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As the ray of the sun blinded her from the gloom surrounding this dusty attic. A prolonged high-pitchy voice echoed down the halls.
Her body was curling under the thick blankets, keeping it warm from the freezing cold, slipping through her veins. Her limbs were shaking from the chills, as her breath ragged.
It must be over negative zero degrees at this moment, as the windows were almost covered with the thick snow and could barely see the sun.
"Samantha, you little wench!" a grumpy voice of a lady was once heard again. This time it was more penetrating and unspokenly, scattered bluntly in the air.
The frumpy grumpy lady pushed the door open, she was holding a meter stick. Her hair was curly and yet it was all over her face. She was probably 150 cm tall, jewels were hung upon her neck and was wearing a black loose dress.
Samantha stood quickly out from the sheets, despite the struggle to find warmth within the chilly weather that seemed to be wrapping around her body.
"You little snitch! You stole the magic ball from my cabin!" the lady's brows lifted, as her face was rushed with fever in redness. Unlike her lovely little freckles sitting calmly above her nose, her emotions were like a fiery ball of fire ready to burst.
"Aunty, why do you care so much about that useless little thing?" she scratched the scalp of her head, trying to gain clarity and proper consciousness with her Aunty's commotion early in the morning.
The lady swayed the meter stick and hit her ass, well at least she was frail enough to hit her hard.
"What nonsense are you saying? That ball contained a million year old evil spirit!" Samantha hissed in disbelief, she couldn't believe after all this time her Aunty still believed in fairy tales told only in the books.
Although, for the fact that the lady was a seànce- "a con" she presumed. And yet, that doesn't make any single reference to a creditable fact from a fictitious belief.
"Connection with spirits, ghosts, whatever. I can't believe you're still brainwashed by these indespicable beliefs. It's just a myth, nothing is ever real," a handful spank on the head moved her body an inch from her current post.
"Shameless child! If that spirit evaded the spell that has been shielding the world from danger, you're dead. Remember that!" the lady stormed out from the dusty attic, her steps were heavy enough to indicate her exasperation.
A stir of mockery ran over her face, as she pulled out a violet glass ball from her drawer. In a first look, you would be able to conclude its lack of importance and dull appearance however, the more you stare at it, you'd be able to notice it's changes. It gleamed and the normal ball that was mediocre a few moments ago, suddenly changed and looked totally like a piece of a galaxy in hand. It changed its hue, and the shimmering effect reflected upon her misty eyes.
Her heart throbbed rapidly, as she was startled from what she divulged. Out from an intense consternation, her hand propelled in a sudden forward motion making the ball glide towards the edge of her hand.
The time seems to slow down the moment the magical ball dropped out from her hand, and like the sky in a raging storm that's what she's feeling inside. She knew what her Aunty told her was just a brief description of a scheme in deception and ruse and yet, it's an indescribable feeling she perceived.
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The Solace Solitude
Short Story(A Short Story) Spirits were afflicted by a boundary that separates them from reality, some were gifted to have connection with the world of the dead. However, young Samantha disregarded this assumption by the fact that none of it seems to be real a...
