Eztli
Since that day, five years passed and the city had forgotten that there was anyone like us who lived. After a negotiation with my parents, I decided to leave the country and went to Canada for higher studies. All the time, when I focused on myself and tried to make a career out of it, something inside of my heart kept calling me, telling me that this wasn't something I was supposed to do. Got a degree in botanical science. I completed my graduation only in Canada and I was willing to get settled here. Until, I was transferred to a remote City of the border to complete my internship. Along with me, there were three other interns who joined and transferred to the remote City of the border.
After the day ended, I went to my apartment and decided to call my parents as I thought of informing them about the internship and the place I will head the day after tomorrow. This sudden change wasn't something I expected but don't know why. I was agitated to be there for an unknown reason. After all, it was my passion to travel and explore many places. I wanted to do something of mine. Something that I would say was that it was my earning in life.
Money, I already had. My father was a multi millionaire working for a long time and I was sure he would find a man for me to marry, as rich as him. However, I did not want that kind of life.
"Hey mom…" I called her…, "I got transferred to a city for my internship. I will be heading the day after tomorrow." It was necessary to inform them.
"Dear, I expected that you will be back to us once you complete your degree and now that you have got one, there is no need for you to do that internship. After all, you will take care of Richardson's family once the engagement will be confirmed." My mother broke the news but i was aware of that situation, that's why I stood calm even in the storm.
"Mom, didn't I tell you that I don't want to marry right now? I want to build a career." I was irritated with the same topic to begin with.
"Ezi… why do you want to build a career when you already have what you desire? Money, fame and everything… even Jake Richardson is rich enough to give you everything. Stop being so picky. I want you to come back. We have already discussed the engagement with the Richardson's family. They are willing to do it." She disconnected the call once she yelled loudly at me.
This entire conversation depressed me. It's not like that I did not want to marry but not now. If I went back home, there would be no coming back. Soon after, I received a notification that my parents had booked a flight for me, tomorrow. They are impossible. What am I supposed to do now? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I cannot afford to miss it if I want to pursue a career in my field. So that be…
I have decided that I will head to the remote City where I was meant to go and start my internship. Glad that I didn't give them any information about the city. So I packed the bags and pretended to be parents on call that I was boarding for the flight the entire time.
"All right, Mom. My phone will be off till the flight duration. I will call once I reach the airport." I lied.
Basically, it was a disrespect that I gave to my parents but nothing can come between my dreams. Now that I love the freedom I got in Canada, I cannot afford to lose it. Marrying Jake Richardson will be a life time imprisonment for me. All I will do is bear his children and do household work, like other women in their family. I wonder if they had a dream outside that place? No!!! I will not marry that jerk at any cost.
I switched off my phone and hopped inside the vehicle. It was a matador, a local transport. Glad that my phone was off the entire time as it took more than eight hours for us to reach the city where we were transferred. This time, I knew something was definitely going to change me. After the ride, we stopped at the local station and went to the venue where our company had provided accommodation till the internship time. Just a matter of six months, Then i will be back home and Will do what my parents decide for my future. But right now, I am in an unknown place and I will make memories here.
I was shaking when the thought of switching on my phone occured in my mind. I knew that the moment it would be on, my parents would blast messages and call on me. Moreover, they will trace my location.
Sorry, mom and dad, but i hope you will understand. Glad that I was able to save money the entire graduation and took out some cash the day before. My parents will block my cards and it will lead to more complications in my journey. I took the sim card out and threw it in the bin, i will buy another one. After getting settled in the room, I went downstairs for dinner and saw two of my co-workers sitting at the table.
Among four of us, I was the only female among them. So, i took a seat with them and started a conversation.
"So, Eztli, are you excited for the internship?" Jonah asked me with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Of course, I Do. If not, I wouldn't be here." I replied bluntly.
I knew his reputation from the college as a Casanova. He had tried to hit upon me several times before, even after i rejected him.
"I am curious to know the place. There must be more things to explore here apart from completing the internship." Said Matthew sitting across from me. So he was the adventure guy.
"I am excited as well, I will get the certificate and apply for placement in biotechnology companies." I responded lowly while filling up my plate.
"That's a great initiative. I have my father's business to pursue. So, working for companies won't be my dream work." Matthew replied in a cool tone and smiled at him before much on my food.
"Where is Tony? Haven't he relaxed enough yet?" Asked Jonah.
I shrugged as I had no idea where he was.
"I will look for him." He excused and left us to continue with dinner.
"So, Eztli… that's a different name you havem i know we have never spoken before during college time but I hope you won't mind if we go together to the botanical lab tomorrow?" Matthew looked sincere except for his adventure status. I had no issue with his attitude and since here we are only four people, there was no harm knowing each other. We might need each other's company in future.
"Sure. That would be great. In fact, I was wondering how I will be able to manage everything alone." I responded in a flat tone.
"Alright, then we will meet at seven in the morning. The botanical lab is almost twenty kilometres from this spot. We might need to take local transport here." He enlightened me with information.
"Sure, no problem…" I smiled and continued to eat.
After dinner, I went straight to bed as I cannot turn on my phone till I buy a new one. I hope this new beginning of my life will be best and memorable.
The morning was early as it felt like in the blink of an eye, I hardly slept well in a new place. Without wasting time, I had a bath and dressed simply as it was a lab where i was heading, and another point was that I don't want to attract attention over me.
Matthew was sitting in the lobby when i arrived and he greeted me with a warm smile.
"Thank you for waiting."
"I tried calling you, where is your phone? It's been off since this morning." He asked with concern dripping from his face.
"I lost it yesterday. but I will buy a new one." That was a terrible lie to say.
"Alright, let's go." He commanded, in sort of.
"Wait! What about others, Jonas and Tony?" I asked because it felt awkward to leave them here.
"They have already left…" Matthew responded with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Okay…"
We left the place and headed to the botanical lab. As I was excited for the new job, I was anxious too.
Like what Matthew said, it was almost twenty kilometres away from the place we live, i realised that the botanical laboratory wasn't situated in an open area but inside a dense valley. The local transport dropped us on the road and we continued to follow that gravelled pathway to the Laboratory.
EztliPassing the breezes through the dense forest, placing steps on the gravelled road leading to the mysterious laboratory I wanted to see. I was exhausted walking over the counter since it was getting bored. Matthew was confined to himself, clicking pictures of the place. It was utterly quiet today and mostly the silence don't bring good vibes to me."Matthew, are you sure the laboratory is in this direction?" I asked him with annoyance."Well, the map says so. We will see." He started before scrolling through his phone again.What a pleasant way of saying that he doesn't know? I sighed and followed the pathway since there was no turning around at the point. Breezes and floral scents were filling my nostrils and the lungs. It's been a while that I had inhaled fresh air. Soon, I spotted an old building and assumed that it must be the laboratory."I think this is the laboratory… wow! Mysterious, right?" I described the place a bit and stood at the main entrance.There were no guards
EztliDisoriented noises and screeching woke me up and found myself staring at the plain white wall with nothing but a light bulb hanging over the ceiling. The room was entirely quiet but the noises I heard weren't lying either. I pushed the thick saliva down my throat and went down from the bed in order to leave the weird room. The door was unlocked and I felt the breath going through my body. As I stepped out, I saw Matthew and others were having a conversation and their gaze went on me."Eztli, you woke up? How are you feeling now?" He put the cup down and approached me."I don't know… I don't remember what happened." I was still dazed by the fact that I saw something supernatural, hopefully a hallucination that didn't exist and watched their face cluelessly."I think you are tired, dear. You should take more rest." Vicky stated while taking my hand in hers.There was a certain expression on her face which indicated that she knew what happened with me wasn't something my mind made
With a loud gasp, I woke up all drenched in my own sweat, covered under the duvet in the room. My gaze struck the pale ceiling and the old rusted lamp illuminating a glimpse of so-called lumination. My breath hitched as the cold reality dawned upon me, everything that happened last night felt fresh like blood on my hands. I threw the duvet and got out of bed, only to gaze at the morning sun peeking through the window. Was what happened last night a nightmare? But it felt so real.I went out from the room to the lobby and it was utterly silent due to some reason that my guts hated. When I came outside, I spotted Matthew and others gathered with a crowd near the big tree grown at the entrance of the building. My forehead got covered by cold sweat and my palms were shaking, because I had the hint of what was coming."We need to inform his family right away." Matthew started with a shock over his face and then, his gaze met mine and with an apologetic expression, he excused the crowd and
I turned the faucet on and let the tub fill with cold water. I dipped myself under the embrace of the cold water to calm down the iching that was on my skin. There were several red patches over the skin and the burning didn't stop at all. The cold water does ease the burning but not for too long. After spending a good time in the water, I stepped out and inspected the patches on my chest, some of them were blistering as if I was set on fire. "What the hell in this world?" I cursed and wrapped a long-sleeved sweater over my body. I needed to seek medical attention and so without wasting my time here, I headed out and took a local transport to visit the nearby hospital. After waiting for my turn, I went to the dermatology department of the hospital. I explained my condition and situation to the doctor and she asked me to lay down on the bed to inspect the blistering over my chest.I was trying to close my eye when the doctor begin inspecting the patches over my body and there was a si
I didn’t scream right away. Not when I opened the door. Not even when I saw the body.It took a full five seconds for my brain to catch up with what I was looking at.Tony.Lying on my bed like a grotesque doll someone had tossed there. Limbs bent awkwardly. Skin chalk-white and papery. His eyes were open—glassy, lifeless, and locked on mine.Then his lips twitched. Just a little. The corners of his mouth lifted. A sick, smug little curve.That’s when I screamed.The sound tore out of me, wild and raw. I stumbled backward, crashing into the nightstand. The lamp flew off and exploded into glass and sparks.“Eztli!” Matthew’s voice thundered from the hallway, right before my door slammed open.He was in my room in two steps, looking around like he expected a fire. “What the hell—are you okay?”I couldn’t speak. I pointed at the bed, mouth working silently.Jonas appeared behind him, arms crossed, face already annoyed. “What now?”“There,” I finally choked. “He’s—he was there—Tony—he was
The sun had risen like a ghost from the ashes, spilling pale light across the rust-streaked rooftops and half-buried hills. But I stood frozen on the dorm balcony, unmoving, as if the chill had crept beneath my skin and rooted me to the spot.Sleep hadn’t touched me last night—not even for a moment. My breaths had stayed shallow and uneven, like my lungs had forgotten how to function unless prompted. My pulse still thudded in my neck, loud and urgent, as though my body knew something I didn’t.I clenched my phone in one hand. I wanted—no, needed—to turn it on and call home. To hear my parents’ voices and convince myself that I was still tethered to something normal. But I didn’t.Because that life? The one before the woman, before the fire, before Layla's scream cracked the sky? That life had slipped behind me like a burnt photograph. Until I uncovered the truth, until I knew what the hell was happening to me—I couldn't go back.I dragged myself downstairs, each step heavier than the
I don’t remember much about the trip to the hospital—just that the car windows were fogged from my heavy breathing, and Matthew’s hands shook on the steering wheel like he was fighting the urge to scream.He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.What was there to say?That the glowing mark on my stomach looked like a branding straight out of hell? That it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own? That it didn’t hurt the way normal injuries do—but instead, felt like something alive was feeding through my skin?We arrived at the nearest clinic twenty minutes later. It was a run-down place on the edge of town, wedged between a shut-down pet store and a bakery that smelled like stale cinnamon and cigarette smoke.The receptionist barely looked up. But the moment the doctor saw the marks, her face twisted into something between alarm and fury.“What kind of idiot branding is this?” she snapped, grabbing gloves and storming closer. “Did you use acid? A lighter? Some homemade chemical crap?”
Matthew convinced me to go back to Cavenshade—the ghost town where nightmares didn’t just exist, they lived.I stood in the dorm hallway, dressed, packed, but not even close to ready. My hands were clenched so tight around my bag’s strap that I couldn’t feel my fingers. The burn on my stomach still pulsed like a warning siren, hidden beneath layers of clothing.Why me? Why now?My gaze landed on the dusty mirror near the front door. I looked like a ghost myself—hair limp, face pale, eyes wide and too hollow. Part of me expected to see her behind me in the reflection, burned and breathless, waiting.Footsteps sounded from the stairwell. My breath hitched.But it wasn’t Matthew. It was Jonas.He stepped into the hallway, suitcase in hand, and stopped when he saw me. His eyes narrowed—cold, accusing. There was no hello, no nod, no human decency. Just silence so sharp it cut.I opened my mouth, but no words came. Maybe it was better that way.He didn’t look away. Just stared me down like
The sunlight bleeding through the curtains barely managed to warm the cold pit in my stomach. I stood by the window of Andre’s penthouse, watching the city stir to life. I hadn’t told him yet, but my chest ached every time I blinked—expecting to see that reflection again. That face. Her face. The one that kept showing up in my nightmares, in mirrors, in every corner of my collapsing sanity.Andre walked in with two cups of coffee, setting one down beside me. "Sleep any better?"I forced a small smile and took the cup. "I had a nightmare. Again."He sat beside me on the armrest, giving me that brotherly look of concern I hadn’t seen in years. "The one with the witch?"I nodded."You know," he said, tapping his mug lightly against mine, "there’s a way we can figure this out. You need to dig into the town’s past. We find out who she is, what she wants. Maybe even why you."I bit my lip. "You want me to go back to that ghost town?"He nodded slowly. "I know it’s not ideal, but this isn’t
I took the box carefully, the weight of it unsettling. “What’s in it?”“The next step.”“That’s cryptic.”Fiona raised a brow. “Darling, you’re being haunted by a soul scorched from history and possessed by vengeance. Did you expect a brochure and a welcome kit?”Andre burst out laughing, and to my surprise, I joined him. Even Fiona cracked a smile.It felt like we were breathing again. Just a little.Outside, the wind howled low and hungry, the forest groaning in its wake. I stared out the small window as Fiona handed me a pouch of dried herbs.“For dreams,” she said. “It won’t make them go away. But it might help you survive them.”I nodded, clutching the box tighter.When we left the apothecary, the sky was already bleeding into dusk. Andre held my hand as we walked back to his car, his grip grounding me. We didn’t speak much, and honestly, I was grateful. My thoughts were already clawing at each other inside my skull.“She’s intense,” he said once we were driving again. “But not t
The tires crunched over gravel as Andre's car came to a reluctant stop. The road behind us had vanished into dense forest, the canopy above so thick it nearly swallowed the daylight. Before us stood a small, crooked cottage, its roof covered in moss and its wooden walls faded by years of rain and wind. It looked like something out of a nightmare fairytale. If a witch stepped out with a cursed apple, I wouldn’t be surprised.“This is it?” I asked, peering out the windshield.Andre nodded, shutting off the engine. “Looks cozy, right?”“Cozy in a ‘you’ll die if you spend the night here’ kind of way.”He snorted. “Come on, don’t be dramatic. She’s harmless. Mostly.”I followed him out of the car, my boots sinking slightly into the damp forest floor. The smell of pine and earth was sharp in the air, and everything was so quiet it made my skin crawl. No birds. No wind. Just the muffled sound of our footsteps as we approached the cottage.Andre knocked on the door.Once.Twice.Three times.
The room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that clawed at your throat. I sat on the bed, my fingers clenched around the termination letter like it had personally betrayed me. The words blurred together under the dim light of my bedside lamp, but the sting of it was clear.You are hereby dismissed from your position…Effective immediately…Due to incidents of misconduct…What a joke.I let the paper fall from my hands and flutter to the floor like a dying bird. I wasn’t going to cry. Not again.Instead, I started to pack.Clothes. Toiletries. My books. My notebook with all the scrawled warnings and half-baked theories about the woman—the witch. A few faded photographs that used to make this place feel like a temporary home. Now it was nothing more than a reminder that I didn’t belong here. Not with the rest of them. Not in this sterile, fearful building that watched me like I might combust at any moment.I stuffed the last of my things into my bag, zipped it up, and threw on my
It was strange how quickly things could shift. One minute, I was shattering glass with a scream. The next, I was sitting on a cracked bench outside a convenience store with Andre beside me, sharing a can of cheap beer.The night was cool, but not biting. The air held that quiet stillness only small, sleepy towns could offer—like the universe hit the mute button just for us.Andre took a long sip and exhaled. “Okay, so the guy who runs that ramen place on 3rd Street? Still alive. Still creepy. Still thinks I’m twelve.”I snorted. “He once told me I’d make a good ‘quiet bride.’ I was fourteen.”He gagged and took another sip. “Disgusting. If I ever become famous, remind me to sue him for emotional damage.”“Done.”The beer was bad—bitter and watery—but somehow perfect. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t seeing flashes of death, or hearing whispers that didn’t belong in this world. I wasn’t watching Matthew closely to guess if he was a liar. I was just… Eztli. Sitting with someone who
There’s a certain peace that comes from mindless work—data charts, blood samples, chemical readings. For a moment, I wasn’t the girl haunted by ash-covered women and glowing scars. I was just Eztli, the intern who knew how to process anomalous blood samples faster than anyone else in the lab. I could hear the subtle awe from the techs around me. Whispers like, “She’s a natural,” and “How did she get this fast?”Because I’m cursed. That’s how.Still, I smiled through it. I needed normal, even if it was pretend.Until Jonas ruined it.He walked in like he owned the place, with that arrogant, superior expression that made me want to throw a microscope at his face. I noticed his glare the second he entered, and I swear I felt my stomach twist. I didn’t want to deal with him. Not today.“Of course she’s getting praised,” he muttered loudly enough for the entire lab to hear. “What else do you expect from a witch?”The word sliced through the air like a dagger.Every head turned.Laughter di
The whispers didn’t stop.They never really did, not even when the lab buzzed with fluorescent lights and the scent of coffee and latex gloves masked everything unnatural. The voices curled under my skin like smoke—soft, persistent, and impossible to ignore. Sometimes I caught pieces of words, names I didn’t recognize, hymns in a language I couldn’t understand. But most of the time, it was just... noise. A sound like breathing too close to my ear. Always there. Always watching.I didn’t tell Matthew.Not because I didn’t trust him. But because I did. And that’s what scared me the most.He was being too kind. Too present. Too much.We walked the halls of the lab like two normal interns working a long shift. He even handed me a cup of coffee with too much sugar—just how I liked it. I tried not to smile. He looked proud of himself.“You’re settling in really well,” he said as we entered the research bay. “Everyone’s impressed.”“Everyone?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“Well… everyone but
The world around me had begun to blur.I didn’t realize it at first—just a flicker in the corner of my vision. A shadow. A strange gleam in someone’s eyes. But soon, it was everywhere. People I’d never seen before walking past in outdated clothing. The faint sound of drums and chanting echoing through the corridors. And then, the banners—old, tattered things hanging from the ceiling of the hallway, stitched with sigils I didn’t recognize. Witchcraft symbols, curling in black and red thread, swaying as if they were alive.I stood there in the hallway of the dorm, gripping the railing tightly, trying to breathe evenly.Nope. Definitely not real. None of it could be real. Just more of the hallucinations. Or visions. Or whatever they were.Still, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My skin crawled with goosebumps, and a shiver zipped down my spine.“Morning,” Matthew’s voice pulled me out of the spiral.I turned to see him, coffee mug in hand, looking frustratingly normal in hi
The hallway groaned around me like it remembered the pain. My breath didn’t hitch—it was completely gone. A steel band of terror wrapped around my chest, squeezing until my ribs protested. Every step I took deeper into that house made the air colder, heavier, like the walls themselves were inhaling my fear.I glanced over my shoulder. The door was gone. Or maybe it had never been there. Either way, I was trapped in a nightmare with peeling wallpaper and the stink of soot lodged in the floorboards.This was the house—the one I had seen in my dreams, in my visions. The house where I’d first met her."Matthew?" I called, my voice barely a whisper, but there was no response. Of course there wasn’t.And then the laughter started.It wasn’t the kind of laughter that made you laugh with it. No—it crawled along your spine, a rusty chuckle laced with sorrow, like the sound of someone who had laughed so long they forgot how to cry.I slapped my hands over my ears. “Stop! Just stop!”But the hou