Everything is getting out of hand. So, in the end. Everyone will side to those people, even her mother.
"It is not about the lies that had been spoken, it is about the truth that was sealed that's why the truth is twisted." She muttered and sighed. Doesn't want to be in it all over again.
She still have 6 hours before midnight.
Her spiritual sensitivity is rising to its peak again. There are timed where it fluctuates and it allows her to still live normally. This world is filled with spirits and being someone who lives in the border line of those two realms. Who would like that kind of situation? The spiritual manifest in the physical because it is somehow connected and there is a barrier that separates the physical and the spiritual realm. There is still a wall that separates the realms and only those who can see, hear, smell, sense and feel are able to know the
She saw an old lady passing by, emitting tons of smoke out her body.
The same as her father's condition, 2 days before his heart attack. When he was experiencing all the chest pain and his whole body system is weakening.
'That old lady will soon depart" she thought, and sadly sigh. She hid an envious feeling inside her. No one would like to live a life where you are all alone. You wouldn't like living if that's the case. You can go on for another day assured that there is at least somebody or someone who is with you.
Unfortunately, her spiritual sensitivity is running wild again. Simultaneous to all her problems. Sometimes it was spontaneous, sometimes its cresting slowly like waves.
She needs to disregard everything for now and go home immediately. Then cancel the meeting with Liam. She's not sure she can reach the said place safetly.
She sent him an SMS message, waiting for his reply. Meanwhile, Liam is staring at the same messages on his phone without really moving a thumb or a finger.
He completely understand that this girl is still in doubt of his competence in protecting her.
"You won't escape my grasp" he muttered. "It took a lot to track you down. You're not leaving us again." His remarks.
Liam did not respond to her messages at all, meanwhile, she fell asleep while waiting.
In her dreams, she saw the broken thick glass fragments of the vast glass wall scattered all around the area. There an opening on the glass walls.
'Where is she?' She thought. She look around and never find her.
The heat of anxiety is slowly arising in her head from her chest. Her limbs felt cold in contrary to the sensation.
'It was successully invaded.' There's a voice whispering repeatedly.
She woke up feeling slightly unwell, frustrated. She was gasping air "What was that?" She muttered.
It was almost midnight, 11:36 to be exact. However, her concern shifted to the beating sound coming from her door.
It reminded her about her sister's experience once. There is a wooden part on the walls of her sister's room when they were younger. At midnight from 12 to 3pm. A knock can be heard that's why her sister is teriffied and kept the lights on.
Their brother plainly tease."It started knocking now, huh?", he said. And just like that they laugh the idea off but not for Debbie.
This world is aware of the supernatural and paranormal yet experience just a breath of it. For Debbie, that breathe is enough to make her start breathing.
Once, during those midnights of knocking. Debbie hid inside her room because she saw the being that was knocking her sister's wall.
The beating sound starts to get louder and louder. What will she do now? Escape through the window of her apartment. The perfect idea and the only choice she has.
She took her phone and then climb through the window.
Before there was nobody she can call but now she click the number under Liam's name. She have most of her coworkers numbers for work purposes.
'He is not answering' she thought. Leaving multiple miss calls to his phone.
Something huge was chasing her. Even how far or fast she'd go it was always steps behind her.
On the other hand, Liam stare at every miss calls that pop on his phone. His eyes look down from the top building nearby watching her from above.
The desperate figure of a frightened woman.
"She found her and they want her" he stated.
Liam's eyes once again glows and he jump off the building.
Meanwhile Deborah was still in the same situation. When a hand slid to her waste and took her.
She screamed, horrified, struggling to break free.
"Will you stop it" Liam said.
His words came like water to a fire and like a reflex after seeing and making sure it was him. She gave him a big embrace.
'You came, you bag of peanuts' she thought. No words came out of her lips, only the sound of her sobbing.
"You are not allowed to cancel plans" he muttered.
The clock struck 12, they surprisingly meet according to the schedule.
Debbie hates staying up this late especially when her spiritual state is active. From midnight to 4am was the noisiest time of her life. Now that everything is tangible. It will be like a purge to her. Morning from 5 to 6 is also a critical noisy hour because most people are already awake including the devil's children. Noisy and not in an audible way.
12 midnight to 3 or 4am was called the devil's hour, like it belongs to the devil. It was actually the time where demons scatter curses to the living, like sickness,and also the time to rob things. It is the same reason we sleep at night then wake up feeling bad in the morning. It was also the time where the heaven send their army to fight to unaware being like us who keeps making them loose because we love to do wrong things and we are proud of it.
The demons will take human inheritance, gifts, blessings, etc. Some will be after families with stored generational wealth or blessings. Planting vices in their routines or lifestyles to drain it all from their family line. Who cares what will they lose, right? It's their loss they can possibly replace it, right? Family blessings are not some wordly things that we can recover like money. Spiritual things doesn't always work the same in the world.
Debbie did not do any intervening. It is not like anyone would listen to her. Since people loves to do what they wanted to do especially the things that were planted in their system.
For Debbie who was living in the borderline. Would it be interesting to watch everything as it slowly happens both knowing and at the same time not knowing what would be the outcome?
Waiting it unfolds.
For example, a bully who keeps mistreating a prey yet that victim saw the predator being another prey to someting haunting them. Draining, milking everything from it in a unutterable way.
We can call it the Spiritual Ecosytem.
If she was not haunted it might be interesting. How those mocking and arrogance appears ignorant right infront of her eyes, like an object of a scientific study with a mind that thinks its a beast and having the illusions that it is on the top but in reality it isn't.