The Isis House

"This amulet represents the rising sun. Make sure to keep this safe because it's from your grandmother and it's carved from red glass. Understood?" he said and I nodded happily.

It's my first time to have a necklace and ever since he gave it to me, I always bring it whenever I go.

Someone entered the room without knocking making me jumped and hide the amulet quickly.

She gasped and giggled. "Are you my new roommate?!" she said with a hard Irish Accent. "I'm Ellacke Johnson. But you can call me Ella. But when you pronounce my whole name, it needs to sound more French on the 'cke', understood?" she calmly said and I nod while she pulls her luggage from the entrance of the door.

Ella started putting her clothes on her dresser while I read a book about the French Revolution. Someone opened the door without knocking again. Great, I didn't know people can knock.

"Ella, supper's ready." a man with the same feature as Ella said. He then looks at me and waves his hand.

"Really, Eugene? You can just shout from downstairs or text me." Ella said while she closes her dresser and puts alcohol on her hands. "This is Eugene. My twin brother."

I offered him a handshake and he accepted it leaving it with a kiss. "Eugene! God, stop doing that." Ella said and huffed. I just laughed and we decided to go downstairs to the dining area.

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After the housekeeper served us supper, we dig in on the food and we all sat quietly. When we finished eating, I headed straight upstairs and continue reading my book, and decided to brush my teeth and lay down.

I sigh. I can't sleep. I've been thinking about the first hour. About that dream.

Someone entered my room making me startle, he entered and look at me. It was the same boy from the train station I saw. He still has this sad look on his face. His sad green eyes stare at me. Where's Ella?

"Save me, love." and then he just vanished like a wind. I stood up and walk near the door, there I saw a woman, grinning evilly while walking towards me. She suddenly held my neck. She was already choking me.

"Never." I coughed, her grip is starting to get hardened.

I inhaled deeply and sat on my bed. Another nightmare. I look at my room, it still has its same violet wall with stripes and Ella. I sighed freely. I hold my neck and look at the mirror at the dresser.

It has a mark. Is it a dream? Or is it real?

Edited: 07/13/21