Strange Woman

My mind sensed danger as I slept and when I opened my eyes I saw a woman perched on the end of my bed. I wouldn’t doubt if my eyes popped right out of my sockets. The least I was expecting was my cat to be there as usual. But this woman, wasn’t expecting that. She was old and her eye bags were painful to just look at them. All I could see was her head. “They’re coming!” she exclaimed and then took off out of my window. I lived in an apartment complex on the third floor and there wasn’t any patio out there. I rushed out of my bed to the window.


“Hey, wait!” I yelled. I looked out everywhere and she wasn’t anywhere. “What the?” I know it was dark out, but there were street lamps everywhere. She wasn’t in sight anywhere. I decided to put my clothes on and walk down there. I couldn’t just forget this happened and go back to bed. Anyways, that was one of the creepiest things I’ve seen. I walked downstairs and stepped outside into the freezing night air. I walked over the where she would have landed, and nothing. Nothing at all! “What the hell is going on?”


“They’re going to get you!” it was the same woman’s voice. I didn’t know where it was coming from. And that was the last thing I remembered after someone knocked me out.


I felt warm and cozy, like I was in my grandparents’ house. And I could actually smell the chocolate raisin cookies my grandma would bake. I slowly blinked my eyes a few times, not really knowing where I was. The only thing I could make out was the fact that my head was pounding.


“I don’t think you could have put him in a deep sleep anymore, Angie.” a man said.


“I could already tell he wasn’t going to listen to me.” Angie. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It looked like I was even in my grandparents’ house.


“What -,”


“Look, you’re probably very confused.” a man said. “But if you want to make things go easy, then listen up.” I could finally see the mystery man and the strange woman in my apartment.


“Hey, weren’t you the one who was in my apartment?”


“Yes, yes I was. And for your own good.”


“What did you mean by they’re coming?” I asked.


“No time for this nonsense talk. David, you need to listen to us and believe everything we say. You’re endangered. Men are chasing after you.” said the man.


“What do you mean?” I asked confused.


“When you were a child, you were given to your grandparents so they could look after you. That happened because your parents were killed by the same men that are chasing you.”


“No, my parents were killed in a car accident.” I said even more confused and upset that I was here with this man talking about my parents.


“David, you need to believe every word I say, please. We don’t have much time. Your parents were historians that traveled the world to discover different treasures. They were actually on what was going to be their last time, but were killed by these men.” I looked at him like he was crazy. Because he was and I wasn’t going to deal with this. I got up from the couch.


“Look, I don’t know what kind of sick joke you two are trying to play, but I need to get back. I have a very important job to be at tomorrow.” I started to walk past them, then the man grabbed my shoulder and slammed me down on the floor. “Jesus Christ man! What the fuck is wrong with you?”


“I told you to listen to me. Don’t walk out of here disrespecting me when I have allowed you here in my home.” he said coldly.


“I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for her.” The man’s facial expression changed from mad to like he was sorry for what he did. I stood up and helped me up.


“Sorry, it’s just.”


“Vince, here.” Angie said handing him a journal. Vince looked down at the journal like it was a sad memory in his hands.


“Here,” he said handing me the book.


“What’s this?” I asked confused once again. He didn’t respond back. I opened to the first page, only to see a picture of my parents. I looked back at Vince and he walked away.


“Read it,” Angie said sweetly. I looked back at the picture and then the caption underneath, “Trip to the pirate treasure caves.” On the next page was a journal entry. It looked like my Dad’s handwriting. It talked about how all of the obstacles it took to get to the caves. And about all of the treasure they found and what they took. I flipped through a few more pages and they were the same, stories of them finding all of this treasure. Why didn’t they ever tell me this. I mean, I was only five, but still. They were always gone a lot and their excuses were that they had business trips. Nothing like this. Business trips my ass.


“I don’t understand. No one ever told me about this.”  I said.


“Do you trust me?” Vince asked. I didn’t know what to believe at this point. I guess the only thing I could was believe and trust him.




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