GHOST

chapter 3

Chapter III

My father responded with fear of the situation:

- How can I do it? It's no use telling them to do that.

She told him in the imperative form:

- You are the first of them. You do not want anyone related to religion in your house, no matter what your religion is..and the paper under your hand is put in water and repeat on it (Sumnar, curse us, come back, pass our floor, come back)

- And everyone in your house drinks from it after you remove the paper from the water, and you put the water on anything so that its color disappears.. and I don’t want to hear any other answers or questions.

She said the last sentence and my aunt quietly began to return to normal again. She trembled for a moment, her eyes returned to what they were and her voice also returned to normal, but she could not ask my father about a single word of what was said, but he was the one who asked her:

- What did you do?...

She interrupted him and said:

- It's not me and I don't want to know what happened between you. You asked for something and I helped you with it. I will bear the consequences alone, go away, Magdy.

My father had a lot to say, but my aunt spoke sharply:

- I told you to go now, and don't worry if you feel that you are not alone.

He was still going to speak, and my aunt consulted him at the door of the apartment so that he would leave without her speaking again. After she extended her hand with the paper that he took without saying another word, he actually left the house feeling afraid, but his tongue was stuck and he was unable to remember any verse that would reassure him or even seek help. It helps him and relieves his heart of the fear he is in. I don’t understand what he is afraid of? Not even on what? This is an ungrateful man... My father was walking in the street, and because it was late, the road and the streets were quiet, but the sound of the footsteps behind him made him uneasy. Every now and then he looked behind him, but she was not visible in front of him. He returned home and was terrified inside him. My mother was awake at first. When she saw him, she asked him because he was not used to being late like this:

- Where have you been until now? It's not your habit!

My father replied:

- I was at an inspiration to check on her.

My mother laughed amusedly because this was also not normal:

- Is there good for you, will you wake up or sleep?

My father:

- Hanam.

My mom:

- Okay, I will wake you up at dawn.

My father:

- No, I want to sleep because I'm tired. Don't wake me up and I don't want to shower. Listen to the TV as much as you want.

My mother was still going to speak, but my father left her and went in without his clothes on and threw his body on the bed. He did not feel comfortable, and until he closed his eyes, he separated his mind from the world and began to enter into dreams with her. He saw her in front of him, frightening and terrifying, with dead white eyes and distressed features, as she said to him:

- Do what is required, in order to obtain what you want.

In the dream, I was able to represent to my father the way in which we would drink the magic that was being done, as if what I did was an alarm clock for my father, who woke up from his sleep and moved like a robot, and although the dawn call to prayer was calling, he was not awake to pray. We were all actually sitting outside in the hall that day. We are watching TV. I did not tell you that our day is our night and our night is day. My father entered the kitchen while we were busy and we were surprised that he did not go to the bathroom to perform ablution. My mother said:

- You find the water next to him is finished and he starts drinking.

We grew up and continued watching him until we found him outside after a while with a tray of juice.... Strange, very strange. Do you understand what my father means when he comes in and makes juice for all of us? Do you know how this hurts his heart for the resources he uses? We were all going to school and forgot about the movie, and Dalia said to him:

- What is wrong with you, Dad? Are you an eye or what? Who is this juice for?

My mother responded and said softly:

- Are you going to name us, man, or what? You are not comfortable.

My brother replied and said:

- Is this expired, dad?

Before I or my other brother could speak, my father responded and said:

Drink your saliva, and be clean. Instead of removing it from your feet, throw it in the basin.

Of course, because we are not accustomed to this, and because the chance of someone drinking in the house is something that dilutes the stomach, it was an opportunity for us. Almost all of us drank it once so that he would not speak back and speak to himself. It was extremely calm and strange, but of course this had an explanation for us and we told it to each other afterward. As soon as he took the tray in front of us, he went in to wash the cups in it, and as he left his room as he had returned to it, he closed the door behind him and went back to sleep. My mother said:

- The man is dreaming. If he knew what he did when he woke up, he would not be far away from it.

Dalia laughed:

- Don't be a slanderer, my friend. You don't like anything?

I replied, surprised:

- It's strange in origin, Dalia. Your father wakes up from his sleep to make us juice!! This is not even tea or hot water, just juice, my daughter.

My mother said:

- No one thinks about him when the day comes, it is better to get this juice on us. Come on, when I get up to pray, it is true that when he is healthy, what made him not pray?

Dalia:

- Let him sleep better, instead of thinking about what happened and going out, he was thinking of a dream and it was a party.

My mother laughed and went to perform her ablution, and then I went to her room and did not come out of it until the next day. I sat with Dalia and my sisters, pulling themselves up one after the other until the day came. I also do not know what prevented me from praying, and this night passed as normal. The strangest thing about it was what my father did. The second day we woke up, everyone went about their day as they do every day. None of us even knelt once, and the strange thing is that none of us commented on this. We treated it as if this was normal. This was the night I went down to stay up with Basma, and this was the night my mother came down to yell at me. And I went out and found her sleeping next to me, and from here all the events happened. I woke up and what happened happened and I learned from my father that my mother had not gotten out of bed. She went in unusually and fell asleep early and I did not wake up until the next day. At that time I felt inside myself that something was wrong. I didn’t Is it possible that he is preparing for me...what exactly is he preparing for me???? Did she come down and upset me, or was she in my bed? Or did she sleep next to me as much as I slept myself? I wanted to speak up and say that I was sure of what I was saying, but I didn't want to be rude because I didn't want to be rude in the morning. I said it to myself to convince myself to be silent:

- Come on, you may have been dreaming, what do we have to do?

I went into the bathroom and took a shower, but I did not feel that I was alone in the bathroom. The bathroom was very cold, unusually. I felt that there were watching eyes in it, but I did not see them. It was just a feeling for the first time that I felt. To be honest, although I love horror movies and the world of spirituality, with its good and bad, this is the first time. I feel this way, despite my attempts to reach their special needs, I always fail, and perhaps because of my desire to reach them in the first place, I did not feel afraid of these fantasies of mine. I treated myself very normally and went out to my room. I grabbed my phone and started talking to my friends. Then my day began as usual. Of course, Dalia is not busy. She doesn't care about anyone other than herself, unless she just wants to bring the world together. This is the thing that makes her talk to those around her. Iman was staying at my uncle's house, not spending the night with us at home, and I was sitting talking. He called Dalia on the phone and I heard her saying:

- That's it, okay, I'll go and meet you. The important thing is to get me something good.

I knew that Dalia was coming down, and of course my mother went down to sit with my uncle’s wife for a while.. The root of all good things is with my uncle downstairs, and it is almost like a big house, so everything gathers in it. I found myself sitting in the house alone after everyone had gone down and finally I did not feel calm except when I was alone, and at that moment The light went out in my room, but I went out and stood intentionally:

- You were looking for us a lot.

I was overcome with fear and was trying to seek refuge in God. When I met her, she said with a warning:

- Why did you get your period when you are afraid?

I was literally shaking, the thought of someone suddenly appearing to me like this with these terrifying features and this frightening voice, something is not normal and human beings cannot treat it as normal. I laughed very loudly, not knowing how, no one heard him, and I found her saying:

- You are the most suitable path for me. You have the greatest energy of malice, hatred, and hatred towards everyone around you, and that is why you are my path.

I was trying to rub my eyes, trying to walk closer, maybe I was hearing and seeing something that wasn't real, but she was standing there watching me, and I couldn't say anything, but she said:

- I am Nawoudi, the maid of the underworld, and I am coming here on a mission in which you will be my subordinate.

I wanted to talk, but she told me:

- Okay, I will let you talk.

In less than a moment, I found her appearance transforming, and in the midst of black vapor, she suddenly appeared and disappeared. She was changing from this frightening image to an image... to an image of Dalia, my sister... who was standing in front of me at this moment, Dalia, my sister. It was not her. I found myself struggling to say it nervously. :

- Dalia!! Are you crazy? How did you do...

She interrupted me and said:

- Naaawoodi, you can not feel afraid and speak and listen so that we know the next steps. Whether you like it or not, you are the way for me in your world.

I shook my head in agreement for Anas to listen to her, but my voice did not come out. She spoke and began to tell me everything that happened, which I told you at the beginning. She told me that she was the one who was sleeping next to me the night before, and she told me at the end:

- The evil inside you that you can manage with your appearance and lying is what will finish the job quickly. You and the one inside you are worse than everyone around you, and that is why I found that you are the easiest path.

I tried to deny it and say:

- Sparks... I'm goo... Gooway.. Ahhh... Sparks?? No..no no.

She interrupted me and said:

- Inside you, and you know, you are a deceiver, a traitor, and a sinner, and even major sins do not pass through your hands. So, I will need someone else to help me in the human world as long as you have all the qualities I need?

Her words provoked me as much as I was afraid, but I tried to attack her and oppose her in what she was saying. As soon as I moved and took precautions to prepare to confront her, I felt a force that pushed me to my place again. My mind flopped around in the wall, and I did not feel myself except her.....