MISTERIO- EPISODE ONE

One palm on the phone skimming through my Instagram page, the other carrying my oversize bag as I walk into the courtyard.

I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful to be home.

A dull day is what I had. I don’t despise my work, but I can’t say I love it either.

Working for someone else comes with a price, especially if they are difficult and know you don’t want to lose the job.

My Boss is the most arduous human I have ever met not only does he forces me to work extra hours and still give me the same pay, but he also did the unthinkable yesterday.

It's been a year and a half since I started working for him, and I have never been late.

The first time I came to work late was last week thanks to traffic, he threatened to deduct it from my salary, but I shook it off thinking he was just bluffing until this month's payday which was yesterday, and then I noticed he stayed true to his words.

I remember staring at him in frustration. I almost cussed him out in front of my colleagues, but I wasn't about to be fired so I just held back my tongue. Thank God for self-control.

My plans for other jobs didn't pan out. It was a miracle I got this one.

I'm back home and my bathtub is the only thing that sounds appealing to me.  Thinking about it makes me so happy. 

The gentle feel of water on my skin, breathing in the aroma of a bubble bath.

I could stay there for hours, releasing every tension in me, reconnecting with my emotions and letting the masks fall off, knowing nobody would judge me, yell at me or make me feel awkward. It was my haven. 

My bathtub has seen me cry more than a rabbit eats vegetables. I call it my little therapy and self-care sessions.   

With my phone now inside my bag, I reach for my keys, grab them, and insert it into the keyhole.

My door creaks open on its own, which means I either left the door open or someone broke into my house.

The only person crazy enough to do the latter was my stalker Ex.

Filing police complaints solved nothing.

This dude has been harassing and sending me death threats for months. There was this one time he threatened my family, unfortunately for him, it didn’t end well.

My Dad got him locked up in jail for a month but from the look of things, he hasn't learned his lessons.

When the threats started coming in again,  I thought it was another psycho playing sick games with me until my mum called and told me that he had been released. She advised me to be careful. I don't like bothering my family so I just kept quiet and never told them that he was harassing me again.

I’m tired of changing locks, this is the third time he has broken into my house in two months, funny thing is that he doesn't steal anything, he just turns my house into a huge mess.

Hell no! There is nothing funny about breaking into someone's house.

I won't be renewing my rent this year, this is it! I am moving out.

As expected my sofa is overturned, my lampstand is on the floor shattered and my clothes are everywhere.

I follow the trail of clothes leading to my kitchen, wondering why he did this. I can see the prints of his dirty boot on my colored dresses. To make matter worse, my kitchen tap is on and water is spilled all over the floor. I turn it off and return to the living room.

I quietly pick my clothes from the floor, my heart breaking as it always does anytime I come home to this.

I get that sometimes people are unlucky when it comes to love but there is only so much a human can bear.

In my next life, I hope to return as a shaman so I'd be able to read people before letting them into my life.

Smack!

An object hard hits me on the head. My ears are ringing as the weight of my body crumbles and falls on the floor before everywhere goes dark.

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 Everywhere is bright, and it hurts my eyes. I open my eyes slowly as they meet with bright lights shining from the bulbs.

It takes me about sixty seconds to figure out where I am; my kitchen.

My head is also on fire. What happened? Why am I on the floor?

I look around, wondering what happened before I blacked out.

There are bloodstains all over my hands, and there is a knife beside me.


Seeing that I’m not hurt well except for the pain at the back of my head, then this has to be someone else’s blood.

Gosh! The pain is excruciating. I feel hazy as I stand up. What game is he playing this time?

Did he drag me from the living room to the kitchen?

I can hear an eerie song from the living room, making the hairs on my body stand.

I follow the trail of blood from the kitchen to the living room, I guess my ex did up his game as he promised in his last note.

First, it was a trail of clothes from the living room to the kitchen, now it is blood.

That is when I saw it; Something is at the door, something covered in blood. Unknown to me that whatever was laying at my door was going to change my life forever.

Please let it not be what I think it is. I offer a silent prayer to Heaven.

I can feel the blood pounding in my ears, my heart thudding in my chest, and a wave of nausea hits me as I move slowly towards the door.

I scramble backward as I stare into the eyes of a lifeless body. My whole body is trembling, and my legs give way as I drop to my knees.


“Help! Somebody Help me please,” I yell amidst tears.

The lifeless body in front of me is that of my best friend, Hannah.

The eerie sound intensifies drowning my shout for help.