There are certain places that you go and they instantly become a part of you.
This coffee shop is one of those places for me.
It’s a beautiful place that has so many memories. It has so much character, so much love.
I know almost all the staff here. Except the new ones that they recently hired.
But that ain’t a problem because I will get to know them too.
“Rose!” I hear the cashier’s voice.
It’s a white lady with blonde hair.
She’s Linda, and she works on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I like her, she’s real nice.
She has her hair in a ponytail and she&
“Hi, Rose.” The voice shakes my very core. The coldness causes goosebumps to rise on my entire body.“Hello. Who am I speaking with?” My voice is collected but yet a bit shaky.“You should know, darling.” The voice on the phone says. It’s a lady’s voice. It’s strong and is void of any warm emotions.I only sense evil.“Well, I don’t. I don’t know every number on my boyfriend’s phone.” I say.My heart is still racing, by the way.“Your boyfriend?” She laughs out really loud.Why is she laughing?“Is that supposed to mean somet
The text reads: HEY, HOW ARE YOU?.....I smile warmly.I have not heard from Jason since the beach day.I will text him later, after my meet up with the devil.Lizzie, that is.In no time, I’m on the street that Lizzie told me her house is.I walk to the huge house. The lawn is perfect, the windows are gigantic. The house is extremely modern.A little rectangular tag is near the door and it says: 666.I take in a breath to steady my nerves.I press the door bell and it makes a buzzing noise.The door opens right away and I’m welcomed with
I click on his name and prepare to give him the most biggest and grandest breakup speech ever.....Breakups.In short, a breakup simply means the end of something. It could be a relationship, a business deal, or anything as a matter of fact.Breakups can be nasty, and they can also peaceful. But emotions are always manifested during them.I have decided to break up with Sterling.We have not even been in a relationship for more than half a year, so he’d probably be okay with it.And I have realized that we have different goals. His being to put a demonic ring on me and take my soul energy so he can become a full human.So yeah, that’s s
“Rosie, we need to talk.” He says....“Talk about what? Get out of my face Sterling.” I say calmly. With not one inch of emotion lacing my words.He runs his hand in his hair frustratingly.“Rosie, don’t do this to me please.” He says.Wait, do what?Is he talking about what I think he’s talking about? Is he really going there?I hope he’s not talking about me not being able to make him full human again.This better be an apology!“Don’t look at me that way.” He says sadly.“How am I look
I take my phone and open it, clicking quickly on his text. But all I see is a sad emoji.....He’s sad?He’s sad and here I am devastated.I love Sterling. I love him more than I want to admit. He’s an amazing person and I do not want to lose him.I really don’t, but this is too much for me.First, knowing that he is an actual ghost.I mean that did a number on me but I accepted that.A part of me still don’t believe he’s a ghost even though I have seen him do unexplainable things.In fact, it explains why he knew or knows so much about me without really trying.I used to think it was because he
I glance at Lizzie and her eyes are bulging out.......“Rosie!” Sterling scolds me.I end the call. He is not in a position to judge or dare I say, scold me.“You went nuts.” Lizzie says.“I never thought you had it in you. Cheers.” She says with a proud smile.Leave it to Lizzie to be proud of me for cussing someone out.But to be honest, I feel kind of liberated.A satisfied feeling lingers in the air.I roll my eyes playfully at Lizzie and she chuckles.In no time, we reach a very large modern house. It&
And that’s the last thing I hear before the world around me starts to spin.I then fall and slip into a peaceful darkness.........I flutter my eyes open slowly and I’m welcomed with bright white light.Am I dead?Am I in heaven?How did I even die? I don’t remember a single thing.My eyes begin to adjust to the light and now I can tell that I’m laying down on my back, obviously on a small bed.The ceilings remind me of when I used to visit my grandmother in the hospital.I try to turn my head and a sharp pain instantly takes over the front of my head.Damn,
Now I’m alone with only my thoughts.But even my thoughts seem to be getting more quiet.I then black out......Ouch.Something bit my arm.I was sleeping blissfully. Blissfully away from all the drama and happenings in my life.But something bit me and woke me up from paradise.My eyes flutters open and I furrow my eyebrows.The room looks blurred for a quick second and then my vision begins to adjust.“She’s awake.” I hear a familiar voice.“Are you sure?” I hear
“But when we came here to see you, the doctors called and said he was healing remarkably. They said at the rate he was healing, it was as if he weren’t human.” Wesley helps to explain.“But that’s the thing, he isn’t.” I say to them and they smile.“Yeah, he isn’t.” They both say together.............Where Jason and Griffin disappeared to, I don’t know. But I hope they stay there, and I have a gut feeling that they will.Jason has caused all the havoc he wanted to. He has left me with so many questions, including questions about my relationship with Sterling and so much more.Today is Sunday and Ronald was buried yesterday. Of course, we all
When the paramedics reach us, a beautiful African American lady holds my hand.“Would you please come with me?” She asks me with a warm smile and I nod. I begin to follow her and I look back.I see the male paramedic attending to Marilyn and Lizzie and I breathe out a sigh of relief.Things are finally beginning to look like it’s going to get better...............“Ms. Jacobs?” I hear a distant voice.“Ms. Jacobs?” The female voice sounds again and I look forward. I see a beautiful lady.She could be in her late thirties or less. Her face is perfectly shaped and her eyes are forest
“It means he didn’t love you. He might have just been infatuated with you.” Jason says and Lizzie’s mouth and mine falls open.“You son of a bitch.” Lizzie says with a daring smile on her lips.“That’s sad but I think he’s right.” Marilyn says slowly.She seems to be the calmest person here despite the fact that her husband’s dead body is only a few feet away from us.................“But...but..” Lizzie seems taken aback by the fact that Sterling might not have even loved her.“At least you don’t get to a ghost, honey.” Marilyn tries to console Lizzie but I don’t think it’s working.
I touch her shoulders lightly, as to comfort her and she looks at me and smiles. “They’re gone, aren’t they?” She asks and my heart aches.“They would be back. They would be back very soon.” I say to her and she smiles.“You can continue.” She says to Jason and he makes a content face. ..............“Sterling rejected me.” Jason says and Lizzie snorts.“Well, clearly then you are obsessed with him.” Lizzie says and I smile a bit.“Would you please let this young man finish what he’s trying to say?” Marilyn surprises us all by asking.Even Jason is surprised.
“You know what? I want to hear it.” She walks over to me and sits near me. “Tell us why you are a psychopath.” She says.She then looks at her wrist as if there’s a watch there and says “And hey, be quick about it. I want to hear the entire story before you get thrown in prison.” ...............Sirens.A siren is a device that makes a long prolonged sound as a signal or warning.They are usually attached to ambulances, police vehicles, fire trucks, and more.It is the sound that the police cars make when they are on route to somewhere. And about right now, I yearn to hear any hint of them.Just a dull sound of sirens right now w
“But why? Why? What did I do to you that hurt you this bad?” I ask him, I genuinely want to know.He smiles sadly and looks me right in my eyes and I have never seen such great sadness.“You stole the love of my life, Rose. You took away my very heartbeat.” He says............The dots are not connecting, it all seems to be making sense but at the same time, it doesn’t.“Don’t look so confused, Rose.” Jason says as he stares at his hands on his lap.Griffin on the other hand seems uncomfortable with this conversation being held right before him.“Of course, she is going to be confused.” Lizzie says in a ton
“Excuse me, this has nothing to do with my family. Can you all just leave us out of this?” Ronald says bravely. There isn’t a hint of fear in his voice and I applaud him for that.He also stands up from the couch, despite a literal gun being pointed at his face.“Ronald, no.” Marilyn says softly.“No. No, Marilyn. He wants to be a hero, let him be one.” Jason says. ..............Oh, this is not good.“Sit down, Ronald. Do not tempt me.” Griffin says as he adjusts his grip on the gun.“Give me the gun.” Jason says to Griffin and he doubles back.“What?&r
I hear a beep and I follow the sound. It’s coming from Griffin’s pocket. It may be his phone.Griffin holds the pistol with one hand as he fishes the phone out of his pocket.He then looks at the screen and clicks on it.“Someone is making a call from here.” He says calmly...............“Rose.” Jason drags my name. “What are you not telling me?” He is now very close to me that when he talks, I can feel his warm breath.I should move but I feel stiffened.“There is nothing to tell.” I say simply and he raises his hand and brings it close to my face. I flinch slightly when he touches my cheek. His fingers fe
“Yeah, sure.” Lizzie says politely and I too nod in agreement.She then gestures for us to follow us.“I will have to warm it up in the microwave, you two should take a shower while I do that. The bathroom is right upstairs, second door to the left.” She says............We do as she says and follow her directions. After a shower, we both step out feeling like new people. She gave us some clothes which were very comfortable. She told us that they were her grandchildren’s clothes.“This marsh potato is heavenly, Miss Marilyn.” I say after I swallow a spoonful of the dish.She smiles brightly, obviously feeling a sense of pride for her dish.