Chapter 1
“You wanna do something fun, Marcy Miller?” asked Whitney Clarke holding a little white packet in her palm.
She ripped the envelope open and pulled out a card that read:
“You have been invited to Andy’s all-inclusive joy on Sunday, March 22nd,.”
She threw the invitation on the table. Marcy muttered in a resentful tone instead of being overjoyed, as Whitney had intended.
“Yes, having a good time is important, but not right now. I have a lot of work to do, and you know how important it is for me to finish it.”
“What have I told you, Marcy? Work and no fun make a child dull and dumb! Besides, you never go out; it will be such a great adventure. Everyone will be going. It is very exclusive, and an invitation there is worth a million. The whole crew will be there.”
She gave her a harsh look and stated, “I’m unable to attend because I am overworked. Besides, you should have informed me of this.”
“So what?” Whitney murmured. “You’re just so boring. I was attempting to surprise you,” she said as she flickered her hands in midair.
“Marcy,” she continued with her voice now relaxed., “if you will accompany me tonight, I vow not to bother you again in the long run, and I’ll keep my word. That is, without a doubt, a good deal.”
Marcy’s eyes expanded as a broad smile spread across her face.
“That sounds like a fair deal.” Marcy answered.
Whitney was bubbling with excitement at her response and she grabbed Marcy’s hands and rushed out the door.
“Ma’am, where are you going?” A deep husky voice suddenly spoke up.
They halted, turned around and saw no one.
“Hello? Hello? Is anyone here?”
There was complete silence everywhere. Fear gripped their hearts as they began to beat faster and faster, as if ten thousand African drums were being played.
The night’s sky was black as pitch. The stars hid behind the clouds as the cool wind embraced their bodies. Hand in hand, they walked down the streets.
“Do you think someone was following us” asked, Marcy, in a frightful low-pitched voice as she flip her curly hair up and down.
“Don’t be silly, Marcy. Who would want to follow us this early hour of the night,” replied Whitney in a harsh tone.
They both kept glancing back to ensure that they were not being followed.
“You must take things out of your mind Marcy. Anyways, we’re taking a cool walk down the street enjoying ourselves. Before you know it, we will reach the boys club.”
“Boys club! Boys club! ” Marcy exclaimed, “Wait a minute, are you taking me for a fool? If my mind recall, you said an invitation to Andy’s all-inclusive club. I didn’t know that we were going to a boy’s club.”
“Don’t panic Marcy; it’s the same thing silly. Besides, you need the fun to build your energy,” said, Whitney firmly.
“No, I don’t.” reassured Marcy, as she released her cuffed embrace hands from Whitney.
The high-pitched barking of faraway dogs broke the eerie silence of the night. Eventually, they reached a dark track that led to a quicker route to the club. As they continued walking, a dash of fright swallowed their bodies as they remembered the story neighbors told them about that lonely path. The hairs on their body stood at attention as chills ran up and down their spines. The night got scarier as the bushes danced and swayed, even faster than the wind blew. However, their delicate and weary knees did not allow them to move as fast as they had wished to. While walking, approaching the famous “Guava Tree”, they heard footsteps and a loud eerie cry from the nearby bushes. Marcy’s eyes widened, as she became speechless and signaled Whitney to run. They ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. Whitney grabbed Marcy’s arm and signaled her to stop.
“Where are you going?” Marcy asked Whitney softly.
“I’m going to see where the noise is coming from!”
“No,” begged Marcy, “you can’t.”
Perspiring with fear, Marcy could have felt her body trembling. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that tree was haunted and had a million ghost stories attached to it. Millions of scary thoughts raced through her mind and body. Shaking like a leaf, Marcy begged Whitney to refrain from venturing. Marcy stood there in fright with her feet planted to the ground and her skinny legs turned into jelly.
“Whitney, Whitney, you must not,” pleaded Marcy, “You are as stubborn as a mule. You must not go on this adventure,” continued Marcy.”
Marcy had no choice but to accompany Whitney, as she did not want to be alone. Finally, they both agreed and set out to see where the strange sound was coming from. When Marcy and Whitney, touched the cold, wet grass, the leaves on the tree above them began shaking violently.
The huge, terrifying sound reverberated through the air once more, shattering the night’s calm. As they proceeded further, behind the guava tree surprisingly, they came upon an elderly woman clothed in a lovely white gown, her long, thick black hair cascading down her back.
“She needs our assistance!” Whitney yelled, reaching out her hands to the elderly woman.
A powerful wind blew suddenly, causing the old woman’s clothes to shift.
Whitney and Marcy’s hearts skipped a beat and shattered into a million pieces when they saw what they witnessed. One of the woman’s feet was machinelike, while the other looked like it belonged to a horse. Their minds were in a state of confusion, so they started yelling to the top of their voices as they ran as fast as lightning. When they turned around, they noticed an elderly woman attempting to keep up with their speed. They kept running faster and faster until she was no longer visible.
Suddenly, Marcy developed a stomachache on her way walking. Her heart throbbed and her hand felt unusual. “Marcy we don’t have much time. Hurry! Hurry! ” Whitney stated. Marcy let out a loud moan, staggered in different directions before collapsing to the ground.
“Marcy! Marcy! Marcy! ” Whitney inquired, “Are you all right?” There was complete silence all around. Whitney’s heart began to race with terror. Just then, curse words began coming out of Marcy’s mouth.
“Get the hell away from me,” Marcy muttered. When Whitney bent down to assist her, she became concerned when she noticed Marcy’s body trembling like a leaf. Her feet were machinelike, while the other feet resembled that of a horse. “M-a-r-c-y, “Whitney murmured as she took a step away, quivering and shaking her left hand. A hand reached out and grabbed her collar. Whitney fought tooth and nail. She kicked and whacked the hand with her long legs. Without hesitation, Whitney began running as fast as her little legs could carry her.
“Please, Help! Somebody help me.”
The muscle in her legs was screaming out. A strong wind-blasted, swirling around tempestuously. Whitney’s eyes popped out of her head when she saw, what she saw. The enormous beast emerged from the whirlwind surrounding her. She knew them quite well since she had to fulfill their evil wish.
“Here atlas I suppose said,” Whitney murmured as she laughed her way out.”
Whitney was the daughter of the evil-possessed elderly woman with machinelike and horse feet. Her mission was to deliver a young, fresh virgin so that her mother could be free of the curse that was placed on her in Mountain Hill.
“My darling, you did an excellent job.”
