Don't Forget Me (Chapter-13)

Going fast is great, but hypermiling can give you great vibes. Driving is relatively easy, yet high speeding makes the routes adventures. Especially, if it is a ghost drifting his victim into its trap accompanied by loud rock music. I insisted with my new mother to drive the car myself and now seeing her face; I knew that she regretted her decision. This drive will surely give her a foretaste about her upcoming misfortune.

“Can you please slow down” She yelled with hands holding her heart.

“Does death scare you?” I asked

“Why are you speaking nonsense?” she shouted

I hit the brakes as hard as I could and tapering off as I came in front of the Peterson’s mansion gate. Mrs Elizabeth could hardly breathe; if a short drive from the police station to her house traumatised her, then what would happen when the game will start. I did not know that behind the arrogant woman hid a coward. I turned my visage to face her.

“Was it the drive, or my questions that made you uncomfortable?” I teased

“Shut up!” she was mad at her son, little did she knew that it was a ghost speaking to her.

She unlocked the gate and got inside; I walked behind her by whistling. Playing in the garden would surely be more fun than indoor games. scratching my head with my long and bony fingers; my eyebrows slant down towards my nose making an evil looked, squaring my jaws and cracked a maniacal smile. With my palms facing each other and, my fingers drumming together, I stopped walking.

“Mummy,” I prolonged my words with a low-pitched tone.

“What!” She turned around, lifted her hands in the air and took a long breath.

" Let’s play,” I grinned

“What’s wrong with you? Are you mad? It’s 1 a.m,” She scolded

I observed her exaggerated action by tilting my head to one side then I drew closer to her and, kneeled myself to her level. Putting an arm on her shoulder, I fixed her in her eyes with coldness and, observed each of her blinking. If she was wise enough like her flattered, then she should know that I’m not Troy.

“Truth or dare,” I asked

“Troy stop being annoying and let’s get inside” She spun her heels to get away from me but, I seized her hands and crumpled it.

“Stop it! You are hurting me. Insane boy,” she cried with pain.

“Truth or dare” I questioned again with the same pitcher of tone.

“Fine! Truth” she exclaimed.

“If you ever learn that I killed someone, will you punish me?” I inquired

“You are my son, nobody will touch you,” she smiled warmly at me

“Well, I rapped Lisa and killed her,” I confessed

" wh-what” she hushed her tones

“Will you punish me for my deeds?” I asked, giving her an opportunity to rectify her mistakes, then maybe I could spare her.

“No! let’s get inside. We will figure out how to cover up your mess,” she whispered.

I laughed at my idiocy, How could I ever thought that a person like Mrs Peterson could get me justice. Both Rattled and incensed, I tighten mother-hen around her waist and, pulled her hair. Letting her see my soul would be funnier, but dad would never help me with this. However, when ghosts possess a human being their eyes colour can be made visible to another human.

“Troy, what’s wrong with you? You are hurting me,” she inflicted

“Troy! No, Mrs Elizabeth, this is Lisa,” I snapped

I fluttered my eyes and changed it to its real colour. As my eyes turned to crimson red; the wind became stronger and wider than never before, the trunk of small trees uprooted, yet nothing fell off the ground. Everything was flying in the air, even the water of the koi’s pond was floating in small bubbles in the air. Terror sat on the face of Mrs Elizabeth, never must she had seen something like that before. The scary sounds of winds made her even more petrified and, stupefied. Her lips quivered uncontrollably while her neck stiffed, making her veins visible.

" You see, I gave you a chance to mend your actions but, you are so selfish that killing you would make the world a better place to live,” my voice changed into guttural sounds.

“Troy stop scaring me please,” she implored

“There is no Troy here but, I will make you see what your son did to me,” I screeched

I released her hair, squeezed my thumbs under her double chin while placing my other fingers over her forehead. The second I closed my eyes; gravity took back it’s placed by down forcing every floated thing in the air caused by me to land. I concentrated and flashbacks about my death came into my mind; I took a long breath and transference every single thing that happened to me that night into the mind of Mrs Peterson. Gooseflesh pimples appeared on her hands, her eyes felt wide open and became completely creepy white colour, she agitated during the whole process as if feeling disgusted about what she was witnessing. I wanted to let those images kept on playing into her mind because I knew that was torturing her, but I had another plan for her. I removed my hands over her face and let her gain came back her sense.

“So, You see what your son did to me. You were right to think that Troy was kidnapped. What you are seeing in front of you is just a body, it blocked your son inside, but before that, I raped your son with a huge branch and tortured him the whole time. I had nothing against you, but you agonised my father, so your sentence is only death in the hands of your own son.” I cracked a laugh.

Fear took over Mrs Peterson till her bones, she shoved me and ran inside her house. I did not move a finger to stop her as I was enjoying the scene. My eyes fixed her every movement until she locked the door behind her. Playing hide and seek was my favourite game since childhood. I marched to the door, eardrops her moves through the doors and busted into a laugh as her moves indicated her hastened to stow away from me. I took a few steps back and kicked down the door as I stepped inside, I called out her name.

“Mrs Elizabeth, you know it’s futile to hide away from me. I am a ghost, I can sense your fear and hear your heartbeat” I followed the sound of her racing heartbeat and ended up facing a cupboard. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I knocked on the wooden door.

" Don’t you know that When someone knocks at the door, you should ask who is it, Bad mannered will be severely punished,” I warned and knocked again

“Who is it?” A trembled little voice replied.

“Death” I snapped back and opened the door. She was sitting down and burying her face on her knees just like a terrified child.

“Truth or dare,” I teased

“Truth” she murmured back without lifting her face from her knees.

“No! the game does not function like that, you already had your truth and it’s time for a dare,” I reprimanded

" What are you going to make me do” she finally lifted her swollen face.

“Give me your phone,” I ordered

She handed me her mobile with shaken hands. I searched through her call list to see if she called for help, but she did nothing like that. Either she was a fool or panic-stricken her mind too much. The reason to take her phone was not only to check her calling activities but to record everything that will happen to her. Troy has the right to see how he killed his mother.

" Come with me” I seized her hands and dragged her to her final destination.

We escalated the spiral stairs which were compacted and radiated around a centre pole. The final step that we took landed us on her house roof; the light grey roof was of a gable roof style which means one side up and the other side down just like a traditional dog house. In my right hand was Mrs Elizabeth’s hands and, in my left hand was a bottle of Jack Daniels.

" Time to start the game,” I cracked a laugh

" Lisa! I’m sorry about everything. Give me a chance please,” she pleaded

" Fine! I want you to walk on the edge of this roof and take a sip of a drink with every footstep taken. If you succeed to make one complete round, you will get your chance,” I winked at her.

" you kidding me! I will fall down” she gazed at me with eyes full of tears.

" Either this or I slaughter your throat,” I said by pressing the bottle beneath her chins.

Her heat palpitated while her hands reached the bottle. She trudged to the edge of the roof and took a sip of the drink, meantime; I sat on the flue liner of the chimney and filmed my horror movie. Mrs Peterson stretched her arms horizontally to gain balance while she trekked on the drip edge of the roof; she proceeded step by step hesitantly, the first few moves were excellent just like an acrobatic, but arriving half-way her legs weaken, or she was just too drunk to continue. However, her bravery should be admired because she did not give up, her feet kept on tipping over the shingled, yet she fought for her life. She swept profusely, her red hair was all wet with perspiration and her eyes were concentrated with each of her moves. Each of her false moves thrilled me, it was amazing to see the person who was once inhuman, now struggling for her life.

" I did it” She yelled with excitement as she reached her starting point.

“Bravo,” I clapped my hands and stepped towards her.

“Let me live now” she bewildered

Heads in clouds, I scratched my heads and licked my lips, should I let her live or not?. I promised her a second chance if she succeeds, and she came out victorious. Legends say that ghosts are manipulative, so deceiving her will only be my true nature.

" Actually, I promised my dad not to harm you, but if demons like you keep on breathing, then the world will suffocate,” I grinned

" NO! You vowed to me,” she cried out

" I’m a ghost, you should have never trusted me,” I said before I swung my foot right in front of me like snapping a towel which leaded Mrs Peterson to collapse and hit the ground by making a satisfying crunchy sound of broken bones: the end of Mrs Peterson. I watched from above her broken body and felt like wanting more, I’m enjoying killing people, it’s like becoming addicted to murder. What’s happening to me?.