The Demon's Awakening

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Miseburgh, North Carolina, 2017

The sun was peeking through the thick clouds, the weather was warm and the streets were bustling with people and cars. The faint voices of horns and cars stopping by invaded Dean Hawking’s house which was centered in the middle of the town, silence crept onto the thick walls as they awaited for their sole owner to finally arrive.

Myra peaked out from the window and at the busy streets. She watched the people of her town walk around with phones in their hands as they made themselves feel occupied. She noticed the ray of sunshine breaking throw the tinted windows and falling on her palms. Oh, how she missed this all.

As the car stopped, she hurried out and grabbed her belongings.

“Please, move the suitcases inside to my room.” Myra smiled at the driver and he nodded his head to her response.

Her heart thumped out of her chest as she looked up to see her house. Myra sighed and stepped inside. The house was warm and welcoming — it was always for her. A smile crept on her face as she saw the same old house she spend her whole childhood in.

Stepping inside the kitchen, she saw her mother. Without even thinking, she threw her arms and embraced her.

“Mama, I missed you so much,” She moaned as the ephemeral feeling of being back ran across her body.

Clarissa was surprised to see her daughter come back earlier than expected. She believed that she wouldn’t arrive till 4 PM.

“Oh, my little girl. Look how grown up you look now,” Clarissa said as she cupped her face.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t come until 4 PM and tell me you came here with Dean right?” Clarissa continued as she peeked out from the kitchen to find her husband but he wasn’t there.

“No, papa was busy so he sent the driver but who cares, I’m here finally!!” Myra explained as she ran around in circles. Clarissa giggled at the sight of her daughter running around mercilessly. She was still a little child from inside.

“Okay honey that’s a lot of excitement, now tell me if you are hungry, I’m cooking beans with meat. Do you want or should I cook something else for you?” Clarissa asked as she grabbed Myra’s hands and stopped her.

“Yes, I love them! Leave cooking for now and come sit down with me.” Myra said as she moved back to the living room. They sat down together and Myra begin questioning about everything happening around her.

“When is papa going to come back?” Myra questioned.

“He’s going to be home by 8, if not then 10. You know about his duties,” Clarissa replied.

Myra rolled her eyes and puffed out a sigh. “His daughter is back and he doesn’t has time for me, he should’ve taken an off today,” She ranted.

“I know, Myra but there was a little problem. He went to solve it,” Clarissa said.

“Fine, whatever!”

Clarissa held her daughters hand and pulled her closer to herself. For the past 12 years she yearned to touch her and now she was finally in front of her, smiling and happy, just like what she and her husband had planned to achieve.

“Leave that all, tell me how was granny?” Clarissa asked. “And the college, I want to know everything!” She added.

At the age of 10, Myra was sent off to her grandmother in a town called Redwick which was 200 miles away from Miseburgh. Myra was taken by Dean’s mother, she studied high school and went ahead and pursued her dream of becoming a journalist.

“It was amazing! She is good too, I miss her already,” Myra groaned. “And college was great too! I wasn’t able to make too many friends but it went good.” She continued.

The mother and daughter had a moment of bonding. Even though Clarissa often visited Myra, she couldn’t stop embracing her.

The conversation continued until 7 PM when Dean arrived back home. Myra helped her mother cook dinner and she continued to talk about her college and high school life. The questions hammering inside Myra’s head about her past were pushed back. It was a moment she needed to enjoy, she didn’t want to bomber her parents with questions that would take time to answer.

“Papa, you promised me you’d come pick me up from the airport.” Myra ranted as she placed the plates on the dinner table.

“Yes, I know but I got busy in my work. I’m really sorry,” Dean pouted and said hoping she would understand.

Dean was no longer the town’s mayor, however he joined the town’s council after he stepped down. He had his duties, and he couldn’t turn them down. He joined the investigation department shortly after and worked on cold cases that no one could solve. Dean was the only man that knew about the supernatural creatures that existed in this town. He knew what they were, what they wanted and how they could be ruined.

“So tell me what case are you working on?” Myra questioned as she sat down beside him.

Clarissa looked away from them and she begin to eat her dinner as she was starving.

“It’s a normal homicide case that I solved, nothing to worry about,” Dean responded.

“Oh, that’s interesting!”

Myra was always interested in learning about the town’s history but after 1985 everything was wiped away. No one was allowed to speak and they moved on forward, leaving the possessions and demons in the past. They forgot but Dean never did.

After dinner, Myra headed back to her room. She cleaned up her bed and unpacked her belongings. She settled in her room and decorated it with images of her past and friends. Once she was done, she called up Bertha.

“Hey, Myra?” Bertha questioned as she picked up the phone.

“The one and only,” Myra smiled as pushed her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. She looked outside the window and enjoyed the cold breeze that entered in her room.

“Oh, thank god, I was worried. Couldn’t you call me earlier?” Bertha asked as she groaned.

“Sorry, I was busy with my parents so I almost forget to call you but now I’m here.” Myra said.

“So how’s Miseburgh?” Bertha asked.

“It’s good but I miss Redwick, I miss granny and you and Tom.” Myra sobbed as she sat down on the bed. She was happy but the separation was a bit painful.

“Oh common, when you were here, you want to go back to Miseburgh so desperately that once you failed a test, you booked your own ticket because you couldn’t take it anymore and now you are ranting about coming back.” Bertha laughed.

“Yes,” Myra laughed along with her. “I miss you, and granny. Why can’t you come here? You’re free anyways and your mother will give you the permission too.” She asked.

“Yes, I’ll plan. Not right now, I have to take care of my expenses and all but as soon as I get free, I’ll come to you for a week or two.” Bertha replied.

Bertha and Myra shared a bond that no one could break. They weren’t just best friends, they were sisters from different mothers. They loved each other dearly and would sacrifice anything. Myra met Bertha when she was 6 years old, she was visiting Miseburgh with her mother when she stumbled upon her. Since then they become good friends. Went together in high school and college.

“That’s amazing! Please come,” Myra said.

“Yes, I’ll try. Anyways tell me, what are you planning to do now with your life? We haven’t gotten a chance to chat about it so let’s do it now.” Bertha questioned. She was at her home back in Redwick, feeding her small brother and watching TV.

“I don’t know, join a good company and work as a news analyst or a reporter. I marked down the newspaper companies in Miseburgh and they are only 6 of them. Pretty less but I’m going to send my application and try it out.” Myra explained as she picked up the page where she marked down the companies.

“Or you could use your father’s help,” Bertha suggested.

“No!” Myra exclaimed. “I don’t want to use cheap tricks such as my fathers status to get into anything. I have a degree and I have worked before, if someone doesn’t like me then it’s their choice. I’m not going to force upon them or pressure them to hire me,” Myra added.

“Woah, chill. I said as a joke. How is he anyways? How is Aunt Clarissa?” Bertha asked as she changed the topic.

“They both are good, amazing and lovely.” Myra replied with a smile.

“That’s good,”

Myra continued to speak with her best friend through the phone. She couldn’t stop talking. She wanted to share so many things and her future plans. She had high hopes but the world was deciding something else for her.

By midnight, she finished with her conversation and placed her phone for charging. Stepping inside the washroom, Myra turned on the water and decided to take a warm bath before falling asleep. She needed to unwind and think about things that she had missed out.

Once the bath was flooded with water, she stripped and stepped inside. As soon as the warm water touched her bare flesh, she felt relaxed. Myra closed her eyes and leaned back on the cement tub. Her arms rested across her chest and silence wrapped around the bathroom. The sound of her heart thumping slowly and precisely made its way to her ears. It was a pleasing sound that she couldn’t ignore.

Drop

Another drop

Tension was formed on Myra’s face as she felt droplets of water falling down onto her chest and her stomach. She didn’t want to open her eyes but she had to eventually as the drops didn’t stop. When she peeled open her eyes, all she saw was red — literally everywhere.

Myra panicked and the suppressed scream was going to erupt out of her throat but she stopped, not wanting to disturb her parents on the first night of being back. She gasped and jumped away from the water and the bath. It was flooding with blood — someone’s else’s blood. She circled back and got up to notice that there was blood all over her. She couldn’t understand how this amount of blood could come inside the washroom but then she saw a small cut at the back of her thigh.

A sigh slipped of her lips as she touched the cut. It was still bleeding but how couldn’t she feel the pain of it and what was the drops falling down from the ceiling.

Myra glanced up but found nothing. She shook her head, and drained down the water and blamed herself for over thinking.

She quickly cleaned up the bathroom and her self before wearing a towel around her body. She returned back to her cold room and closed the windows so no one could see her naked.

Myra grabbed a few tissue papers and pressed them on the cut so it would stop bleeding. She still couldn’t understand how this all happened. She didn’t shave herself or even bought a sharp object close to her body.

And worse of all, how couldn’t I feel the pain? Myra thought to herself.

Once the cut was settled down, she grabbed a bandage and sealed it so it wouldn’t get infected. She continued to wear her night dress and then she laid back down on her bed.

So much for taking a relaxing bath. Myra rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone, dialing Bertha’s number once again and hoping she wouldn’t be asleep by now.

“Hey, what’s up? Miss me already? It has just been 40 minutes since we spoke, Myra.” Bertha laughed.

“I know, I just need to get my head off something. I was taking a bath and I didn’t even shave or do anything. I just lied down on the tub and relaxed for a few minutes. The next moment I open my eyes, I see blood around me — like a lot of it. I panic and then realize that I got a cut on my thigh,” Myra explained to her friend. She always told her every single thing about her life, how could she miss this?

“Oh, are you okay? How did it happen?” Bertha asked.

“Exactly, that’s what I don’t know. I didn’t do anything but somehow I got a cut. Now I feel damn scared and I thought of calling my mother but that would be unnecessary.” Myra replied as she tossed herself around the Victorian queen sized bed.

“Yes, don’t. Just go to sleep. Watch some videos and you’ll fall asleep then tomorrow go check out the washroom and see what happened.” Bertha suggested.

Myra nodded her head and agreed. She said her goodbyes to her and then closed the call.

It became difficult for Myra to fall asleep as she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened inside the washroom but she was terrified to go inside there again.

She rolled back and forth and finally fell asleep by 2 AM in the morning.