The Change – Part 4

Pulling her jacket closer to herself, she reached out and punched the numbers into the keypad.

Incorrect password, access denied flashed across the screen, causing the woman to wince and pull her jacket even closer in a protective manner as she typed in the password again.

Did they suddenly change the password again? Or was it…His orders?

The thought made her clench her gloved fists in terror as her eyes quickly darted around, terrified that He was around, reading her thoughts. Shooting a quick glance down at the screen, she saw the words Access granted before there was a hiss of air and the metal doors slid open and she quickly stepped over the threshold as the doors slid shut behind her.

As the lights then automatically turned on, she pulled out a pair of glasses from her pocket and hastily put them on as she hurried down the corrider.

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“Jackson!”

Hearing his name, he groaned and slumped back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Mum?”

“I baked a pie for our neighbour across the street, Gerald. He’s been working very hard lately, I doubt he has anything eat, either. May you take the pie over to him?” His mother called from downstairs.

Jackson rolled his eyes and took his gaming headset off before swiveling around in his chair to face his bedroom door. “Mum, stop trying to hook up with people. Relationships suck.”

“Do as your told, young man!”

Jackson rolled his eyes and crawled out of the chair. Gerald was weird, working quite a bit from home and didn’t even look that attractive, so why was mum interested? Hell, Jackson had even seen the man cleaning his outside windows to Taylor Swift songs, so…

Passing his bedroom window, Jackson glanced over to Gerald’s house before doing a double take.

What the fuck???

“Uh…Mum…”

He could feel her frustration before he heard her call out: “Stop trying to sabotage my attempts at finding someone! Deal with the fact that I can have a guy in my life if I want it and please come down and deliver that-“

“Mum the police have just pulled up to his house!!”

There was silence and the sound of feet pounding up the stairs before his door burst open and his mum ran over. “The police? Why-?”

She fell silent as she looked out his window and gasped.

Jackson nodded and looked back out the window. What happened at his house?

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Finally figured out how I wanted to progress and also found the time to write it out, and decided to time myself on how much I could type up in a limited time, which is fun XD anyways hope you all enjoyed it and see you next time!

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The Questionnaire

I know I’m very late to this party, bbbuuttt I saw Caramel’s response to this Questionnaire from like 2019 or something, and really wanted to answer the questions, so here we go!

Here’s the link to the Questionnaire: https://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/a-questionnaire/

Let’s get to the questions!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE WORD?

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I think it is self-explanatory why I love this word! 😍

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CURSE WORD?

Sh*t and f^&k

WHAT TURNS YOU ON CREATIVELY, SPIRITUALLY OR EMOTIONALLY?

Creatively…is many things – certain phrases, or looking at something at a certain angle or in a certain lighting. I remember there was one time me, my mum and younger siblings were out shopping and we were waiting outside of the shops afterwards for a taxi van to come and pick us up and I happened to be sitting down on the pavement instead of the bench cause I’m weird like that and I happened to look out at the carpark and the angle I was sitting in somehow made the carpark look like the perfect thing for an apocalyptic book cover…if I had a camera on me to take a photo and then knew how to edit said photo to make it look futuristic and apocalyptic. So yeah, many different things turn me on creatively.

Spiritually…that would be singing…or hearing someone praying intensely, where they just lay their whole lives into God’s Hands for Him to fix without second thoughts, which is an area I am still struggling in, so I find it inspiring. I sing in the choir/praise team on Sundays at our church and there have been a few times while singing the songs or at singing practice earlier in the week that I feel God’s presence SOOO strongly and something rises up in me and I sing a lot more…confidently, passionately, idk of the correct word, or if it’s noticeable, but I feel it very intensely.

Emotionally…I am not sure what you mean exactly by being turned on emotionally – do you mean what triggers my anger, happiness, sadness or something? If so, that’s a complicated answer and I’m not entirely sure of all my triggers.

WHAT SOUND OR NOISE DO YOU LOVE?

Silence

The sound of the my younger siblings enjoying themselves and having fun

Birds tweeting (cheesy sounding, I know, but still)

And the sound of wind and rain at night while I’m lying comfortably in bed

WHAT NATURAL GIFT WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO POSSES?

Hmm…not sure.

WHAT IS YOUR PRINCIPAL DEFECT? LIST THE PROS OF HAVING THIS DEFECT AND GIVE IT A POSITIVE SPIN (IMAGINE THAT YOU’RE SELLING IT TO SOMEONE ELSE)?

I don’t have defects, I’m perfect 😎

I used to think my body was a defect, but…then I realised that it was just a matter of perspective and that I could (and should) change it and now I see my body as a beautiful, amazing thing and while I am trying to exercise by going out for walks or just quietly dancing somewhere and am trying to eat right and not eat too much, it’s not because I’m trying to change my body, I’m just trying to be healthy and if I lose some weight, fine, and if I don’t, that’s fine, too.

So yeah, embrace every part of you, no matter how flawed you think it is. You’ll be surprised at how much you glow and how beautiful you look when you accept and love ALL of you. 💖😘

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? WHY IS IT YOUR MOTTO? WHERE OR WHO DID IT COME FROM ORIGINIALLY?

Um…I don’t have a motto, I guess? 🤷

WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT YOU GAVE SOMEONE?

Some drawings I did as a Valentine’s for someone 😊

YOU’RE A NEW ADDITION TO THE CRAYON BOX. WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE AND WHY? DESCRIBE THE COLOUR TO SOMEONE WHO IS BLIND

Not sure what colour, but whatever colour I would be, it’d be something vibrant, pretty and joyful that would the finishing touch to whatever you were colouring in.

And I wouldn’t know how to describe the colour to a blind person, unfortunately.

WHAT ARE YOU KNOWN FOR?

That would depend on whom you were asking 😅

For some it would be stories, blogging, my song videos, my mum would probably jokingly add ‘sensitivity’, others would say computers and some of the people I work with would probably say that I’m known for smiling and having a cheery disposition and being surprisingly mature for my age.

WHAT’S THE MOST INTERESTING THING ABOUT YOU THAT WE WOULDN’T LEARN FROM YOUR RESUME (OR ONLINE BIO/PROFILE) ALONE?

Hmmm…

WHAT’S THE LAST THING YOU WATCHED ON TV AND WHY DID YOU CHOOSE TO WATCH IT?

Don’t watch TV, just watch Netflix, Disney+ and DVDs.

HOW WOULD YOU CONVINCE SOMEONE TO DO SOMETHING THEY DIDN’T WANT TO DO?

I would discuss all options with them and talk about the benefits or downsides to doing any of the options and then talk about the benefits of doing whatever it was that they were reluctant to do, though if they still didn’t want to, I wouldn’t force them, I would just let them do what they wanted/thought was best and let it work itself out from there.

If it’s with my youngest brother and he didn’t want to take a bath, then it would be a simple matter of picking him up, getting him undressed and in the bath despite protests and telling him about what punishment Mum and Dad would give him if he didn’t have his bath…which usually works like a charm…or sorts…

YOU’VE BEEN GIVEN AN ELEPHANT. YOU CAN’T GIVE IT AWAY OR SELL IT. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH THE ELEPHANT?

Since I have to keep it, move to Africa or something. Or put it in a zoo and start working at said zoo since it’s still my elephant *shrugs*

WE FINISH THE INTERVIEW AND YOU STEP OUTSIDE THE OFFICE AND FIND A LOTTERY TICKET THAT ENDS UP WINNING $10 MILLION. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Try to find the owner, but if for some reason I can’t, then I’d keep it.

TEACH ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES (IN YOUR REPLY TO THIS QUESTION)

I can’t answer this question cause I’ve never met you and have no idea what you know or don’t know.

This is the end of the questionnaire post I saw, BUT I checked out one of the original questionnaire posts that she got the questions from and have decided to add in some of the questions she didn’t regardless.

If you were reincarnated as some other plant or animal, what would it be?

Animal – Wolf

Plant – I have no idea

(I don’t believe in reincarnation, but I still wanted to answer it cause it’s admittedly fun to think of answers to it)

Who are your favorite heroines of history?

Joan of Arc and Esther.

Annnnddd….

That’s all!

I hope you all enjoyed reading that and that you all enjoyed your Easter! Have a great day people!

Happy Easter!

G’day y’all!

How are you all going? Hope you all are enjoying your easter! (if you celebrate it).

I’m sorry for the disappearance, just been having a quite a bit going on physically and mentally. I’m not going to promise to start posting more, cause whenever I do (and I mean it when I promise) something always comes up in my life to stop me for a while, so. I’m just going to promise to post when I can.

But anyways

So, I’ve never really celebrated easter, but last year, me and three of my brothers were visiting our grandmother around easter and we ended up celebrating it for the first time in AGES! and it was so awesome! We had an easter egg hunt for the youngest brother who was visiting as well and he LOVED it! The excitement at finding each easter egg was wonderful – and spending that time with Grandma was amazing. Really miss you, Grandma.

I’m planning on doing an easter egg hunt for my little brothers this year, hopefully they’ll love it.

Also!

This year for Easter with school work I had to do a film project about Jesus’ Trial where he was condemned to death and where Peter was listening in and denied Jesus and Judas at the end giving back the silver coins and then hanging himself. It was a solo project – I was the director, costume designer and played all the parts. It was fun, but took a lot of time and effort, so am going to wait awhile before doing it again. I had to divide it into four parts to give myself a break. Some people also said that they couldn’t hear me at all or could just barely hear me while others said they could hear me fine, so there might be the possibility that you can’t really hear me properly, if at all, or you might hear me fine. If you have trouble hearing me, lmk and I’ll tell you what I was saying and doing for the videos 🙂

Here are the videos I did (Haven’t done any form of acting in years, so I’m probably a little awkward and rusty, please bear that in mind):

Jesus’ Trial part 1 – YouTube

Jesus’ trial part 2 – YouTube

Jesus’ Trial Part 3 – YouTube

Now with part 4, the final part, I was doing an introduction explaining what I was going to be doing in the video, but once I finished, I went to hit pause so that I could get changed into one of the outfits and start filming the final part of the story but I accidentally pressed stop, so part 4 had to be divided into two parts – the first part being the introduction and the second part being the act itself. Hope you enjoy that as well (I speak up a LOT more in part 4 so you all will hopefully hear me):

Introduction to Jesus’ Trial Part 1 of part 4 – YouTube

Jesus’ Trial part 2 of part 4 – YouTube

Again Happy Easter, hope you enjoy the videos and see you next time!

Healing Fragments

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You are my protection

When things go wrong

When I’m broken and shattered

You make me feel I belong

You are my haven

When your arms are around me

You’re my go to

Drying my tears, building me up, defending me

Keeping me safe

Coaxing my fragments to become one

To become the majestic piece of art I used to be

Showing me the light that I couldn’t see

Just sitting there

Snuggled up to you

Doing nothing

Does something so amazing that you don’t even know

How it calms me

Makes me feel like I have found my haven

My safe place

My healer, protector and love

You are my lost piece

I am strong

But with you I can rise back up

I am amazing

But you help me see that it’s the real me

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My New Singing Videos

So me and Jmshistorycorner have finally done some new singing videos!!! J-M’s girlfriend made a special appearance in a few of the new videos as well, which was so totally awesome! 😁 I’ve also done a new solo and just me and J-M’S girlfriend sang a song together, so here are the new videos for you to enjoy to your heart’s content 🥰

First off, here’s my solo of Wake Me Up When It’s All Over by Avicii:

https://youtu.be/WHnEco3aVB4

And here’s J-M, his girlfriend and me singing Shut Up and Dance With Me by Walk the Moon:

https://youtu.be/a6XX4POflcA

This is me, J-M and his girlfriend singing Better When I’m Dancing by Meghan Trainor:

https://youtu.be/tL9lW9YdzK8

And here is me and J-M’S girlfriend singing Dear Future Husband also by Meghan Trainor, which we jokingly dedicated to our boyfriends:

https://youtu.be/iQAV8JiWIO0

I hope you enjoy!!

The Change – Part 3

Just a warning: this chapter is…kinda dark. So proceed with caution.

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“Hello, my dear.”

Lucy’s eyes shot open, her breath coming quick and fast. She shot up and then cried out in agony as pain coursed through her arms. Looking down, she saw through her tears that her wrists were chained to what looked like a bedframe.

At least, they should’ve been her wrists, but her skin was a strange mixture of blue and green with a dash of yellow that seemed to pulsate and would also dash around as if they alive and trying to get somewhere.

And the gooey material between her fingers were still there, but the scales were gone.

And instead of her feet, there was only what looked like a fish’s tail from her waist down.

What the fuck’s happening to me? Please be a nightmare!!!

“You shouldn’t be so alarmed,” the voice continued, causing Lucy’s eyes to cut to a desk across from where she was chained. A grey-haired, bespectacled lady sat there, only the top half of her body showing over the desk.

“Where am I?” Lucy asked in a trembling voice, tears starting fall from her eyes. “What am I?!”

The woman looked at her in confusion.

Which only terrified and confused poor Lucy more.

“Didn’t your mother tell you?” The lady finally asked, looking at Lucy more closely, leaning back in her chair as if she was trying to figure out how Lucy didn’t know.

Didn’t know what!?

Terror gripped at her as the lady studied her silently and before she knew it, she was desperately trying to lunge forward…

….only to scream in agony as her muscles tightened and she momentarily went stiff before starting to shake.

Suddenly, she went limp and collapsed back on the bed, her eyes wide as she gasped for air, tears leaking from her eyes.

The lady lifted her finger off of a button, looking pale, eyeing Lucy like she would an eye a deadly creature that had her cornered.

“I-I’m afraid…” the lady whispered. “I’m afraid we have much to discuss…”

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Liebster Award

Was reading Keziah’s Liebster Award post (which you can read by clicking here) and saw that it was an open nomination, so here I go!

RULES:

  1. Thank the person that nominated you (thank you Keziah!)
  2. Answer the eleven questions he/she asked
  3. Nominate eleven more bloggers for this award (and notify them of their nomination)
  4. ask your eleven nominees eleven new questions for them to answer

THE QUESTIONS:

If you had to be a bird or turtle, which would you choose?

A bird.

Do you like sunsets or sunrises?

Both. They’re both so awesome and beautiful!😍

What is your personal opinion on mask-wearing?

I’m neutral. They’re fucking hard to breathe with, but they do serve a purpose I guess.

If you could outlaw anything that is currently regulated, what would it be?

Hmm…good question…

What is something that you are very passionate about that you want others to know of?

There is a few things, but one is to explore your talents and live your own life, not someone else’s idea of what they think your life should be.

How can I be praying for you?

Would rather not go into the details but just pray for God’s peace and joy and for His Will to be done.

What is your primary love language (Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Gifts, Acts of Service, or Quality Time… and if you don’t know, just check out the website, here. 🙂  )?

If me and my boyfriend lived a lot closer together, it would be all of them. But since we are in a long-distance relationship and right now can’t hang out with each other in person, it’s just Words of Affirmation and Quality Time for us.

If you could have any job and still bring in enough for a steady income, what would you do?

Not sure.

What is your opinion on the subject of psychology as a whole?

*Shrugs* I think it’s pretty neat.

What is the funniest thing you’ve read this past month?

That would be a tweet from a guy who, while I can’t find the tweet to copy and paste onto here, said something along the lines of this:

“What my thirty years of existence has taught me ladies and gentlemen is this: that she can steal your food BUT you can not steal her food”

Which made me burst out laughing cause I’m not like that – I’ll steal his food and I’m quite happy for him to steal my food in return. Like a game XD

What is the most inspirational books you’ve read (the Bible doesn’t count…)?

Hmmmm…not sure, really. I know of inspirational songs, but not sure about books.

AAAAAANNNNNDDDDDDD…..

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Now for my nominees:

It’s honestly late at night for me, so I can’t think of any nominees – so I’m just going to nominate all who are reading this!

THE QUESTIONS:

  1. What do you think of Harry Potter?
  2. Do you think The Hunger Games could be a hint of our future?
  3. If you had to choose which would you rather be – Tony Stark or Dumbledore?
  4. What is your favourite show to watch on Netflix?
  5. What is your personal favourite conspiracy theory?

Can’t think of anymore questions, sorry.

Have a great day/night!

Untitled Poem #1

Maybe you weren’t a monster

Maybe you just didn’t know how to love

Maybe…I don’t know

I don’t know what to think anymore

Was I wrong?

Were you right?

Have I been the dumb idiot you said I was all my life?

Cause you scream and shout and give unfair blame

And then claim you love me and that I should be ashamed

And you do act like you really are trying to do what’s best for me

Was I wrong? Was I blind to something I just couldn’t see?

Or am I right?

And you’re pretend love is just my kryptonite?

That you really are a manipulating narcissist

And am just full of shit?

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Twisted

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It hurts to remember

How we used to be

Laughing and smiling

Before I knew of the monster you’d truly be

I wish I could go back

To when I was loved

Instead of trodden on

And away I was shoved

Why would you do that?

What did I do wrong?

I wish it was all a dream

The monster you’ve secretly been

How did I not see it?

Realise the truth

From the tears Mama would cry

And the fear we’d have of you

What happened to the love you said you had?

What about the promises of things just you and I would do?

Do you realise how much you’ve broken me?

And shattered my trust for all eternity?

How do I undo?

All the pain you put us through?

Why are you still here?

Just leave us alone

And let me undo

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Image found on the Internet.

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Run, Child, Run

So I stumbled across this short story challenge from last year and I thought I’d do it, even though I’m kinda late for it, lol! I don’t know if there is a word limit to this or not, but I don’t really care, I’m just going to give it a go XD

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Old abandoned, boarded up two-story home in autumn woods at sunset

Clutching the teddy bear, little Mavis stood in the centre of the living room, staring at the interior of the ancient, crumbling house with trepidation. Vines were slowly tangling themselves around and through the structure as if they were slowly trying to suffocate the building while paint pealed off of the walls like the tears that had fallen down her own face earlier.

“M-mummy?” Mavis whispered in a tearful voice, terrified to speak too loudly for fear the men in the black coats and the strange symbol on their arms would come for her like they had come for her family. “Mummy, are you here?”

She had promised she’d be here.

When the men with the strange symbol were banging on their door and demanding they open up cause they thought they were hiding Jews.

“Mummy, what are Jews?” Mavis had asked her mother.

“People. They’re people – they’re the guests that your Daddy and I have been taking care of,” Mavis’ mother whispered, her eyes wide and pale as she fastened Mavis grey coat.

“But they’re hurt, Mummy. They’re injured. And the old woman plays with me, what did they do wrong?” Mavis asked, terrified for her new friends. Her mother grabbed Mavis beanie and placed it on her daughter’s head and then slipped on the mittens.

“They haven’t done anything wrong, darling,” the mother said, picking Mavis up and heading towards the back door while Mavis father came over and kissed Mavis on the head.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered, slipping her her teddy bear, before heading down to the basement where the people they were helping were hiding.

“But, Mummy, if they haven’t done anything wrong, then why-“

“Hush, darling. You must go. Get out of here.” Mavis started to panic as her mother rushed her out the back and over to the back gate. “Climb the fence, Mummy can’t lift you.”

Mavis looked over at her mother who was starting to cough. Her mother had been loosing all her hair, and she was getting skinnier and skinnier. “Are you coming with me, Mummy?”

“Climb the fence, Mavis! Hurry!”

Hesitating for a moment, Mavis managed to climb the fence, her mother giving her a little bit of assistance here and there. Once she was over the fence, Mavis looked back to her mother. “Mummy?” she asked, a tearful plea for her to come.

Her mother looked at her as tears started to fall from her eyes. “I’m sick, love. Very, very sick. I’m not going to be able to come with you, not now. Go. Go to that old house that we played in last summer. Your daddy and I will escape. We’ll find you. We’ll meet you at that old house when I have my strength back.”

“Mummy-“

“GO!”

That was the only time her mother had ever raised her voice at her.

But it was enough for Mavis to turn and run, run down the back alley and through the back streets, tears streaming down her face the whole time. She had kept going to the old house way out in the forest where her mother had told her to go.

But her mother wasn’t there.

Mummy, where are you?

Mavis huddled up on the main staircase, pressed up against the wall, curled up into her teddy bear, too scared to explore the house anymore, waiting for her mummy and daddy to come out of one of the rooms and pick her up and cuddle her, assure her that everything was alright and that they could go back to the house.

She waited there for days.

But they didn’t come back.

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So, not sure if this made sense, but it was something that I wanted to try. Let me know what you think!

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The Change – Part 2

You can read the first part of The Change here:

The Change – part 1

I wasn’t sure about doing a continuation of it, but after getting a very enthusiastic request for more from a reader, I thought ‘why not?’ Hope you all enjoy!

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Gerald yawned as he removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes. I really need some coffee, he thought as he pushed his chair back. He went to sit up but ended up slumping in his seat. There wasn’t too much point in going to bed right now even though he was drowsy – he would just end up tossing and turning in bed for about two hours before he’d fall into a light and fitful sleep. That was a frequent nightly occurrence ever since he was diagnosed with insomnia about two years ago.

And it was a pain in the ass.

Just then, Britney Spears Hit Me Baby One More Time cut through the air as his phone started vibrating.

Glancing at his phone screen, he sighed and picked it up.

“Yeah?” He yawned again.

“Hit me baby one more time…” was screeched through the phone followed by vomiting noises.

“Knock it off, Amy,” Gerald chuckled.

He heard her chuckle before. “Oh man, you got bad taste in music, did anyone ever tell you that?”

“You every time you ring me.”

“Well, I’m gonna keep saying it until you listen – when are you ever going to change your ringtone?”

“To what? What could possibly beat the glory of Hit Me Baby One More Time?” Gerald smirked. He loved their playful arguments over music.

“Uh, Let It Go?”

Gerald laughed. “Oh good lord, now you’re going after me with kids songs??? Don’t you realise how pathetic Frozen is???”

“Excuse me!?”

Gerald smirked. Oh, this was going to be good.

Frozen happens to be a work of art – it brings me to tears!”

“You both are pathetic,” a new voice said with disgust.

“Oh fuck off,” Amy muttered. “I suppose you’re going to say that the Jurassic World movies are better than Frozen?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, they are,” was the confident retort. “They’re actual entertainment.”

“Love you, too, Swab!” Gerald called out to the guy that had joined in on their conversation.

“I still hate how you two call me that,” Swab grumbled.

“Well,” Amy whispered smugly. “If you hadn’t-“

“Yeah, yeah, don’t remind me,” he interrupted with a sigh. “So, anyways, you told Gerald why you’re calling him or do you two still need to have your old lovers argument AGAIN about how much you two disagree on movies and music?”

“We’re not in love, stop calling our playful bickering ‘old lovers arguments’,” Gerald replied.

“Mhmm,” was all Swab said.

“Anyways!” Amy jumped in, urgently changing the subject. “I’m calling cause the boss has said that your work assignment is due tomorrow at noon sharp.”

“But he told me it wasn’t due until next week! I need more time to finish analyzing and organizing all the data!” Gerald protested. “It’s not going to be ready in time!”

“Well, he’s apparently changed his mind. Says it’s imperative that it comes in tomorrow instead of next week.”

Gerald sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, though he wasn’t really one to swear too much. “Why didn’t he let me know himself? And when did he decide this?”

“He’s busy sorting out some other paperwork so he got us to, and he only just told us like two minutes before we called you,” Amy explained.

“You know what an asshole the boss is,” Swab said quietly. “You’re just lucky that you get to work from home most of the time, me and Amy are the ones that get stuck actually working with him in person all damn night.”

“Alright,” Gerald sighed. “I’ll brew up some more coffee then and…just get right on it.”

“Listen to all those songs of mine that I’ve sent you on Messenger that I know you haven’t listend to them yet cause you already hate my musical tastes,” Amy snickered. “That’ll aggravate you enough to keep you awake.”

“Very funny, Amy,” Gerald chuckled.

BANG!

Gerald screamed, knocking over his chair as he whirled around. “Owww!” he winced as he gripped his ankle that he had bumped against his desk.

“What’s going on?” Swab asked.

“I don’t know, let me check,” Gerald groaned in pain as he looked up. “Strange…” he muttered.

The window was wide open, some of the glass shattered on the ground. “The windows open…” he whispered into the phone. “And I had it shut and locked.”

“Is it windy? Shouldn’t be as there was no wind forecasted for tonight or anything,” Amy replied.

The curtains twitched a little.

Gerald tenderly hobbled over to the window, clutching onto whatever he could as he went as his ankle was too sore to try walking on his own for the moment. Reaching the window, he looked outside, not daring to stick his head out.

“Gerald?”

“There’s no wind,” he whispered as he bought his phone back up to his ear. “But I can’t see anyone or any sign of something being thrown in or anything that could’ve caused the window to burst open like it did.”

“You sure there isn’t anything? Take a good look around the room,” Amy instructed.

“Okay,” Gerald acknowledged as he turned around, hobbling around some of the glass before placing his phone on the edge of a nearby coffee table, turning it to speaker, and turned around, taking a good look. Other than the glass on the floor and his knocked over chair, there was absolutely NOTHING in the room. His computer was still on, open to his emails like they had been before the window burst open and…

Wait a minute.

He hobbled over to the desk, wincing in pain the entire time as he leaned in closer to the screen, taking a look.

“I hadn’t opened that e-mail,” he muttered to himself. “I was typing a reply to Mum when the window burst open, and I hadn’t exited off it when I went over to the email, so how…why is this one open?”

“What was that, Gerald?” Swab called out over the phone. “You dipped out, is everything okay?”

“Guys,” Gerald said as he turned around towards the coffee table, “there’s something strange with my e-mai-“

What???

His phone wasn’t on the coffee table.

“Guys!” Gerald shouted, trying to see where the phone was.

“We’re here.”

He jumped. It came from right beside him.

Looking to his desk, he found the phone lying there next to the keyboard.

I didn’t put it there…

Looking around the room, his eyes settled on the glass, that had been lying in shatters on the ground. Except now, it was arranged rather neatly in…in the form of…

Letters.

His blood ran cold when he read what it said. No…no, that was only a theory…

A sharp pain suddenly cut through his throat.

And everything went dark.

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