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The sky was darkening outside the room, lamp light now replacing that which had shone earlier between the dark red curtains. Celeste was busy in the kitchen trying to work as quickly as possible, yet without making a single mistake. Oddly, her usual sense of urgency was absent, replaced by a calm rhythm pulsing within her. She even hummed a pleasant tune to herself while she worked.
Then the door opened. It was a freshly painted door, matching the rest of the house's images of perfection. And through that bright, welcoming doorway came a man. Celeste froze as she heard the door shut softly behind him, familiar footsteps coming down the hallway. She quickly resumed her work, however, a sense of dread hung over her. Her heartbeat, racing a marathon of fear, obscured her breathing; she inhaled sharply and exhaled too quickly, silently gasping.
Now she heard the click of his boots on the kitchen floor, steadily drawing nearer. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the soup ladle, tension flaring across her back and shoulders. A familiar hand rested on her shoulder, mocking a gentle caress. Suddenly the man's grip tightened, and he turned her to look at him. As soon as Celeste made eye contact, she could not look away.
"You can't escape me." He said, sharp green eyes piercing through her soul, finding all her weaknesses. "I will always find you."
She stood still, too paralyzed to speak, and, in horror, she watched the face change. Slightly tanned skin darkened, and the bright green melted into a dark brown, as hair grew and changed colour. He leaned in toward her and whispered the words, making her shiver with the cold on his breath.
"I am everywhere."
Her vision began to swim. He laughed. She turned and plunged into the pot of soup, all of a sudden minuscule compared to his looming, evil face. She struggled to float, found her self being pulled under, hands grabbing at her...
Celeste sat up sharply, breathing raggedly. She jumped as she sensed a slight movement next to her, only calming when she was sure that the man who slept beside her was not her green eyed monster. She stared at this man's sleeping form, still shaking from her dream. Her eyes immediately were drawn to his ridiculous costume, and she frowned sightly at the loose clothing. Don't wear anything that'll flap about on deck, or you're sure to get caught on something. The phrase flashed through her memory, bring back images of laughter and wind blown hair.
She shook her head to clear it, trying to dismiss such nonsense from her head. Her hand unconsciously sought out the smoothness of the wooden beads around her neck, and she resolved herself to whispered prayers as her hand moved in its well known pattern around the rosary.
The sky was darkening outside the room, lamp light now replacing that which had shone earlier between the dark red curtains. Celeste was busy in the kitchen trying to work as quickly as possible, yet without making a single mistake. Oddly, her usual sense of urgency was absent, replaced by a calm rhythm pulsing within her. She even hummed a pleasant tune to herself while she worked.
Then the door opened. It was a freshly painted door, matching the rest of the house's images of perfection. And through that bright, welcoming doorway came a man. Celeste froze as she heard the door shut softly behind him, familiar footsteps coming down the hallway. She quickly resumed her work, however, a sense of dread hung over her. Her heartbeat, racing a marathon of fear, obscured her breathing; she inhaled sharply and exhaled too quickly, silently gasping.
Now she heard the click of his boots on the kitchen floor, steadily drawing nearer. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the soup ladle, tension flaring across her back and shoulders. A familiar hand rested on her shoulder, mocking a gentle caress. Suddenly the man's grip tightened, and he turned her to look at him. As soon as Celeste made eye contact, she could not look away.
"You can't escape me." He said, sharp green eyes piercing through her soul, finding all her weaknesses. "I will always find you."
She stood still, too paralyzed to speak, and, in horror, she watched the face change. Slightly tanned skin darkened, and the bright green melted into a dark brown, as hair grew and changed colour. He leaned in toward her and whispered the words, making her shiver with the cold on his breath.
"I am everywhere."
Her vision began to swim. He laughed. She turned and plunged into the pot of soup, all of a sudden minuscule compared to his looming, evil face. She struggled to float, found her self being pulled under, hands grabbing at her...
Celeste sat up sharply, breathing raggedly. She jumped as she sensed a slight movement next to her, only calming when she was sure that the man who slept beside her was not her green eyed monster. She stared at this man's sleeping form, still shaking from her dream. Her eyes immediately were drawn to his ridiculous costume, and she frowned sightly at the loose clothing. Don't wear anything that'll flap about on deck, or you're sure to get caught on something. The phrase flashed through her memory, bring back images of laughter and wind blown hair.
She shook her head to clear it, trying to dismiss such nonsense from her head. Her hand unconsciously sought out the smoothness of the wooden beads around her neck, and she resolved herself to whispered prayers as her hand moved in its well known pattern around the rosary.