Cling!
Clank!
A bead of sweat rolled down at the back of my neck as I religiously washed the dishes. It was a hot noon. The house was silent except for the steady hum of the old electric fan in my room, lulling my sleeping brother to a deeper slumber.
Clank!
Glasses.
Spoons and forks.
Plates.
There was a click! Followed by the deafening silence. The fan was turned off. My brother was now awake.
Then my phone rang angrily. Very loud in the silence of the house and the stillness of the noon. I wiped my hands dry and went to my room, where my phone was on charge, to answer the call.
As I crossed the living room, I saw my brother headed to the main door. I asked him, "Where are you going, Adrian?"
My brother looked back and stared at me. Really stared at me. Without acknowledging my question, he turned his back on me, and went for the door. And he was gone.
If he weren't my brother I would have find it creepy. But I just shrugged it off. Afterall, my brother just woke up.
Then my phone rang again, demanding all attention. But the moment I entered my room, my heart skipped a beat as I forgot how to breathe.
My brother was there. Sleeping.
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Paranormal Shots
Paranormal"Humans believed themselves to be the only thinking creatures upon the earth." - Alex Flinn, Bewitching
