THE ORPHANAGE

Chapter Twelve

PETER’S POV

I slid under the car and tried to fix where the fuel leak was coming from, I would have taken this to a Mechanic workshop but they’d just charge me extra for something that I can actually do myself.

I was tightening a bolt with my wrench when I noticed a pair of feet standing over the car and I slowly dropped my wrench and tried to tilt my head carefully without hitting my head on the engine.

I slid out from under the car and I didn’t see anyone there again, I slid back under and reached out for my wrench but then it’s gone. My hands kept scouring the floor for it but it wasn’t there. I slid back out and saw a middle aged man standing by the garage door holding a hammer, he dashed towards me and my eyes widened. I blocked my face with my hands and he vanished.

I hurriedly got up and I looked around, he wasn’t anywhere. I tried to run out of the garage and the door slammed shut trapping me inside.

I looked around maybe there was something I could use to lift the door, I noticed a dark liquid rushing towards my legs. It’s the fuel from my car. I slowly moved away from the door and my eyes caught the sight of something crawling on the walls, my breath quickened and I turned sharply. It’s just a spider, I turned back and a hand grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up in the air.

I struggled and held my neck hoping I’d get the hand of what’s trying to strangle me, it threw me at the box of tools on the other side of the wall and I fell and slammed my head on my wrench. Damn where the f**k were you!

I grabbed a hold of the wrench and got up swiftly, at alert I moved back slightly looking from left to right, I looked right again and I saw kalian standing in front of me

“Kalian? How’d you get here?” I whispered and he just stared at me, “come here kid” I reached out to him and he just walked towards the garage door

“Kalian!” I whispered loudly and followed him, he suddenly disappeared. What the f**k is going on?

I looked around and I saw Martha standing beside my car, “Peter what are you doing here?” she asked

“Babe? Thank Goodness, how did you get in here? Anyways Kalian just vanished and everything is just weird, I don’t know what’s going on?” I walked towards her and stopped abruptly when she dropped on the floor and started to cough

“Martha, Martha are you okay?” I rushed towards her and she kept coughing, she stopped and I tilted my head to catch a glimpse at her face

She raised her hair up and something grabbed her by the hair and I moved back quickly, it’s the same middle aged man. He raised up a dagger, “No no” I begged

He buried the dagger in her head and my mouth fell open as I fell on my knees and he walked towards me, “No please stop!” I yelled and blocked my head with my face

He cut me with the knife and I yelped in pain, the garage door opened and Martha rushed in, “Peter!” she yelled as she dashed towards me

“what? What happened to your hand? Why are you locked up in here?” she held me by the head and I got up as I stared at her in shock, “i-I thought you were dead” I touched her face as my hand kept bleeding onto my jeans

“Dead? Wh- just come in” she helped me up and we walked in

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I remained silent and kept staring at her as she wrapped the bandage around my hands, she kept looking at me in between the wrapping. “you’ve just been staring at me, aren’t you going to tell me how you got trapped in there and how did you even cut yourself” she finished and sighed as she folded her hands

“there’s someone in the house, he did this to me” I said faintly, “someone? Peter we’re the only ones at home right now and the kids have gone to school so I don’t understand what you’re talking about” she shrugged

“you can deny it all you want Martha but we both know there’s something really wrong in this house and I – I don’t even know why Father Matthew hasn’t come to sage the house yet” I complained

“Look, have I been going through some weird s**t? Yes! But that doesn’t mean we’re being watched or haun…” before she could finish the flower vase in the living room fell and shattered into pieces and we both rushed in.

“if there’s nothing really in here then explain this vase shattering by itself” I pointed to the vase, “peter, just stop being ridiculous . it might just be a coincidence” she tried to brush off  the fact

“So you’re trying to say I’m crazy or what?” I arched a brow.