Lost and alone, I was treading on complete darkness. I didn’t know where was I or where would I be going. I was simply walking probably in circles as all I could see was nothingness. Then bright, white light came rushing like a speeding ten-wheeler truck, and my eyes went blind but my arms went up instinctively to protect myself.
When I opened my eyes, I soon realized I was in that cursed bedroom of Luther’s parents, specifically behind the curtain where I hid before. However partially dark it was with the lampshade offering a fading yellow light or the fact that I had been there twice or thrice only, but, for whatever reason, it seemed to have engraved on my mind. The golden embellishments and floral wall that was nothing but dull, and the canopy bed with its white gauzy curtain spread a
