Devil's Word

Chapter 10: Many years later

Many years later.

Years before, Emma Hatthaway still lived with the feeling of sleep paralysis every night. She was no longer interested in the so-called psychological clinic. Over time, everything also becomes a habit. When we get used to it, it will become trivial and no longer scary.

The small Emma Hatthaway, the shaking shoulders of the old days were gone. Your Emma Hatthaway is now a teenager, entering high school. After all these years of living with fear and not daring to touch rivers, lakes or ponds, Emma Hatthaway is now different. She is strong, she is no longer afraid of the woman who has no eyes to visit her, she considers her as a friend who comes to her every night to confide in her.

But recently, the number of times she appeared seems to have decreased. She had only seen her once in a while, feeling a bit surprised, like the first day she met her.

But say it again, who gave her the privilege of being a ghost on earth for nearly ten years? She probably has that right in the demon world, too. After all these years, she persisted in finding Emma Hatthaway asking for her eyes because of a word from Uncle, who she said said she had taken her eyes.

The western heat is frustrating, frustrating. Going out a bit is a must to pour from head to toe to not be hissed by sweat... also, so no one wants to leave the house at noon.

The sun in my hometown is still the same for many years, still burning all the skin and flesh. People go to the field very early, so that they can return early to avoid the sun. There were times when Emma Hatthaway wondered why she wasn't born in the North, so that she wouldn't have to put up with this scorching sun every year.

But she hadn't thought about how cold it felt in the North, Emma Hatthaway's thoughts were still very simple and small.

One afternoon under the scorching sun outside, her parents had been away from work for a few days. Only Emma Hatthaway was at home. She had also entered high school and was able to take care of herself, so her parents were less worried. quiet when away from home.

Emma Hatthaway with two kittens and a puppy hid in a small loft in a shack. This loft is the coolest place in her house.

After sitting for a while, a friend from a neighbor's house came over to play, Lisa Nim's friend sat on a chair, waving a fan.. The sound of the fan sounded like it was coming from the wild. That fan was from her grandmother's time. It was worn out, old and full of wounds. There is also sticky tape on the top of the fan.

Emma Hatthaway was lying flat on a nine-inch baby bed, so small, but looking closely, it was still wider than a loft with a mess of this and that.

"Are you still watching this, Emma Hatthaway? Like my mother." Lisa Nim is talking about the movie on TV.

"My family is poor, I can only. If I don't watch this channel, I can't watch it. So I can watch all the movies on this channel. There is no other way." Emma Hatthaway pouted in reply.

Her TV and receiver would probably also be listed as antiques, and it's a blessing to be able to watch it, let alone watch as many channels as the neighbor's TV.

"Come over to my house one day and see for yourself." Lisa Nim smiled and said that, she was saying that Emma Hatthaway's TV was boring. Lisa Nim turned to knitting. It was sunny like fire, but she knitted and prepared to sell for winter.

"Why knit so early? Who buys it now?"

"Last year I hesitated, but I sold a little. This year I have to knit early to contribute a lot, and earn more income."

Emma Hatthaway did not ask any more questions, she watched the television attentively, for there was nothing more interesting around her than the television.

Listening to the part of a male actor who committed suicide, Emma Hatthaway listened to the talented but gentle actor. Sometimes she even wished to find such a gentle and kind puzzle in the future. So, when I heard that he committed suicide because of love, how could he regret fate, regret being a talented person but use such a weak heart...!!!

In her heart suddenly arose regret, regret for an ideal model in her heart.

"Do you know this actress, Lisa Nim?" She turned to ask Lisa Nim who was still knitting next to her.

"No. Cinema is not my hobby."

"Handsome, good-natured, but weak-hearted." She clicked her tongue in exasperation.

"Life and death have a number, fate is destined to die today. No matter what happens, you must die." Even so, Lisa Nim's gaze and posture remained unchanged, her eyes still looking at the woolen yarns in her hands.

"Didn't you notice anything?" Emma Hatthaway gave Lisa Nim a sharp glance.

"I didn't notice, you shut up, I'm knitting the wrong part of the wool now."

While thinking about it, Emma Hatthaway had a feeling of lightheadedness. She tried to shake her head a few times but couldn't get rid of this uncomfortable feeling. It felt like she had just eaten up all of her dad's can of mulled wine.

Immersed in a feeling of lightheadedness for a moment, the image of Lisa Nim sitting in front of knitting is a bit blurred, the sound of the movie playing on TV is still there, but there is a little bit of echo... keep hoping, each moment as if in a cave. Emma Hatthaway could barely feel the dizziness in her brain.

A little unsettled, Emma Hatthaway suddenly saw two figures approaching the small old bed she was lying on. It can't be called a dream because she can still hear the sound as well as see Lisa Nim sitting in front of her knitting... but the silhouettes of the two people are getting closer to me even more clearly. She was surrounded by a dense fog, a chilling sensation was transmitted throughout her body. It had been a long time since she had tasted this cold and fear again.

Realizing it was two black shadows that were getting closer and closer, their heads were covered with nothing but two shadows with unclear bodies... Emma Hatthaway was scared, looking at Lisa Nim who was still sitting there carefully knitting, as if nothing... she shouted as two shadows rushed towards her as if pulling her away.

Her heart at this moment seemed to stop beating, but no, it was still beating. Even beating fast.

"Lisa Nim, pull me back... Lisa Nim pulled me back, Lisa Nim... Hurry up Lisa Nim." Emma Hatthaway yelled and held out her hand to the bed rail in vain, because she felt a very strong force pulling me away, but Lisa Nim calmly knit as if nothing happened, like she wasn't watching. What do you see?

Her head was now filled with the echoes of the television, the blurry images in front of her eyes now seemed a little clearer.

Dragged down the bed, dragged to the stairs... a step, two steps... Swallow... Swirl.... the fan was still spinning. Tears, watery nose... she seemed to relax, now the only place for me to turn to for help is God... Yes ! Once you are stuck on the same path, confused and scared, the only place you think about is the invisible divine One. He always opens his arms, always hears and answers your prayers.

She was almost desperate, no one heard her screams. She hoped God would hear her words, her earnest prayers.

She mumbled the scriptures. Emma Hatthaway knew she was reading sutta after sutta in a panic... but she did. Our Father, the Hail Mary, the Salvation... all she recited in her head in the hope that God would hear her and save her.

She hadn't felt such extreme fear in years. Her mouth mumbled wildly, even she herself didn't know what sutra she was reading right now. But she still read, read to be less afraid.

Her body was dragged down the stairs, each bone and flesh collided hard and repeatedly with the wooden steps. She gritted her teeth to bear the pain. It felt like her back was bleeding, her flesh and bones had melted. A numbing sensation spread from the back to the top of the head from the pain.

Four steps, five steps... she was pulled to the ground floor when suddenly she saw a flash of light flash over her head.

Like a light of truth, a light of a divine God. It covered her whole being with that pure white light.

Startled while sweating profusely, her head slightly folded, Lisa Nim is still knitting, the TV is still talking about the previous article, she is still lying there, still lying on the bed as if nothing happened.. But there are still tears in my eyes.

What flaked out? Her body didn't show any signs of scratches or damage. The whole body was still normal, the numbing pain from earlier was now like having wings to fly, nothing left. She was still lying in the same position, everything was the same, except her thoughts.

"Hey Lisa Nim!" She was still scared, her hands were still shaking slightly, her eyes could not hide the fear.

"What's wrong?" Lisa Nim still didn't look at her to take the grave.

"Did you notice anything strange just now? For example, did I act strange strangely. Did you get out of bed?"

"No, what are you asking all of a sudden? You've been lying in the same place ever since. Even though I can't look directly at you, I can still see you." Lisa Nim frowned uncomfortably.

"Well then, keep knitting."

"You're crazy." Lisa Nim scolded Emma Hatthaway, then bent down and continued knitting as usual.

Emma Hatthaway alone is unusual.