The clear walls glistened as the dim lights flashed over the pale Latin
spells that were inscribed on the glass walls that surrounded her. Evelyn
stared in horror at the twisted metal that spun around its mechanical
center, releasing the evil in which the enchanted glass imprisoned.
She awoke startled in her bed, sweat pouring from her head, Evelyn looked around the dark room, she was alone as usual.
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Four In The Morning:
4am, October 29, 2000
Evelyn's Apartment, Downtown New York
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
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Once again I awoke in my bed, alone and in the dark, but then again that's how I had spent most of my life. Ya think I would have gotten use to this by now, the nightmares I mean, I've been waking up with them since I was five, and they just keep getting worse.
What time is it? God, its four in the morning... now what? If I go back to sleep I'll probably have another dream like the last, same sliding walls and spinning floor, I wish my mind would perceive something different for a change!
*Sighs*
Looks like I'm up for the night.
In case you were wondering I'm what they call 'psychic', no biggy really, just visions and dreams of things I can't get out of my head, no matter how hard I try. There is this other thing, whenever I look into someone's eyes I see their past, memories, some say I can even see their 'soul', but I doubt I'm that perceptive. They say I can't be read, by other psychics I mean, when they touch me or look in my eyes they see nothing, who knows... maybe I don't have a soul.
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The sun was rising, Evelyn had been up since four. She walked to the window and looked out, it was the 29th of October, and the beginning of a beautiful autumn day. She stared out the window for at least two minutes, maybe more, she dunked a tea bag in her black coffee cup that was full of steaming water. Evelyn peered down into the cup of water, as she looked into the dark pit-like cup she saw the vision of someone's face, but she was unable to make it out.
Just then she was snapped back to reality by a knock on the front door of her apartment, she walked to it and glanced out the peephole. She opened the door to her friend Alexandria who stood in front of her.
"What's up?" Alex asked Evelyn in a somewhat happy mood.
"Not much, you?"
"Same. So, where we going today?"
"I have no idea, I tried for that job in Manhattan, but they turned me down, turns out sleep deprivation doesn't work well in the workplace." Evelyn said in an angry tone.
"Damn them, they just don't know how to handle people like us." Alex sighed.
"Its different with you though, at least you can sleep at night."
"Yeah, and hearing voices really helps me out in the world... Schizophrenia!" she muttered in a mocking tone.
As Evelyn sipped her tea, the phone rang, Alex reached over and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Is this Evelyn Chase?" the male voice on the other line echoed into Alex's ear.
"Here she is." Alex handed the phone to Evelyn.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Chase I presume?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Cyrus Kriticos, and I was wondering if you and your friend Ms. Ross would be interested in a job. It would involve the usage of your psychic abilities of course."
Evy glanced at Alex who was idly swinging her legs as they hung over the kitchen counter she was sitting on.
"What kind of job?" she questioned, realizing their desperate need for employment.
She awoke startled in her bed, sweat pouring from her head, Evelyn looked around the dark room, she was alone as usual.
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Four In The Morning:
4am, October 29, 2000
Evelyn's Apartment, Downtown New York
(Narrator: Evelyn Chase)
*
Once again I awoke in my bed, alone and in the dark, but then again that's how I had spent most of my life. Ya think I would have gotten use to this by now, the nightmares I mean, I've been waking up with them since I was five, and they just keep getting worse.
What time is it? God, its four in the morning... now what? If I go back to sleep I'll probably have another dream like the last, same sliding walls and spinning floor, I wish my mind would perceive something different for a change!
*Sighs*
Looks like I'm up for the night.
In case you were wondering I'm what they call 'psychic', no biggy really, just visions and dreams of things I can't get out of my head, no matter how hard I try. There is this other thing, whenever I look into someone's eyes I see their past, memories, some say I can even see their 'soul', but I doubt I'm that perceptive. They say I can't be read, by other psychics I mean, when they touch me or look in my eyes they see nothing, who knows... maybe I don't have a soul.
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The sun was rising, Evelyn had been up since four. She walked to the window and looked out, it was the 29th of October, and the beginning of a beautiful autumn day. She stared out the window for at least two minutes, maybe more, she dunked a tea bag in her black coffee cup that was full of steaming water. Evelyn peered down into the cup of water, as she looked into the dark pit-like cup she saw the vision of someone's face, but she was unable to make it out.
Just then she was snapped back to reality by a knock on the front door of her apartment, she walked to it and glanced out the peephole. She opened the door to her friend Alexandria who stood in front of her.
"What's up?" Alex asked Evelyn in a somewhat happy mood.
"Not much, you?"
"Same. So, where we going today?"
"I have no idea, I tried for that job in Manhattan, but they turned me down, turns out sleep deprivation doesn't work well in the workplace." Evelyn said in an angry tone.
"Damn them, they just don't know how to handle people like us." Alex sighed.
"Its different with you though, at least you can sleep at night."
"Yeah, and hearing voices really helps me out in the world... Schizophrenia!" she muttered in a mocking tone.
As Evelyn sipped her tea, the phone rang, Alex reached over and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Is this Evelyn Chase?" the male voice on the other line echoed into Alex's ear.
"Here she is." Alex handed the phone to Evelyn.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Chase I presume?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Cyrus Kriticos, and I was wondering if you and your friend Ms. Ross would be interested in a job. It would involve the usage of your psychic abilities of course."
Evy glanced at Alex who was idly swinging her legs as they hung over the kitchen counter she was sitting on.
"What kind of job?" she questioned, realizing their desperate need for employment.