MY CHRISEVE VISITOR – Chapter Three

MY CHRISEVE VISITOR – Chapter Three

Written by Jessica Duru

 

Hazel woke me up and I found myself tied to the dining chair—with Christmas lights.

“Christmas lights? Really?”

“Oh, baby, you know how I love the holiday tradition,”

I could only chuckle as she went on.

I was weak to think how I was able to survive the roaches invasion.

Remembering Miranda and the awful way she was squashed, a tear broke free, rolling quietly down my face as I gave a soft sigh.

She would have been spared if she was nowhere near me. This is all my fault.

“Oh, no, no, baby. It’s not your fault at all.”

I gasped, staring at Hazel. “How did you…?”

“Of course I can read minds!”

“But the author never made it that way,”

“Oh, there are some things you wouldn’t understand,” she said. “But there are some you need to know.”

I watched with brows arched. Seeing her move in the opposite direction, I wondered what she was going to do.

“Do you have a knife?”

I sat dumbstruck. “A what?”

“A knife. I’m sure you heard me right.” she said with teeth clenched.

“What—what do you want a knife for?”

“You’ll see when I get it.” She disappeared into the kitchen.

“Damn. There are some things I need to understand,”

“Found it!” she reappeared, showing me the knife she found.

“A butcher’s knife?”

She signaled to me to shush.

Getting my lips sealed, uttering no word, I watched her come to me, hoping she wasn’t going to use the knife on me.

Seeing her lower it, making it almost touch my face, I shuddered and yelled, holding my breath back, as she gave a mad laugh and withdrew. “You should have seen your face,”

I asked again, “What do you want from me?”

She placed a finger on her lips and thought with a hum. “Well,” she got her lips void and made to say, “I just really love tasty bloods that catch the eyes.”

“But I was nice to you,”

“You were being nice cause you thought you could get inside my pants.”

“What?”

“Yes… Jacob. I saw the way you were looking at me.” she rolled seductive eyes at me, running her fingers on the edge of the knife. “Am I really attractive?”

I scoffed. “You? Attractive?”

She aimed the knife at my chest.

“Ah!”

“I swear, Jacob, you really don’t know what you’re in for—” she said, making towards me, with her shoes making click-clack sound.

“A nice way to treat your fan, huh?”

“You’re no fan—” she pulled the butcher’s knife out as she said.

“I was a fan,”

She smirked. “Well, what happened now?”

My mind went back to when I was nine:

“Daddy, can you buy me another series of the slayer queen?”

“Jacob, you know your dad can’t buy you that…”

“But why?”

“That book’s not for you to read. I wonder why you keep reading it and getting yourself so engrossed!”

“But mum…”

“Jacob, your mom’s right. You should be reading healthy things and not stories to get your imaginations all tied—”

Mom and dad had stopped me halfway. I was one who loved scary tales—reading the slayer queen then was a good way to show my friends that I was ready for anything.

Hazel Dardar was top notch. Everyone in 8th grade, who was a fan of horror, knew her for what she was.

Then I was in 4th grade, but had already gotten intrigued by horror stories and looked forward to writing one myself.

Maybe it was my obsession that got me into this. Maybe—just maybe.

“So why did you stop being a fan?”

I groaned at the stinging pain brought about by the butcher’s knife. “Hm?”

“You made use of past tense, meaning you’re not a fan again,”

I said, “Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

She licked her lips on hearing me. “Ah, so that’s how you wanna play?”

“Answer my question,” I coughed, looking down at my chest. I could see the blood perfectly; didn’t need a seer telling me that I was going to die if the wound was left open for long. “Hazel, you have to treat me.”

“Treat you?”

“I’ll bleed to death if this wound’s left untreated.” I coughed again, letting blood trickle out from the side of my mouth.

Groaning again, I tried to wiggle free; a sharp pain cutting across my chest as I cursed under my breath.

“Huhahaha!”

I couldn’t understand any of this.

Was Hazel real?

Was she unreal?

I needed someone to clear my mind.

“That’s right, baby. This is exactly what I want you to think.” Hazel’s voice came invading my thoughts, as I wished to awaken from this horrible dream.