[ WINTER ] ★★★★★★
"Hey miss" A man called my attention. I turned around to see who it was.
"Mr. Z by name, I am to pick you up from the airport, order from superior" He introduced himself and stretched out his hands to collect my luggage.
"No thank you" I declined his offer and quickly brought out my phone and called my mother. When she picked, her voice sounded faintly.
"Mum I am at JFK's airport, a man in an all black dress code with a frizzy..." I paused and stole a glanced at him. "A frizzy icy blue hair. He also goes by the name Z. He is also claiming to be the one to take me home" I poured out to her and she told me, the so called Mr Z is Dad's driver and I will be fine.
"Why isn't Dad here to pick me up himself?" I asked her and boom my phone went dead.
"Mister can I borrow your phone?" I requested. Instead of a response, the clown looking man blew a big fat no at me, he grabbed my bags and walked back to the Uber, I couldn't ask my mother why she sounded weak.
"Well, I'm going home after all" I shrugged. I had no choice than to follow the giant ugly faced man.
The car stopped in front of an old house, Mr Z came down from the car and ran to the other side and held the car door wide open bowing his head.
I glared at the creepy ghost ridden house through the rear glass and back at him. "Is this some kind of prank or what?" I asked feeling a little panicked.
"No ma'am. This is your home" He replied still bowing like I am some disney princess.
"Hazel darling!" I heard my Mum calling. I jumped down from the car and ran into her arms.
"My Hazel, I missed you a lot" Mum cried and hugged me tightly to her chest.
"I missed you too Mum" I whimpered and we hugged like couples who just got together after being away from each other for years, until Mr Z interrupted us by clearing his throat.
"Oh Mum do you have any dollar note with you 'cause I don't have a single changed currency with me" I requested as I disentangled myself from her clutch.
"Why do you need some dollars?" She asked.
"To pay this kind young man for getting out of his way to do Dad's job by picking me up from the airport?!" I replied and fold my arms across my chest. "isn't that what you are supposed to do?"
"Thank you Miss but superior will settle me later" He commented and bowed before Mum. "Do you need anything or help ma'am?"
"No Zenzo. My daughter is back now, she will help me out" Mum declined his offer and he walked back to his Uber and drove away.
"Zen...zo" I stressed the name and jumped immediately causing Mum to grab my shoulders.
I burst out laughing. "Mum I just remembered something, that why I jumped" I giggled and she hugged me.
"I can't afford to lose you Hazel" She remarked and I patted her back.
"I'm fine Mum, I just remembered a dog story that Dad once told me when I was ten. The dog's name was Zenzo" I explained and we burst into laughter as we walked into the house.
I woke up by two am to do my routines, I got down from my bed and sneaked into the kitchen to grab some snacks and water. As I opened the door, the lights went off and I saw a creature standing beside the kitchen slab with a knife!. I screeched in terror as my blood ran cold, I held the door tightly but slowly lost hope as the creature came closer.
" Ahhhhhhh! " I screamed and blacked out.
" Hazel darling"
I slowly began to hear a faint voice call my name, I opened my eyes and met the worrying face of my mother hovering over me. I tried to speak but couldn't as my eyes drifted to her right palm which is dripping with blood!. A cold chill ran down my spine and I slowly point to her hand.
"A knife cut me" Mum explained as she raised my head a little bit higher from the roman brick floor.
A knife?, Did that creature try to kill me and Mum saved me?.
"Darling..."
"Mum, this house is haunted, an old witch must have lived here and died in here as well, everywhere is so creepy" I finally spoke in a shaky voice.
Mum chuckled and rubbed my head. "This house belongs to your father, your great grand parents built this place and they were not witches nor wizards"
"But I saw something... Someone" I tried to explain to her.
"That was me, I went into the kitchen to have some apricots" Mum paused to see my reactions but instead I was staring at the apricots scattered all over the floor of the kitchen. So she continued. "You switched off the lights yourself, what do you expect to see in the dark" She added and I sighed feeling relieved.
She placed her right palm on my face, her right palm and she isn't bleeding!. Infact her hands were clean, no sign of blood !.
Halloween is till next three weeks Saturday, why are my eyes deceiving me