The Demon's Awakening

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Good morning, mama and papa.” Myra said as she stepped inside the kitchen where her parents were seated. She sat along with them and devoured the pancakes her mother made.

“Did you slept well?” Dean asked with concern in his tone. Myra didn’t look so well, she had bags and huge dark circles that a concealer wouldn’t even cover up.

“Yes—” Myra looked up to see Dean still worried after her response. “Oh, yes, I spoke with Bertha the whole night so I couldn’t really get good sleep but it’s okay.” She added before turning her attention back to the pancakes and muffins. She didn’t want to worry her parents, she was old enough now to take care of herself.

“Sure?” Dean asked.

Myra nodded her head and took a bite of the pancake. A shudder ran down her spine as the thought of last night rushed across her head.

The cut. The blood. The water. It was horrible for Myra to go through that but she couldn’t tell anyone.

“Why are you up so early?” Clarissa asked her daughter.

Myra peeled her eyes away from the food and looked at the watch to find out that it was just 8 AM in the morning. She only slept for 6 hours — that was pretty unhealthy.

“I have a interview to go,” She responded. Her mother raised an eyebrow at her reply. It had been less than a day since Myra came back and she has been already planning to work.

“But Myra you need to rest. There is no hurry to work, we are here for you,” Clarissa said as she leaned forward. She didn’t want her daughter to leave her sight — even for a mere moment.

“I know, mama but I can’t delay too. I really want to work and try this out. If it doesn’t works for me then I’ll sit at home with you all day long,” Myra responded before winking at her mother. She needed to grab the opportunities she was getting.

Clarissa opened her mouth to argue but Dean placed his hand on hers and stopped her from continuing.

“It’s okay, Myra, we understand but just remember that we are here, always.” Dean said as he smiled.

Myra nodded her head, “I know, papa.”

After the warm breakfast, Myra headed back to her room and changed into formal clothes. She brushed some black tinted mascara on her long lashes and applied a bit of powder on her pale skin. Her lips were naturally plumped and pink so she didn’t require to use a lipstick.

Myra turned her attention to the bed and she searched around for her phone so she could text Bertha.

Hey, Myra here, I just woke up. Gonna go for my interview and then I’ll come back and call you. Wish me luck! And beg God that I get this job.

Myra dropped the message to Bertha and grabbed her bag before getting out of her room.

It was an old three storey house that was renovated recently. The curtains, rugs, walls and tiles were changed but everything else was the same. Myra’s bedroom was on the second floor and she had no other siblings but very often Alex and Diana came to the house. They were close cousins to Myra and they lived in this town as well. Whenever their father left the town, they’d come and stay here with Clarissa and Dean.

The house had 4 bedrooms with two being master and rest normal sized. On the first floor, Clarissa slept with her husband and the third floor was kept as a storage room.

Myra walked downstairs and checked her phone. She stepped outside in the porch and replied a few queries and emails. Once she was done, she placed the phone back in her bag and looked forward to see a car — a Porsche to be exact. It was a black one, one of Myra’s favorite.

“Oh my,” She placed her hand over her lips and glared at the Porsche for a good few moments. Her father stepped out from the car and he bought the keys to Myra.

“This is a welcome back gift that I went to get yesterday,” Dean said as he handed over the car keys to Myra.

“But this is so expensive,” She gasped as she saw the interior of the car. She was excited but a little terrified too.

Dean placed his hand around Myra and stopped her. “It’s okay, you came back after so long, I needed to get you a gift. Since you were twelve, I begin saving money for this and now it’s here. I know you saw hard times when you were with my mother but trust me, here, you will be perfectly fine.” Dean explained.

His mother wasn’t rich — not as rich and luxurious as her son, Dean. She often borrowed money from him and he didn’t mind giving her but she felt bad. Myra saw bad times, where she didn’t have money at all therefore she needed to work.

“Thank you,” Myra looked up and smiled. Tears begin to fill her honey colored eyes but she was quick enough to look away.

“It’s all for my girl,” Dean hugged her and then released her from his embrace. “Now go on, take it for a ride and tell me how it is. All expenses will be take care of so don’t worry about anything,” He added.

“Thank you, papa!” She repeated.

After the bonding moment between father and daughter, Myra said her goodbyes and drove off from the house. She got her driving license when she was 18 back in Redwick so she was able to drive perfectly.

Myra switched on the radio and listened to some songs. She snapped some photos of the car and sent them to Bertha who was still sleeping like a deceased person.

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Miseburgh Today

“Perfect! Reached on time, dressed up nicely, printed my CV and documents, let’s hope we get the job!” Myra whispered to herself as she stepped inside the office.

A few hours later, the assistant allowed her to leave with a denied letter. Myra wasn’t yet qualified to become a reporter for a big company such as Miseburgh today. It broke her heart but she moved on and went for a long drive.

“So did you get it?” Bertha asked. Myra’s phone was connected to the Bluetooth inside the car so she was able to hear her friend clearly while driving at the same time.

“No, I was under qualified.” Myra rolled her eyes and responded.

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Bertha asked.

“I don’t know, maybe not work because now I feel totally unmotivated.” Myra responded with anger suppressed in her tone.

“Aw, it’s going to be okay, take a break and relax. Go sightseeing Miseburgh or something. You’ll be inspired once again!” Bertha suggested.

“Where do I sightsee in this small town, it’s literally small as hell.” Myra fisted her hands together and gripped the steering wheel tightly. Why was she angry again?

Why am I removing my anger on my new car when I could do something else?! Myra thought to herself as she slowed down. She was in the terrifying, sacred woods that no one was allowed to go inside.

“Chill, you’re driving in your Porsche, you got your family back and you’re rich again. What else do you require in your life? A job that couldn’t see your qualifications. You’re a bright woman and one day you’ll get success.” Bertha said. She knew how much anger Myra had in herself — it all came down from her father and she couldn’t prevent it, all she could do was control.

“You’re right, I’m acting way too much!” Myra sighed and then laughed. “Who cares about a job that I didn’t get?” She added and closed her eyes for a moment. She switched on the GPS in her car and turned around to head back to Miseburgh. She didn’t drive too far away — it was just a few miles in the woods, nothing to extremely dangerous...or she thought so.

As Myra’s attention diverted through Bertha’s voice coming from the phone, she saw someone from the corner of her eyes. A man, dressed in complete black, standing in front of the car and waiting to be hit.

“What the hell?!” Myra whispered as she got closer and slowed down. A crow ran across the window and the man was gone, there was no one standing in front of the car anymore.

“Woah,” she breathed out as she stopped the car for good. What was wrong with her?

“What happened?” Bertha asked through the call.

“I have no idea, I saw a man, a literal man, he was standing in front of me, on the road but as I slowed down a crow came in front of me, blocked my vision and went away. When the crow was gone, the man was too!” Myra explained, she tried her best to make sure Bertha would understand what she saw.

“Where are you?” Bertha questioned out of blue.

“By the woods, just 10 minutes away from the town.” Myra responded as she leaned forward and looked around. She locked her car and hoped no one would come in front of her suddenly.

“You know those woods are haunted,” Bertha said.

Myra furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed. “That is one fake story — the woods aren’t haunted, my father used to tell me so I wouldn’t go there, that’s all.” She replied before switching on the engine. She begin to drive back to the town, slowly and with wide open eyes.

“Come on, I have heard a lot about Miseburgh. People were terrified to settle down there because of the supernatural forces that town had in 1800’s. You know about the murder m******e that was conducted in 1900, it was in the woods you are in right now.” Bertha explained. She was a bit of fan about learning history of different towns and places. It thrilled her.

“Yes, I know — which makes me think that digging into the town’s history is a good idea. It will keep me occupied for a couple of weeks plus I will learn a lot more about this place,” Myra responded, not caring about who died in the roads she was driving on.

“Yes, that’s a good idea!” Bertha cheered with happiness. “I wish I could join, you know how much I love learning about wicked stuff!” She added.

“Yes, don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated at all times. Where do you think I’ll get town’s history at?” Myra asked, wondering where she could find books, reports and cases.

“The library of course!” Bertha exclaimed from the phone. “It’s packed with knowledge, although, you’ll need to find a local library, not just any.” She quickly added.

“Hmm, I’ll take that into consideration but first I need to get home and unwind. Today was terrific!” Myra said as she rolled inside the town. Houses and buildings came in her view and she felt a bit relieved. Although, that man still confused her.

Who was he? Where did he come from? Where did he go?

“Yes, you’ll need some rest. You aren’t getting enough sleep which is the reason why you are seeing random people on the roads,” Bertha said.

Myra laughed, “I was thinking the exact same. I need to go home and pass out otherwise these hallucinations will haunt me.”

Myra believed what she saw earlier was a mere hallucination from not sleeping properly but she didn’t know the truth behind who was really haunting her.