Noah's Haunting (2)

Evil: Noun profound immorality and wickedness, especially when regarded as a supernatural force. There is real evil lurking around us. It can attack anyone at any time. How far will the Lancaster family go to save their son from an evil entity that is consuming his body and soul?
Tired as she was from her sleepless night, Asya woke up early as usual. She took a hot shower and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Ridge left her a message on WhatsApp notifying her that he headed to work early in the morning. She heard steps descending the stairs slowly. Noah strolled to the living room and sank in the sofa and started rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning." Asya said, "I didn't expect you to wake up early."
"Neither did I." Noah answered in a sleepy voice.
"How are you feeling now?" Asya asked cautiously.
He looked at her for a moment and shrugged "I don't know."
Silence engulfed the place. She prepared the omelets and jam silently. Noah helped her in setting the table looking at her closely in a way that irritated her. She brought the kettle to the table and beckoned him to sit down.
"Why are you looking at me?" Asya asked.
"You look troubled." Noah said.
"No, I'm not." She said firmly.

"You wanna talk about last night?" Noah said avoiding eye contact.
"No, I want you to move on." Asya said softly.
"I bet you're thinking, this kid is seriously messed up." He said chewing on a large piece of bread.
"I'm thinking what kind of bad dream you saw that lead you to such a terrible meltdown." said Asya.

Noah looked at her, his lips parted to say something but he didn't. He is still shaken from what he witnessed the night before. In the middle of the night he heard a deep voice whispering his name. He woke up and moved from room to room slowly. Asya and his father were sound asleep so the voice was not coming from their room. He descended the stairs slowly and in the living room he saw the rocking chair moving. The deep voice kept on calling him, "Noah, Noah come closer."

He froze and he could hardly breath. "Not again, please." he screamed in his head. He felt a strong hand laid firm on his shoulder and he turned around to find three large men staring at him with hollow eye sockets. All what he remembers afterwards is that he was screaming in his bed and his father shaking him strongly to wake up. It was not a dream, he was sure it's not a dream especially with the bruise on his right shoulder.

Nothing remarkable happened for the rest of the day. Noah kept himself locked in his room and Asya conducted a mini internet research about social anxiety. There was an abundance of information on countless websites.
She didn't sense the passing of time till she heard the latchkey and Ridge walking in with his suitcase. He hung his coat on the hook beside the door and said, "Hello!"

Asya turned off the laptop and stood up with open arms, "Welcome back honey."
Ridge hugged her and said, "I missed you."
"Me too."
"Did you have enough sleep?" He asked.
"No, neither did Noah, we both woke up early." Asya answered casually.
"What happened yesterday, it happens a lot. I don't want you to panic." Ridge said.
"We have t do something, he is suffering. My heart is breaking for him." Asya protested.

"What makes you think that I haven't done everything I could? Therapists, meditation, medicine and remedies. I tried everything Asya." Ridge said angrily.
"I didn't mean that, but.... you know he seems to be suffering Ridge." Asya said.
"I know, I know he is and it kills me that I can't do anything about it. "
"We will try harder baby, ok?" Asya said rubbing his back.
Published: 2/16/2017
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