I'll make sure never to enter that basement again...
But seriously, what was that thing....? And where did it come from...?
I later opened my eyes in a place as dark as a tomb with only the sound of the wind blowing through the cracks in the old wall... I advanced with slow steps, weighed down by anxiety and suppressed fear, and with intermittent and troubled breaths I opened the rickety wooden door that was standing in front of me. As soon as I turned the corroded handle, flames lit up the room in a terrifying sequence, and in a moment of deadly silence, the same stitched eyes woman appeared to me from afar, with her black hair pulled down until it almost hid her pale face, wearing a gray dress and faded flower colors that were painted on it... My body shuddered at the sight of her, and I slowly retreated, announcing my withdrawal from this place...
_You're Angelo's daughter, aren't you? _How do you know my father?
_ Run away from this house, Lolita...run away before she gets you too.
_ Who do you mean?
No sooner had the words left my throat than the woman began to approach me with frightening slowness... With each step she took, the flames lost their light until the distance between us was about six steps...
My breath hitched and my pulse quickened... What am I supposed to do in such a situation?.. Should I run away from her or surrender to my fate and find out her intentions?
I couldn't make up my mind to run when she reached out and put her hand on my shoulder.....
_Run away before she gets you...
The strange woman whispered softly in my ear and then left very quietly without looking at me.
Why does my shoulder feel heavy?My head automatically moved to my shoulder..... Hey, isn't that a hand? I raised my head towards the woman with concern.
The woman was standing in front of me, smiling and missing a hand... The sight made me gasp in fear...
And that was the death gasp that woke me up from that damn nightmare... Yes, just a nightmare... Another strange nightmare... But why? Why do I see her in my nightmares? Who is she? And how does she know my father?
All those questions raced through my mind and the flow was interrupted by Carrie's voice calling to me...
I pulled myself together and showered.... No one must feel that I'm not well.
_Good morning, Miss!
_Good morning, Carrie.... Did you get a new dress?
_Oh, that's Mrs. Sherry's. She asked me to clean it.
Hey, I've seen this dress before!
A gray dress with a flower in the middle.....
That's... that's impossible!