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She, Who Brings Death
#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it. However, calling it a list didn't feel right to Renza, as the rectangular shaped whitely paper with golden borderlines on each end of it, consisted of big and underlined words written in golden ink that could make up only one instruction.
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"You'll know when and how to use it." Now, sitting on the rocking chair placed in her apartment's balcony, Renza finds herself mumbling those words over and over again, probably trying to find the sender's intentions.
The sender, she doesn't even know who it is. The mysterious parcel kept its sender mysterious too.
Failing at getting a grip on who it might be, she closes her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep which doesn't take long to turn into a failed one as she finds herself drifting off to a month back when she had accompanied her friend, Alicia, on a Saturday night to a newly opened night club in the town. Singing along to the songs playing on the radio, both of them tore away their eyes from the road for a brief moment, unaware of what that one moment was about to cause.
It was too late when the two laughing young women in their early twenties, noticed the little girl walking in the middle of the road and in panic and rush, Alicia lost control over the steering and the next moment, they were laying almost lifeless inside the black car that stood crashed to a tree by the side of the road. One thing that went unnoticed by both the injured women was how their car had hit another young woman who layed dead over the path.
Renza flutters her eyes open when the smirking face of the little girl with a devilish grin spread across it, comes floating back into her mind. Her hazel eyes, filled with tears and the dark circles beneath showing how she spent sleepless nights weeping over that unfortunate accident that took away her dearest friend. She bites on her slightly swollen red bottom lip as another tear rolls down her left cheek. Running a hand through her brown hair, she moves back and forth on the rocking chair, gazing up at the stars as she sobs quitely.
Tilting her head a little to her left with her hands clasped together over her stomach, she falls into the hands of a deep slumber, expecting to open her eyes again to a peaceful morning.
But as the clock strikes 12, Renza finds herself awaken by an inexplicable sound of running footsteps instead of the chirping of birds. As the feeling of drowsiness draws itself away from Renza, she abruptly gets up from the rocking chair and starts her very little journey to the living room in a hasty pace.
Passing by her room on the way, she takes a look at the closed door then enters the narrow corridor that leads to her destination.
The living room was captured in the grips of darkness until Renza reached over to the switchboard that stuck on a wall to the right and turned on the lights. She stares with narrowed eyes at the bulb with a cone shaped greyish glass covering it, hanging over the small square shaped brown table, as it flickers for a few seconds before lightening up the room along with the help of a tube light that has attached itself to a wall on the other side of the room. She looks around trying to find the owner of the footsteps that woke her from her sleep earlier. But her attention is then shifted to the creeking of her own room's door. In that moment, she felt her heart stop beating for a second and as if to add more terror to her horrified self, the living room goes back into the hands of the dark. 'Did somebody break in?' This one thought was enough to set her heart racing. She inhales, then exhales a few long breaths to calm herself.
As soon as her breathing comes back to normal, she grabs her phone from the dark brown coloured side-table placed at one end of the greyish L shaped sofa that complimented the other modern and dark furniture that filled the space.
© SheWrites
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it. However, calling it a list didn't feel right to Renza, as the rectangular shaped whitely paper with golden borderlines on each end of it, consisted of big and underlined words written in golden ink that could make up only one instruction.
•
•
•
"You'll know when and how to use it." Now, sitting on the rocking chair placed in her apartment's balcony, Renza finds herself mumbling those words over and over again, probably trying to find the sender's intentions.
The sender, she doesn't even know who it is. The mysterious parcel kept its sender mysterious too.
Failing at getting a grip on who it might be, she closes her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep which doesn't take long to turn into a failed one as she finds herself drifting off to a month back when she had accompanied her friend, Alicia, on a Saturday night to a newly opened night club in the town. Singing along to the songs playing on the radio, both of them tore away their eyes from the road for a brief moment, unaware of what that one moment was about to cause.
It was too late when the two laughing young women in their early twenties, noticed the little girl walking in the middle of the road and in panic and rush, Alicia lost control over the steering and the next moment, they were laying almost lifeless inside the black car that stood crashed to a tree by the side of the road. One thing that went unnoticed by both the injured women was how their car had hit another young woman who layed dead over the path.
Renza flutters her eyes open when the smirking face of the little girl with a devilish grin spread across it, comes floating back into her mind. Her hazel eyes, filled with tears and the dark circles beneath showing how she spent sleepless nights weeping over that unfortunate accident that took away her dearest friend. She bites on her slightly swollen red bottom lip as another tear rolls down her left cheek. Running a hand through her brown hair, she moves back and forth on the rocking chair, gazing up at the stars as she sobs quitely.
Tilting her head a little to her left with her hands clasped together over her stomach, she falls into the hands of a deep slumber, expecting to open her eyes again to a peaceful morning.
But as the clock strikes 12, Renza finds herself awaken by an inexplicable sound of running footsteps instead of the chirping of birds. As the feeling of drowsiness draws itself away from Renza, she abruptly gets up from the rocking chair and starts her very little journey to the living room in a hasty pace.
Passing by her room on the way, she takes a look at the closed door then enters the narrow corridor that leads to her destination.
The living room was captured in the grips of darkness until Renza reached over to the switchboard that stuck on a wall to the right and turned on the lights. She stares with narrowed eyes at the bulb with a cone shaped greyish glass covering it, hanging over the small square shaped brown table, as it flickers for a few seconds before lightening up the room along with the help of a tube light that has attached itself to a wall on the other side of the room. She looks around trying to find the owner of the footsteps that woke her from her sleep earlier. But her attention is then shifted to the creeking of her own room's door. In that moment, she felt her heart stop beating for a second and as if to add more terror to her horrified self, the living room goes back into the hands of the dark. 'Did somebody break in?' This one thought was enough to set her heart racing. She inhales, then exhales a few long breaths to calm herself.
As soon as her breathing comes back to normal, she grabs her phone from the dark brown coloured side-table placed at one end of the greyish L shaped sofa that complimented the other modern and dark furniture that filled the space.
© SheWrites
