THE ORPHANAGE

Chapter thirteen

MARTHA’S POV

“Peter look I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately but all this might just be in your head just like it was happening to me too” I moved towards him and he stepped back

“No,  I’m tired of you trying to brush everything off like nothing is wrong, first it was that kid then you refused to tell me what threw you around in the hospital’s toilet and now that I’m seeing it myself you’re trying to call me crazy?” he ran his hands through his hair

“I’m not saying you’re crazy, I’m just saying it might all be in your head” I sighed, “so this cut is imaginary right? Or I did this just to prove a point to you?” his voice was starting to get loud and harsh

Now he’s just taking what I’m saying the wrong way, “peter please, you just need to rest for a while and maybe you’d feel better or something” I exhaled, I really feel bad for him

He’s been working twice as fast at his new job and with helping me with the kids, it hasn’t been easy for him and I understand that.

“stop it! just stop it!” he yelled and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, “where are you going?” I ran after him and he angrily slammed the door in my face. Wow.

He’ll come around, hopefully. I just don’t understand why things have been going sideways for us , we were doing fine and everything was going well till Kalian came in. he seems to be everywhere, eve in my dreams.

I’m not trying to say he’s the cause of everything but what if he actually is? What if peter was right about him and I’m just the fool for thinking everything would be okay with him around.

I mean it’s not a coincidence that after his parents dropped him off here, they died on their way back. And then he said they were meant to die anyways, he must have done something to them.

There’s something creepy about this kid and I’m going to figure it out before things get worse around here.

I walked upstairs to gather the kids laundry and try to wash them before they get back and I heard running footsteps in the attic. I dropped the laundry basket and opened the attic door. I poked my head in and I didn’t see anything.

I was about going back down when I heard laughing and giggling, I reached for the flashlight on the table shelf by the passage and turned it on before climbing into the attic.

Most of the things here don’t even belong to us, they belong to the previous owners and they never came back for it. we didn’t even meet them before we moved in, all our transactions was with the caretaker and I can’t remember the last time I came in here.

I used the flashlight to survey everywhere in the attic, and I saw a shadow run past the wall and I turned sharply. I swallowed before walking to where I saw the running shadow and a box fell from the top shelf almost onto my head before I moved away and it fell on the floor.

They were mostly pictures and different types of daggers and an occult book, I packed everything back into the box and was about taking them downstairs when I started feeling breathing on my neck heavy violent breathing that sent shivers down my spine. I froze still with the box in my hand and didn’t bother turning back.

The breathing stopped and I rushed downstairs, slamming the attic door shut as I hurried downstairs.

I poured all the contents in the box onto the center table and I sat on the floor as I went through them one by one. I opened the occult book and it was filled with spells and different types of rituals to conjure demons, they even sacrificed babies.

That means, the former owners of this house were Satanists, I think. I dropped the book and went through the pictures, the first picture was of the satanic church which I assume they attended and the second picture was that of three kids

The third picture was that of Kalian standing in front of a man and a woman alongside five other kids.

How is Kalian in a picture at my house?  Wait was this house an orphanage?  How is kalian in an orphanage? I thought his parents just brought him for the first time, they never said anything about him being taken to an orphanage before.