Devil's Word

Chapter 9: Misunderstanding

That night, Mrs. Sophie gave Emma Hatthaway a glass of milk to drink before going to bed.

"Drink enough, baby, go to bed early." Mrs. Sophie gave him the milk and just said yes.

Emma Hatthaway's gaze didn't improve much either. She was still scared, still moody, as if she had lost her rice book.

Emma Hatthaway finished her glass of milk and went to bed.

"Don't think too much, Emma Hatthaway! I'll protect you, go to sleep." A gentle male voice resounded in her head.

"Who?" She was just about to take a nap, about to think about the woman who had no eyes to hear when she heard a voice. She sat up.

She carefully looked around, she was afraid someone was in her room, or maybe hiding somewhere outside her house to scare her.

No one answered her, there was a silence.

Emma Hatthaway also listened to the voice. She did not think much. Immediately find a way to sleep.

It also took a long time for her to fall asleep. She tried to stop herself from thinking about that woman, but in her mind, she kept struggling with her figure. She worked very hard just to be able to sleep.

Today, she also changed her lying position according to what the doctor said in the afternoon. She relaxed the entire muscle mass of her body, lying in the correct posture.

"Hey Emma Hatthaway, do you have the guts to seek help today?" The voice of the woman without eyes echoed in her head, even though she had fallen asleep.

The woman was sitting on top of her, her left hand clutching her neck, but she didn't feel the pain she had experienced when she first met her. There's also no suffocating feeling like usual. This time was very different. Could the words of the other doctor have any effect?

"I didn't find anyone." When she said this, she put her hand over her mouth.

Unexpectedly, she was visited by this woman today, but she could tell that she was sitting on top of her. Her long hair often fell down and swept over her face. She didn't have eyes, she didn't know where she was looking.

But her face was wrinkled with annoyance, she must have been upset about something.

"You're not looking for anyone, don't lie. He's holding my right hand here. A handsome man in white. Overall, he's handsome but he's so stubborn." The woman's left hand tendon was protruding, as if it was squeezing her neck. But she didn't feel anything at all.

"I don't know that person." Emma Hatthaway denied it. She herself did not know who she was talking about.

"Unknown, there is no stupid ghost that crosses the road in trouble and goes to help. Besides, this is in your house. How did he know how to enter? Quick, where did you find him? " The woman leaned closer to her, her hand gripping even more as if she wanted to crush the small neck in her hand.

"I'm begging you, how can I know ghosts?" Emma Hatthaway's words and mind were bolder today. She was still afraid, but it seemed to her that being visited every night was a little familiar to her. That feeling of fear of wanting to die has eased.

"If you've asked for help from the ghost, then choose who to call for help. How can I beat a handsome man like this." There was a creepy smile on the woman's lips.

"I really don't know, but how can you see the other person's face?" Emma Hatthaway's heart beat wildly.

"I don't have eyes when I die, but when I become a ghost, I will see them, so when you hide my eyes, quickly return them to me to reincarnate."

"I didn't take her eyes." This is what Emma Hatthaway wanted to tell her for a long time, but only had the opportunity today.

"You don't even admit it."

"No, I didn't take it."

That woman started going crazy. She saw her kick into the air with her foot. Apparently kicking the man she spoke of, her right hand was released.

Emma Hatthaway couldn't believe her eyes.

Suddenly, she saw her hand move, she saw the woman leave her body. She stood in front of her with a wicked smile.

"You have to die to tell me, don't you?"

Now Emma Hatthaway could no longer speak.

Her arms propped herself up, it didn't take too long for her to be on the floor. The whole body seemed to no longer belong to her, she did not have any feeling, only saw her four limbs move, her legs began to walk.

It was so dark she didn't even know where she was going, a great fear rose in her heart, sweat beaded down her forehead. She only knew that she was following that woman, her surroundings were pitch black. The darkness covered her cold, she walked like that but did not see her dog wake up barking. What she is most looking forward to now is that her puppy finds out that she is walking around like that and barks. Her mother will find out and come to her rescue.

"Don't expect anything." The woman didn't turn around, continued walking straight ahead and told her so.

"And you, don't follow me and sneak attacks. I die before you, become a ghost before you, have more experience. You can't do anything to me." She looked to the side, her feet still walking. Hands are constantly dancing like giving out some right lines.

Emma Hatthaway's heart trembled as if it were cold, and tears fell from her eyes. If there was light around or just candlelight, her tears would glow like a meteor. Tears fell from the corners of her sad eyes. His eyes trembled with fear, lonely and lost.

The woman without eyes took her to the edge of the village pond. It was the shore of the pond where she slipped and fell last time. In this lifetime, perhaps she will never be able to forget this pond.

"Let's jump down there, down there, to enjoy the cool water. Enjoy the cold feeling to the bone, and then you will have your eyes to make up for me. You have to pay for what I have to do. " The woman spoke indignantly.

Her body didn't stop moving, it was almost at the edge of the shore.

Her tears flowed even more, she used all her strength to try to get out of the woman's control. But no matter how much she struggled, her strength was just meager strength, not touching her at all.

Her eyes had turned to begging for her, unable to speak, only begging with her eyes.

But a ghost that has filled up too much resentment, wants to kill her for revenge. It will never forgive her. Accept her plea. She still had a creepy smile on her face.

She was desperate, she remembered the words of the white man in her dream. Do not go near water, avoid lakes, rivers and streams. But now, she can no longer control her own body. A crazy ghost who does not know right or wrong has taken control of her body. About to drown her in that cold water.

Whatever comes will come, she fell into the pond. At the moment her body touched the water, she heard a male scream, not very loud, very pleading and begging. The sound was followed by another slurp as if something was also refueling after her.

She couldn't feel her whole body, but her windpipe couldn't take it anymore. When she regained the feeling of her body, her mind went crazy because she couldn't breathe.

In that dying moment, Emma Hatthaway felt an arm, a hug, tight around her body.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Although she didn't know who it was, in this situation, she could hear that sentence, her heart was comforted, and the fear seemed to have disappeared.

But it seems that God is playing tricks on her, feeling safe for no more than a minute. The embrace had escaped her body, she gradually sank to the bottom of the pond. Feeling hopeless, she closed her eyes.

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"Hey Emma Hatthaway, why are you lying here?" A middle-aged voice spoke loudly.

Hearing that loud voice, Emma Hatthaway gradually regained consciousness and opened her eyes. The light enveloped her, causing her to involuntarily narrow her eyes.

"What's wrong with you, you've been lying here early in the morning?" A neighbor leaned down to ask her.

"I don't know," Emma Hatthaway answered vaguely.

"Why are your clothes so wet? Lisa, run back and call for Mrs. Rose to come here, her daughter Emma is very cold." The neighbor called out to Lisa in the back.

Two people helped her sit up. Her head hurt like a hammer. I don't know what happened, but it looks like she's still alive. Emma's breathing was steady, everyone was her acquaintances. It looks like she's not dead yet, but somehow she's still alive.

"Are you cold?" Mrs. Rose took out a large handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around her.

"Did you see me lying here?" She looked around. It was on the road, the way past the pond. The pond remained without a ripple on the side.

The pond she had just slipped into, and now she was mysteriously lying on the shore. So who saved Emma? Leaving her lying cold on the shore like this? These questions are not only Emma's questions, but everyone's questions.

"That's right. I'll get sick like this. The water was so cold that I went to take a bath, and I fainted on the shore. Lucky I got ashore and then fainted. If I fainted in the pond, I wouldn't be off now. the whole network." Mrs. Rose took her hand and rubbed it as if it was transmitting warmth.

“Swimming? Did you say I swam in the pond?” Emma couldn't believe it.

People think that she swam in the pond and then it was too cold to pass out? Emma wasn't crazy, she was completely sane when she got out of here. Just don't know what force pulled her into the pond. But Emma couldn't say she was dragged into the river.

"That's right, if you don't swim, you won't get wet like this."

When Emma heard Mrs. Rose's answer, she too fell silent. Silence to think through the series of problems that she has encountered recently. It's really scary.

Emma Hatthaway was completely insane. At that time she thought she was no longer alive, but until morning she still lived next to the pond. When Emma was in the pond, that feeling of suffocation was real. She was sure she had experienced that feeling. But now everything Emma went through was like a dream.

Who saved her? Who? Probably the man in the white shirt. But obviously, that person had let her go at that point, letting her sink to the bottom. Recently, she kept seeing two men. But she has a feeling that the man in white is very kind and always helps her. And the man in black is very mysterious, giving her a cold and creepy feeling.

In the end, what is this? The more she thought about it, the more her head constricted, like she was trying to remember something that didn't exist in her memory.

"My God! It's me! Why did you come out so early in the morning?" Sophie rushed over, her face pale. "As a mother, I want to die since morning."

"I don't know why I'm here anymore." Emma's mind was still reeling, seeing her mother coming. She wanted to cry but couldn't.

Emma was really afraid, afraid that she herself would die, would leave this world. But right now, she was alive, alive in her own astonishment.

Sophie rubbed the top of her head, as if to make sure she was intact and unbroken.

"Thank you, Mrs. Rose and Uncle Tom." Sophie turned to thank the two who found her. "Also baby Lisa."

"Hurry and bring Emma back to keep her warm. She's very weak. But watch her carefully, it's dangerous to sleepwalk on the street." Mrs. Rose urged her mother.

Sleep walking? Mrs. Rose said Emma was sleepwalking. Emma was struck by lightning, unable to believe her ears. But Mrs. Rose thought she was sleepwalking.

"Yes. I'll keep an eye on it."

Her mother took her home. On the way back she was as lost as a dead person. Like remembering when she was being controlled, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest to find another owner. Inside her body it was like being broken every day, the heart was also weak, it needed to rest.

"You're not sleepwalking anymore, you're sleepwalking?" Sophie asked jokingly, but her eyes were worried.

"No, I don't know. I still had sleep paralysis last night. It still feels very uncomfortable, it still hurts. It hurts so much that I can't breathe, I think I've suffocated to death."

"From today when you go to sleep, I will lock your room. Just in case, something like today. Sleepwalking can't be cured, so I have to use it."

"I'm not sleepwalking."

"Hurry up and take a bath and put on warm clothes. If you get sick, you'll be miserable."

Mrs. Sophie paid no attention to her words, her mother watched her sleepwalk. And what she did was say that she was sleepwalking.

There was no point in talking anymore, she hid her heavy face to take a bath.

Previously, her mother did not believe in Lisa Nim's mind, she was not superstitious, nor did she care about Lisa Nim's mind. So it wouldn't be any use if Emma continued talking.

After that day, the whole village speculated that she was sleepwalking, sleepwalking to the point of taking her own life. The aunt's family was labeled as not taking good care of the child. Emma couldn't explain it, she and her parents just had to continue to endure the words coming in and out.

Today, Mrs. Rose came to the house to play.

"Is Mrs. Rose coming to play?" Emma's mother went to receive guests.

“Yes, I came to visit Emma. Have you stopped sleepwalking lately? Or maybe my family locked the door so I can't go out, so I don't go out at night." Mrs. Rose said.

"Thank you for your concern, but my grandson is no longer sick, he sleeps very well." Mrs. Sophie hated Mrs. Rose's words, but out of politeness, she had to respond.

"It's so hard to sleepwalk at such a young age. You should go find a fortune teller that can interpret sleepwalking for him. If you leave it like that, it won't be cured in the future."

"I told you she wasn't sick anymore, didn't you hear me?" Emma's mother began to lose patience.

“I was just reminded of the disease would recur. Why are you so difficult these days?"

"I'm sure there won't be a recurrence, if there is an outbreak, it won't come to find you. Please come back, I have work at home." Mrs. Sophie was so angry that she sent the guest back.

Emma Hatthaway heard everything but said nothing. Her family endured for a while, then people stopped talking. Every story has its ups and downs, so her story only surfaced for people to talk about for a while.

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(*): Sleepwalking is a sleep disorder belonging to the parasomnia family. Sleepwalkers often arise from deep sleep in a low state of consciousness and perform actions that would normally take place in a fully conscious state. These actions can be considered as benign as sitting in bed, walking to the bathroom and cleaning the house; dangerous levels such as cooking, driving, gesturing violently, grabbing imaginary objects or even killing people.