The Second Floor Part Four
Things That Go Bump In The Night
Mara was enjoying her evil, beauty, sleep, when she was awoken by an incredibly, forceful shake, it was if someone was jumping on her bed. Mara, startled by the movement, sat straight up in her bed and began looking around her room. She was a little startled, but figured maybe she was just jerking in her sleep. But now that she was awake, she began thinking some more about the letter she had found on her bed. She knew it wasn't her mother, and knew none of the help would dare cross Mara, they knew how bad her temper could be. Even though Mara couldn't figure out who wrote the letter, she definitely knew she had to destroy it, so she walked over to her dresser to retrieve it.
When Mara reached her dresser, she noticed the letter was gone. Mara knew she was drunk, but she could remember finding the letter so well, she could still feel the letter in her hands. Mara was so scared when she couldn't find the letter on the dresser. She knew if anyone ever read it, she would be done. She began to frantically search her room from top to bottom, even looking in places she knew she would have never put it. Mara looked until she couldn't anymore, than plopped down onto her bed.
Mara had a million things going through her head, wondering who had found it, and what was to become of her life once the words that were on that note were spoken. When just like magic, she noticed the letter was exactly where she had put it on the dresser. Mara ran toward the dresser grabbed the letter and ripped it into tiny little pieces. She had to make sure that letter never seen the light of day. Even though she was relieved that she found the letter, she was still kind of perplexed at how the letter was there, when just a few minutes ago it wasn't.
Mara was still so sleepy, now that she didn't have that incriminating note to keep her awake she knew she would sleep like a baby, or at least she thought she would. Not even ten minutes after Mara fell asleep she was awaken again, this time the bed shook much more violently. Mara was scared stiff what had shaken her bed, she was too afraid to jump out of bed this time. She pulled the covers over her head and slowly peeked out the top. She looked around in her dark room, and even eventually managed to get up enough nerve to look underneath her bed, there was nothing, she found absolutely nothing.
Mara was too afraid to go back to sleep now, so she figured she would try to soak in a relaxing bath to relieve tension, and help clear her mind. Mara drew her bathwater, and threw in her gazillion bath salts and fragrance beads. Once everything was just the way she liked it slowly sat down into her bath relaxing one bone at a time.
Mara had finally began to relax a little, when she heard a splash come from inside her bath, Mara was frozen by fear, she was too afraid to scream or run, she just stared in the direction she heard the splash. She still saw nothing, Mara told herself she must be going crazy. Mara was too wired to finish trying to unwind now, she grabbed her towel wrapped it around her and went back to her room.
Mara feeling somewhat eery from the bed shaking, and the water splashing, decided she was going to be sleeping in her old room that night. But when Mara tried to open the door to leave her new room, she realized she couldn't, it was locked. Mara who was scared more than ever now, began banging on the door and screaming for help. When nobody came she didn't know what to think, what was going on. Why wasn't anybody coming to help her?
Mara Meets Her Fate
Mara was scared and crying, very real tears this time, not fake ones, like the crocodile tears she had cried at Charisma's funeral. Mara walked over to her bed and sat down, but her bed and began to shake uncontrollably again. Mara had never been so scared in her life, she had almost managed to finally control her profuse shaking, when all of a sudden the bed stopped shaking, and started levitating. Mara was in midair, she couldn't believe what was happening.
Mara was beyond thinking she was imagining things, she knew this was real. Mara yelled in horror demanding that the culprit of what was happening present themselves to her. Mara was beyond shocked, when she noticed the faded image appearing darker and darker before her very eyes this was crazy, stuff like this was not supposed to be real. Once the image had taken on its full form she realized it was her sister Charisma, the one she had so relentlessly murdered.
Mara screamed at the image of her sister, telling her she killed her once she can do it again. Charisma looked at her, and then pointed toward the closet and told Mara to open the door. Mara, who was still suspended in midair on the bed, felt the bed begin to lower to the ground. Mara refused to go toward the closet, but Charisma kept insisting. Mara was so confused and scared she figured she might as well see what was behind the door, maybe she would be able to figure out what was finally going on.
Mara walked slowly toward the closet door and very hesitatingly put her hands on the doorknob. She didn't even get a chance to make a full turn on the door when it suddenly burst open, knocking Mara to the ground. A man walked out of the closet who looked quite familiar, it didn't take her to long to realize where she knew him from it was Mark. But he wasn't in the suit and tie he had on when she first saw him.
The man who had told Mara and her family he was a P.I., looked at Mara and started speaking to her. Every word he said sounded like a growl, his voice was very strong and raspy. He told Mara you had your chance to redeem yourself, but you didn't. Your soul is blacker than your heart, and you must pay. Mara looked at him and cried, "please I beg for your mercy, I know I was wrong I am sorry." Unconvinced the man began to take on the form of a demon, once he was transformed, it was clear to Mara her soul was damned. The demon ran toward Mara grabbed her, and disappeared into the once dark closet which was now filled with flames.
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