Devil's Word

Chapter 5: Strange man

Pain spread from the scalp to the skin of the neck and back, fear filled Emma's heart. She ran as fast as she could, trying to get out of this nightmare. The more she ran, the more her scalp felt terrible pain.

She felt that the person holding her hair was chasing her very close. After a moment, her scalp seemed to relax, she felt her neck cold from the nape of her neck spreading in. A hand as cold as ice had grabbed her neck. Cold fingers wrapped around the tiny neck of a seven-year-old girl.

Emma seemed to think that the cold from her hands was deeply ingrained in her skin, each claw gradually digging into the flesh of her neck. Pain radiates out, seemingly paralyzing all cells.

She screamed loudly, screaming like it was the last time she was alive. Death threatened her, causing her to scream in anguish and despair and fear.

Emma wrapped her arms around her neck, her hands feeling cold. The fishy smell hit her nose, like the fishy smell of her blood. Emma held her hand out in front of her face, her hands dyed red with blood, so cold it was fishy.

Her heart seemed to have been cut off by an artery. She looked behind. A woman without eyes, with deep black eye sockets dripping bright red blood. Messy hair fluttering and fluttering. On that woman was a ragged garment, as if she had been beaten with many whips.

Emma stood as still as a statue, ignoring the pain that was making her body slowly fade away. She didn't faint, just didn't move, her eyes were lifeless.

"Emma, ​​why didn't you come home last night and wander around here?" It was her father's voice, yes, her father's voice. Her father was shouting her name, scolding her for not coming home but wandering the streets in the dark.

Her father's voice seemed to bring her back from the dead. Only now did her eyes move, and her legs shook again. At this point, she returned to her normal state. She still couldn't get out of the shock just now.

Instinctively Emma raised her hands to see. White rose, clean and nothing. Nothing? Right. Her hand was completely the white hand of an ordinary girl. There was no blood, no fishy smell that hit the nose like before. She involuntarily put her hand on her neck to stroke and stroke her neck, but her hand was still as white as new.

"Hey Emma, ​​what the hell are you doing? Go home now." Her father had a pack of cigarettes in his hand, an angry look on his face, he took her hand and dragged her home.

On the way home, Emma couldn't stop remembering what had just happened. Her neck no longer hurts, her scalp is also normal. But she was still haunted, as if the woman's sharp nails were digging into her skin, not letting go.

On the way home Emma was like a lost soul. In her head, there was a horrible image of that woman and a painful feeling like she was about to die.

"Why are you two back together?" Her mother, who was plowing corn in the front yard, saw her and her father coming back, stopped her hand, brushed the dirt off her hands and stood up.

"I met her on the street." Her father's voice was not pleasant.

"Two parents and children eat at home." Emma's mother was about to go into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

"Wait. Emma, ​​why didn't you come home last night and stand in the middle of the street so stiff?" Emma's father's face was half worried, half angry.

"Yeah... I was just standing there watching the cat on the wall." Seeing her parents, Emma was able to get out of that terrible nightmare. In a split second, she came up with a rather believable lie.

Emma thought she was crazy, or autistic. She is like an abnormal person, seeing things that are not normal, feeling things that seem to be unreal.

She didn't have the courage to talk about this with her parents. At least people would think that she was still a normal person, able to live a normal life.

"Cat, do you know how dangerous our way home is at night?" Emma's father began to calm down but still had to teach her.

"I already know."

"In the future, go home quickly. Don't stop or stay anywhere."

Emma was ordered to take a shower and then come in for dinner.

That night she could not concentrate on doing her homework. Emma remembers a monk who said, "When you can't concentrate or are overwhelmed by some random problem. Sit in meditation, meditation helps you calm your mind, helps you increase your concentration."

Emma chooses the solution. That is to meditate. Of course, when she meditates, she will feel the voice of her body.

Emma reflected on a series of events she had been through recently. Today was the scariest and scariest thing she had ever encountered. But this time was far different from the previous ones. The ghost this time was a woman, a woman without eyes. It could have been that before she died she had her eyes gouged out, or she had no eyes at all.

But it had nothing to do with her that the woman came to her to do such things.

Emma thought she was crazy, possessed. Sitting in meditation for a long time, she still couldn't piece together the strange happenings.

She was able to concentrate more, although not much, but improved more than when she did not meditate.

Emma started doing the homework she gave her. She still had some moments of distraction thinking about these strange things, but she was able to move on.

When it was late at night, the homework was done. Emma cleared the desk and went to bed.

She went back and forth and still couldn't sleep. When the air was still, Emma heard the whispers of her parents in the next room.

Today her parents moved into the small room next to her to sleep, probably to make sure nothing happened to her.

But the two rooms are only separated by a wall. She could still hear every word her parents whispered to each other.

"Has his father found our Emma strange these days?" Her mother lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Yes, it's as often as a lost soul." Dad didn't want to wake her up either, his voice was also very low.

"His health has also deteriorated, and his skin has been pale and pale lately."

"I find it strange, it's quieter, different from the day before."

"I worry about it too much."

"His mother worries too much and becomes sick. Maybe it's time to grow up, thinking and personality have changed. His child is grown, we also care for him a little less. Let him be on his own. mature."

"But what if something happens to your child?"

"It's okay, mom, don't worry too much."

Across the room, Emma heard her parents' words and burst into tears. Her parents are worried about her, but she is unable to talk to them about her problem.

Emma was afraid she would go crazy one day. Tears were rolling down her chubby cheeks, her eyes glittering red.

After crying for a while, Emma fell asleep without realizing it.

Emma seemed to have unlocked the door again in her sleep. She seemed to have entered a hazy illusion.

"Hey Emma, ​​I!" It was a low male voice, a shrill cry echoing, the syllables hitting some smooth wall before reaching her ears.

Emma tried to open her eyes wide to see clearly ahead. She looked for the shadow of that man, she wanted to know who that person was.

She saw a white shadow fluttering in the distance, a blurry image, wavering like being at the bottom of a lake.

The more Emma tried to open her eyes wide enough to see clearly, the more eerie the image of the person was.

"Who is that person?" Unable to see, Emma could only ask herself, her heart fluttering every second.

When she first entered, she felt that her surroundings were covered with ice, freezing cold. But now she felt the warmth again, like being held in the arms of someone wearing a warm coat of feathers. This feeling she had never felt before.

"Don't try to see me, I'll disappear." That voice came again.

"Who is that person?" Emma averted her gaze, not trying to look at the person in the distance.

"You don't know me, I'm not the one you need to know. What you need to know now is: Stay away from places with lots of water. Don't go alone at night."

Then the person disappeared, the door of the illusion also closed.

Emma jolted awake, her small face dripping with sweat.

Someone in her dream warned her, why say those words?

The man's voice sounded like he was saying romantic words to Emma, ​​but Emma was only a seven-year-old child. How can that be realized?

Or maybe the man was teasing her. There was a possibility.