As the day drew to a close, an ominous darkness crept over the horizon, devouring the last remnants of sunlight. The approaching night was eerie and unsettling, casting a heavy cloak of gloom over everything in its path.
Outside, the rain was coming down in torrents, beating relentlessly against the windowpanes with a rhythmic intensity that filled the room with a soothing, calming sound.
Each drop of rain was like a tiny percussion instrument, producing a symphony of tapping sounds that echoed throughout the entire space.
As the rainwater trickled down the window glass, it left behind a trail of crooked lines that distorted the view of the outside world, adding to the sense of disorientation and unease.
Helena Castel, an elderly woman of 80 years, carefully placed the book she was reading on the table beside her and slowly made her way toward the cozy comfort of her bed.
She could feel her eyes growing weaker with each passing day, and the strain of reading for long periods was taking its toll. As she lay down, she heard the creak of the door opening and wondered who could be entering her room at this time of night.
As she settled into her cozy bed, she called out to her trusted manservant, Stephan, beckoning him to enter the room.
“Stephan, please come in,” she said with a warm smile.
“And would you be so kind as to keep my glass of chilled water and pills on the nearby table? Thank you” she added.
She heard no reply.
“Stephan?” She called out as she looked up, removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
The door slowly creaked open……
“Harry?” She stammered, feeling the hairs at the back of her neck shiver in fright.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry, I told you?” She questioned nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.
“Yes, It’s me. Did you miss me?” The man said a smirk playing on his face.
“But why are y-y-you here? I thought you said you wouldn’t come back,” She stuttered.
“Oh, surely you didn’t think I would stay away . How could I? Afterall, friends should always have each other’s back, right?” Harry said casually a devious smile on his shifty face as he slowly stepped towards.
“I suppose so. When did you arrive? Shall I call the servant to get you a place,” Mrs. castel said uncertaintly.
“Oh no! Don’t trouble yourself.,” He said sarcastically, “Why are you up, in this witchy hour? It’s certainly not safe.”
“I’m just waiting-” She started, but was cut off by him.
“For your water right?” He finished, “Here, I brought it for you. Here’s your pills as well.”
Mrs. Castel nodded suspiciously and took the pills and water.
She took a deep breath. “Are you sure this is my Azithromycin pills?”
“Yes!” He said quickly, “ Let me help you.”
He smiled evilly and stepped closer to the old woman, while fear evolved in her eyes and she shrank back afraid.
“No, it’s fine. I’m quite able to do it myself,” she replied.
“NO! I WILL DO IT,” He roared, anger coursing through his veins and his eyes flashing dangerously.
He suddenly grabbed her by the neck and force-fed her the pills and water, making her suffocate and choke. Her cries of help were muffled and gradually died down, along with the light in her eyes.
A devilish grin played on his lips and he started to laugh maniacally, before removing all traces of his appearance. He left the room silently, as blood dripped down from the corners of her mouth, a horrified expression on her face.