12: Some Stupid Lecture.

LEYLA'S POV:-

After a crazy weekend with Kurt and his friends and my friends, we came back home. Kurt dropped me back with a promise to take me to Oregon next weekend. He decided we had to go to Oregon for our first date. It was Monday again. I could not believe how fast the week went. And the weekend was faster. I was in my office when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen then gave my father a pleading look. Dad smiled then signalled me to take it. I grabbed my phone and stepped out of dad's office. 

I walked towards the meeting hall and picked up the call. "Took you long enough. What were you doing? Why did you pick up my call this late, Leyla" I was bombarded with questions as soon as I picked up the call. An annoyed look appeared on my face as I heard his stupid questions.

"I don't remember that we were in a relationship. And because of that I have to answer all of your questions. What is wrong? Why did you call me?" I answered in an annoyed tone. I heard a sigh from the other side of the line.

"I am texting you an address. I am waiting for you there. Come and meet me. It is important." He spoke again. In a low tone this time. I hung up and waited. In a minute, my phone pinged. As I looked at the screen, I was tagged with a location. I sighed and went towards my dad's office to get my bag and my car keys. As soon as I entered the office, my dad's eyes were on me. I sighed and busied myself, collecting my stuff. 

"Dad, I am going to meet some friends. I will be back in no time. Can you handle everything by then? Please, dad!" I informed him and he chuckled. 

"You can go. Have fun. I am not burdening you with work right now. You are just learning for now. You can go whenever you want. Just be here by the time of the meeting. Don't leave me with those suckers alone." Dad replied to me in a calmed tone and I giggled. I nodded my head then I stepped out of the office. I walked towards the elevator. As the elevator arrived, I stepped in and punched the button for parking. 

The elevator carried me to the parking lot. I quickly hopped into my car, started the engine and drove off. As I was already tagged with the location and it was not very far away from my dad's office, I pulled over within an hour in front of a small house. I stepped out of the car and looked around. I found him standing in front of the house. I walked towards the small house. I could see that it was not any ordinary house. I could see guards in front of the house. Scientists and archaeologists were working inside the house. The house had a sign board of government property. It all looked very fishy.

"Speak up! I am not here to waste my time on you anymore. I have an important meeting to attend." I asked him in an annoyed tone while looking at the house. He sighed and signalled me to sit. With a poker face, I glared at him. He shrugged his shoulders then he sat down on the stairs.

"I called you to show you this house. It belonged to a primary teacher. Her name was Alina. She used to be just like you. Same beliefs. Same life. Same problems. The only difference between Alina and you is that you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth while she was born in a middle class family." He started his lecture as always and I rolled my eyes at him. He was annoying and I hated him.

"Marcel, it was a long time ago when you used to be the teacher I respected most. But now, you are nothing but a bully to me. You called me here to show me some stupid house. Stop with the boring lectures and come to the freakin point. What do you want? Why did you call me here?" I almost yelled at him in an angry tone. People turned around to look at us but I did not care. I was already known as the freak of the town. What else could have happened. That was what I thought. 

"I called you here to tell you the story of Alina. She was just like you. She also believed in heaven and hell. In angels and demons. Her students told the police that she could see ghosts. Not in dreams, she could see them with her naked eyes. She was a great teacher. She used to teach history in a school." He started telling me a story about a teacher. As I was told, the house belonged to that teacher.

"Alina Dickinson was living a happy life. Her students were crazy about her. No one ever missed her lecture. Even though she was a history teacher. Everything was perfect in her life. Until one day, she stopped coming to school. A week, she was locked inside of this house. Her neighbors told the police that she did not even look out of her windows for a week. She did not get her mails. She did not even answer the door if anyone went to check if she was okay." Marcel kept going and I was listening to his story carefully. Even though I had no interest, I decided to let him finish first.

"A week later, she went to school. She looked exhausted. She looked messy. Her hair and her clothes were dirty. She did not even bathe. It was the very first time when she was in that kind of messy condition. Otherwise, she was a very decent and disciplined teacher. In every class she went to, she was shaking the children and telling them that ``the end is near``. The children got scared of Alina and the school called the police." He added and I kept listening patiently. I wanted him to finish. But as always, he was stretching it.

"The police arrested her. They asked her students and her neighbors. They all said the same thing. That she was a loving, caring and disciplined person. She never spoke in a high tone. She never yelled at anyone. The school paid to get her checked by a psychiatrist. Turned out, she went crazy while searching for answers for the same questions you are running behind right now. They sent her to the mental health care center. And the house was sealed by the government. Now they are researching everything she wrote on her walls. They are trying to figure out what she found out. I am begging you, Leyla. Stop looking for the impossible. It is not real what you saw that night." He added further and as I thought, he was about to talk about the same rubbish as always.

I laughed out loud at him then leaned over. "If she was really a crazy woman, they would have sold this house to someone else. But look what we have here, they are trying to figure out what she left behind. Actually, they just moved her out of their way and started searching for the answers she had discovered. I will tell you to stay out of my way. Or I will forget the fact that you were my teacher. It's my life and you know nothing about that night." I yelled at him in an angry tone then I walked away. I went back to my car and hopped in. I started the engine and quickly drove off.