 days.

Adrian stood up and walks towards Anne, thumbs her hair back and said softly “I love you” and touches his lips to hers. Anne felt their hearts intertwined at that very instant. She closed her eyes and wished it’ll never end. They we’re both so in love like there’s no tomorrow. Even after 7 years of being together, time never did let love fade away.

And every waking morning was another brand new excitement for the up coming wedding. Everything was in place. There’s nothing to stop it now two nights and it will be the awaited day. But, one afternoon, Anne was busy in her garden. She left her phone on a table at where Adrian was seated with his guitar, his favorite pastime. And then Anne’s phone rings… Adrian was calling out for Anne to pick up her phone. But she was too far to hear it. And so Adrian picked up… and
Caller: hello, Anne this is Marco, meet me at the big tree behind the church tomorrow, before your wedding. I need to see you again.

And he hanged up. Adrian’s eyes widened. And at that instant his world suddenly fell part. He felt a sudden heat of rage and he’s thoughts suddenly went blank. He didn’t know what to do. Has his love betrayed him? He doesn’t know. Who was that Marco guy? What does he have for Anne? Was Anne having an affair with that guy? He was so confused. He was afraid to confront her. Too afraid of the truth. He knew he can’t take it.

He took his car keys, and drove. It was 6:00pm, he went out to grab some beer. Then went to his favorite spot where he can see the city lights as he intoxicated himself with the dreadful alcohol. He was drunk. His eyes wonder down the city as he sees its light burn like fire. Alcohol could not drown the emotions in him. He was hopeless at the moment. Then he fell asleep on the ground he was on.

On the other side, at Anne’s part, it was already 9:00 pm, she was worried of where on earth Adrian was. She has phoned everybody they knew. No one could point out where her fiancé was. She was crying, there was nothing she can do, she was so worried. Where was his love and what was he up to, she really didn’t knew.

And then she heard foot steps from outside. She rushed and opened the door. It was Adrian. Still in depression of what happen. He was still in reverie of the phone call he answered, and the crazy stuffs that was feeding up on him. It drove him crazy. It tears him apart.

Anne was teary. She hugged him. But he did not hugged back. She asked “where were you? You scared me…” Adrian pushed her on the floor and shouted. “What’s up with that Marco guy that you were about to meet tomorrow night behind the church?” Anne’s eyes widened as she sat there speechless. Adrian’s eyes were like fire and said “aren’t you gonna say anything? Are you cheating on me?”... “I don’t know about that… Adrian I love you” she said. He was still confused “what are you taking me a fool for? ” Anne was crying and said softly “sorry, I’m not cheating on you. Marco was a guy from a one night stand. And I didn’t mean to do it. I was drunk. I was out of control. But, I swear I love you, and you alone. I would never meet up with him.” Tears fell from both their eyes. It was like the night was restless. Silence fell despite the crazy thunder and storm out side.. Both were stunned of the fact that had just revealed before them. The rain falls angrily on the ground. But it was nothing compared to the lightning that crashes inside their hearts. It was tormenting.

And finally Adrian broke the silence with words he never knew he would regret for a life time. Words that they never knew would came out that hour. Words that goes “ get out of my sight. I don’t want to be married with someone so unfaithful as you are!.” Then Anne stood up, and ran out the door. Adrian wanted to stop her, but his ego was eating him. He was dying as Anne ran away from him.

Anne was at the heart of the storm. She wasn’t afraid. The cold raindrops were as if calming her steaming heart. She had nowhere to go. An old church was not so far from where she was. It was the only place where she could stay for that stormy night. And there, she kneeled and pray. The storm was eating the whole night. Then the lights went off. The darkness was blinding the whole church. And then she heard foot steps. Coming closer and closer to where she was. She tried calling out “hello? Anyone there? Father is that you?” the possessor of the scary foot steps did not answer. The sound of wet shoes was getting louder and louder. It was so close to her “you’re scaring me. Who are you?”. Anne stood frozen. Her feet were as if buried to where she stood. She was crying. As soon as she was about to shout, a cold wet hand covered her mouth. Then another hand was tying up around her. She can’t move, nor can she shout. There was no escape. The wet body of a man started to push on her to the ground. Then it was trying to abuse her. The molester was on top of her, she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She just can feel the evil that molester was doing on her body, she felt her clothes escaped from her. She cried in eerie of the unseen diabolic entity that was slowly taking over her. It has infiltrated her. The molester has stepped on Anne’s womanhood. She then felt a sudden punch on her abdomen. It shut her down.

It was 4:00 am, the rain has stopped, but the ground was wet. Adrian was out of shape. There was something on that hour that was making him feel so restless. He needed to find Anne and fast. He felt there was something wrong. He drove all over the city and he can’t find her. Then he thought “the church! I have to go there”

He was driving in an unthinkable speed. Then he was at the church before he knew it. He searched every corner. And there was no Anne. Then he remembered “the big tree” he ran, and there he found a body. Lying on wet ground. His Anne was not breathing. Blood has covered her naked body. Bones were broken. His love was dead! Crying can’t get her back. All his hopes and dreams with her goddess were washed away by that unfaithful evening. The perfect love story. The bond destiny has tied. It was all gone. Nothing’s left but memories. And he knew, he’ll never love again.

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Dead, No Mistake

It was just an ordinary day for Monica. She didn’t dream of anything, or anyone during her sleep; or anything weird to wake her up; or during most of the morning, when she did all the chores a little girl was required to do.

Like most little girls, she liked to play. So that afternoon, she went out to seek her playmates. And play she did. “Now,” she thought, “only if I could just play games all throughout the day, no more chores, nor going to school, nor anything whatsoever. Just playing and having a grand time all day, everyday.” She thought.

When the sun was about to set, she bade her friends farewell and went home. She still has a lot to do, and her mother would be angry if she was still out and playing instead of helping her already.

Monica went home and did her chores. She cooked dinner and prepared the dinner table. She also went out to fetch water.

Monica went to the side of the mountain an open well was. She took water from the well, just enough to fill up a pail. And she got back to fetch another, to wash her feet and her face with.

Suddenly, she felt someone nudge her at her back. It wasn’t strong enough to push her down into the well, but it sure was enough to make her hold tight to the walls of the cistern. She turned around and found a little girl, smiling playfully at her. She was such a beautiful child, small, nearly like a doll. Her waist-length and seemed to be a little blonde.

"What are you doing here?" Monica asked with irritation.

The child’s response was plain and simple: “Let’s play.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to take this back home. My mom will get mad at me if I tarry too long. Besides, what are you doing here? It’s already evening. Isn’t it too dark for you to play already?”

Suddenly, the little lass cried. Tears came streaming down her rosy cheeks. “I’m mad at you!” she screamed. And then she vanished into thin air.

Monica was dumbfounded. She wanted to scream, but no voice was summoned from her throat. “A girl disappeared before my very eyes!” she thought. Greater still was her shock when, upon trying to lift the pail, her hand slipped right through!

She stared at her hands. “I must be dreaming,” she thought. She slapped her face, lightly. She slapped herself again a bit harder. And again. But she didn’t awaken from that dream. She tried to knock over the pail of water with a kick, but her foot also just went through. She didn’t know what to do.

A beggar then came to the well. His clothes was exceedingly shabby, and his breathe reeked of alcohol. When he saw the pail of water, he quickly took it and drank from it, before spilling the remainder of the contents all over his body.

“Hey! What did you to the water I drew out of the well!!” Monica was shouting with all the fury her voice can muster. But the stranger didn’t hear a word.

Then her father appeared. He was obviously looking for her daughter. He worriedly looked around, then went to the well and peered at what was at the bottom while using a flashlight.

“Oh my God! My child! My Monica! My child! No!” he suddenly exclaimed.

Monica also went to see what was going on. She saw a disturbing image at the bottom of the well. She saw, submerged in the water, was herself. Or rather, an illusion of her mangled body floating down the well.

Monica’s father then grabbed the beggar by the collar of his rags. The beggar by then was already starting to sleep by then, his back leaning against the well’s wall. “You killed my daughter? What did you do to her?!” was his anguished snarl.

The beggar only confessed his innocence. “A daughter? I never saw anyone here.”

But his father had none of it. “Do not lie to me, you walking bag of filth! You pushed her down!” she watched in horror as her father took out a fan knife at lunged at the poor beggar. A scuffle ensued, both men struggling to take control of that piece of sharp metal, until blood began to spill into the ground. The beggar stood up, totally unscathed. He fled, leaving the other man to die

She began to wail at her misfortunes when the little girl appeared to her again. “| can save your father.” she said. “I can make sure he survives. I just want you to promise that you’ll be my playmate. Forever.”

Of course, what other option does Monica has? She said yes, without munch thought, though with great pain. Her father would live, but she’ll never see him, nor her mother, again.

Thus, from that day on, she became the little girl’s playmate. The spent their days doing little else but to play tag and hide and seek. They played with toys that Monica never knew they existed. They never got tired, or hungry, or sleepy. Sometimes the little girl would disappear, and that’s the only time Monica can get to be alone. She had tried running off whenever this happens but she never managed to get away. Every time she passed through the woods that surrounded the well, she would wind up exactly where she started, no matter what way she goes.

During those times that the little girl was gone, people would sometimes appear and draw water from the well. Sometimes it would be her father, at other times, her mother. At first, she desperately tried to get their attention, but no matter what she did, no matter how hard she shouted and screamed, no one noticed her. Eventually, she got tired of trying. She would then sit on the edge of the well, and watch as they took the water.

One day, during one of those times that the girl was gone, an old hag came. This one was weird because she hade a satchel tied to her waist, and a handful of amulets at her neck. The old hag’s nose seemed to catch some sort of scent, for she started to sniff in the air. “Who’s there?” she said.

Even though she knew she wouldn’t be heard, Monica gave a reply. “It is only I, a lonely lass.”

The hag suddenly froze. “Who?! What are you? You’re not a ghost for sure, because if you are, my amulet should’ve revealed you already. Show yourself!”

Great was Monica’s surprise! Finally, after all the time she spent alone, someone can finally hear her! She quickly explained to the hag who she was, why shy was there, and how she ended up trapped by the well.

“Ah, yes. You must be a prisoner of hers.” The hag said. “I have heard of talks about a powerful enchantress who began to dwell around here. So, this is her magic. Very powerful indeed!”

“Magic?” Monica was surprised. “This is magic? Do you know anything about this? Can you help me get free?” She started to see a little hope.

“Yes I do. I am what people call a mambabarang. I know magic, but regarding your condition, I don not know how to set you free. The magic this enchantress has is totally different from mine. And she seems to be a lot more powerful than me.” The hag explained.

The hope Monica began to see was suddenly crushed. She started to weep.

“Oh, poor girl, do not feel sad. There’s always hope. I will try to find a way to set you free from this curse.” The mambabarang consoled her before leaving

Days passed. Then months. Monica waited but she never heard from the old hag again. And the little girl seemed to go away a little less often than usual.

One day, during the few times the enchantress was away, Monica started to feel something. At first, she felt a little drowsy. Slowly, she began to lie down. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

She then had a dream. In her dream, she was surrounded by a thick mist. She couldn’t see where she was. She heard a voice come from the fog. “I finally got to talk to you, little girl“ It was the old hag’s voice. “I couldn’t go to the well anymore, since the enchantress seemed to know about our little chat. She seemed to be aware that I was trying to find a way to set you free. Her magic is really enormous. But I finally found out a clue haw to break your curse. The only thing is, we have to wait for something that happens so rarely. You need to look directly at the midday sun the moment it sudden turns black, while standing on the well’s edges. But that could only happen once in a lifetime.”

Monica woke up. “to look directly at the midday sun, ,while standing on the well?” she wondered. Then she remembered something she learned from school. “She must be talking about a solar eclipse!”

Then she began to lament her misfortune, knowing that an eclipse is a very rare event.

A few days passed. Monica and the girl were playing ball catch when they noticed the sky began to grow dark. Monica’s heart began to race. An eclipse! She can finally be free!

She pretended not to notice what was happening, for the girl ignored it. They didn’t stop playing. Monica started to approach the well, without making the girl notice what she was doing. Then, when the sun was completely covered, she stepped on the well, and looked at it.

She began to feel something different. Her body, it’s as irf it became a bit heavier. She was finally free!

But just as she was about to step down, she felt a push on her side. She fell into the well! As she was falling, she blacked out.

When she regained her consciousness, she saw a body on the grass lying next to her. It looked a bit older, but she was sure it was her body. It’s neck was grotesquely angled in such a way it was naturally impossible. Now, there’s no mistake about it. She was finally dead.

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