Page 1 – Into the Night

The shadow of the candle my mother had given me began to alter and I knew right then and there that it was coming, whatever it was. I wasn't going to budge for that it may approach me.

It had been like the previous nights, when I read my usual vampire novels on my bed before I slept. After a couple of pages, I begin to feel a sudden chill, like a breeze on a humid day, which a feeling I usually get when something unusual was about to happen. Some of my friends think it's a natural talent but I believe it's something more.

Tonight was going to be different since I decided to observe every single pustule from the view point of my bed. This was for me to become aware of whether something changed or I could see someone, a ghost perhaps.

The idea was conveyed when I was daydreaming in my math class. Whether it was my math class or the other useless classes that I had, the thought of the incident, which happened many times for a week, was in my mind.

The wind blew onto the curtains, which moved slightly and unexpectedly as I reminisced on the preceding days, while gazing around the room. Suddenly, I realized that I had closed the window.

My mind was marveled and confused as I thought to myself, "how is it possible for the curtains to sway?" I look around, still motionless; to check if anything else had changed.

Nothing, there was nothing wrong with my room besides the swaying curtains.

I looked at the time—gazed and astonished—it had been more than five minutes since the odd event. I held my book and began to read again, as if it didn't happen at all. I was good at forgetting things, it's who I am.

After a few chapters, I began to feel sleepy and I knew that it was way pasted my typical bedtime, which my mother thought of because she detested me for reading late at night. She would say, "A girl should get her beauty sleep, not read horror novels that are absolutely fiction." I could hear her strong Filipino accent within my mind and I began to smirk, while looking at the time.

As I closed my book and placed it upon my bedside, I heard laughter, which was a musical alluring laughter. I could hear it in my mind, a strong vibrant, beautiful, masculine voice.