Chapter 8 Deep Fear

• As the days went by between free times he read that diary, which for some reason most of the pages of the next one were simply blank, that left him confused. That is to say, he read one page and when he turned to the next it seemed that the author did not follow her writing, it intrigued him.
• " Where are you going," Elijah asked his parents as he saw them walk down the hallway, peeking his head out of the frame of his room.
• "We are going to your brothers' meeting. "His mother answered him, they were his other two teenage sons Sam and Robert, two twins, they had a meeting of notes, they had to go. "We'll come later, in the fridge there's....
• "I know," Elijah interrupted him, "I know how to be alone, mother.
• " I left you alone once and you said the fab four wanted to mow you down. " Josh couldn't help but laugh," he said.
• "I was ten!" he exclaimed with his hands in the air, laughing, "It doesn't count.
• " Yes, it does. " They said in unison, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
• " See you later, dear," said his mother as she went downstairs and heard the door close.
• He left his room and went straight to the refrigerator to get an ice cream, sat for several minutes on the high stool at the mahogany table and then got up to sit on the sofa, turning on the television, still with a book in his hand. He read and read what he could as he finished a page and the rest was missing, he let out a slight grunt at that detail. He turned pages until he felt that someone was watching him or was very close, he looked around and saw nothing, it was illogical, he was completely alone. His siblings were not there and his parents even less. So, he settled more on the sofa reading that book of yellowed pages and felt again that he was being watched. He looked to his right to the back of the room and nothing.
• " I'm crazy, that's it," he said to himself.
• " Oh... No, you're not. " Said a voice that he felt too close.
• He turned quickly and looked over the couch, no one was there. He let out a breathless gasp and stood up, looking around, clutching the book. He stilled as he felt that gust behind him.
• He turned slowly, in fright.
• He stopped frowning, his breathing quickened even more, he felt he would end up on the floor, his legs were faint with fear and he hugged the book as if it were a teddy bear.
• He closed his eyes tightly.
• " I see things, I see things," he repeated. " I will open my eyes and there will be nothing. " He said and counted to three, opened them and let out a sigh amidst a nervous giggle, "There is nothing," he said, swallowing whole. "There isn't...
• "Yes, there is. There is..." Without the next blink of an eye, she was already in front of him looking at him coldly, without any expression.
• He couldn't take his eyes off her face, he couldn't, it was impossible, as he noticed how around her eyes the small unseen veins became more visible than he could ever manage to see. They could be the size of a thick needle that just took on a dark colour covering most of his face, until he just wrinkled his nose and grunted in such a way that when he opened his mouth it was there that Elijah Orleans felt that the unimaginable, was imaginable.
• There he is ....