The photographs were sprawled across the floor and Charlotte
had spent the whole morning flipping through dusty old albums. There were just
two weeks before Melody and Braydon’s b ig day. Charlotte wanted to surprise
them with a slideshow of their childhood and years together.
She
gathered a stack of photographs and placed them on the dining table where there
was more sunlight. She took a closer look at the childhood photos of Braydon
and struggled to make up her mind as there were too many adorable ones. A photo
of him pouting his lips showing his bleeding finger caught her attention. She
paused a moment. At the back of Braydon was a reddish looking figure wearing a
white suit.
She looked
closely at all the photos of Braydon and realized that the figure was in every
other photo. Even in a birthday photograph, he would be standing in a corner.
“Melody, I think you would want
to see this. Can you come over now?” Charlotte sound concerned as she hung up.
Melody pulled into the driveway
and parked her Mustang, while waving towards Charlotte, who was standing
outside. As she parked her car, she noticed Braydon in the passenger seat. ‘Oh,
shoot! I forgot to tell Melody to come alone,’ Charlotte thought to herself.
She rushed to put away all the photographs. Melody greeted her warmly with Braydon
by her side.
Braydon’s eyes immediately
spotted the stack of photographs in her hands and asked, “Is that why you
called us here for?” smirking. Charlotte looked him straight in the eye and
threw a photograph on the coffee table, demanding for an answer. Melody ignored
the commotion and wandered into the kitchen. It was then that she realised the
same figure standing behind Braydon.
The figure started to walk toward
Charlotte. His crisp white suit turned to a grim black colour. Braydon remarked
that it was almost her turn, any second now, and Melody waltzed out of the
kitchen with a cleaver. Charlotte pleaded for Melody’s help as the figure began
choking her.
“We all need change… Maybe it’s
time you did too,” Melody’s voice rang in Charlotte’s ears as she took her
final breath.
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