Adrianna Rodencal
Mr. Kristalyn
English 8
10/30/17
The Yellow Note
Why are you here? How did you get here? What do you want? The boy awoke with a strong jerk, the dream quickly subsiding into the dark corner of his mind. Ice blue eyes stared back at him from behind his eyelids. Streaks of sweat ran down his forehead and neck. The teen sat up, staring into the abyss of darkness that he slept in. There was no sound, he strained his hearing but still nothing. A chill ran down his spine and fear began to flood into his veins. Slowly he fully pulled himself out of bed, his feet padding lightly on the floor. A sticky note, bright yellow, had been placed on the kitchen table. It had not been there the first time he had walked past it. The note had one word; Erchomai. I am coming.
The 15 year old boy looked up from the note, walked a little ways down the hall and screamed. The corpse of the only person that actually knew him laid at the other end of the hall.
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I stood on the balcony, overlooking the city of Paris, France. Even after the terror attacks the city was beautiful. The night sky was lit up by stars, the moon, only a crescent was set within them. Beneath, lights glowed lighting a path for people.
My eyes were drawn towards a star as it shot across the wide expanse of the night sky. I jumped back from the railing as my phone began to vibrate. I pulled it out and there was no one calling or texting me. I turned around as the phone on the wall inside of my loft started to ring, the doorbell, a shrill ring, rang multiple times. All of them in one accord. All of them it seemed without meaning. My eyes were drawn down towards the mail slot, watching attentively as it was slowly lifted up and a piece of paper flitted down before landing softly on the ground. This late at night?
Tentatively, I walked towards the door, the phones had ceased to ring and there was no sound, setting my senses on high alert, fear and curiosity spurred me forward. I stopped in front of the mirror, for 20 I look pretty good, 5’11” chiseled face. I try and go to the gym on a regular basis. My hair was light brown turning gold from the summer sun, slicked back from water. Like the color of wheat my brother used to say before… I shoke my head. The features of my face were sharp and made me look older than 20. My eyes, emerald green, were now full of confusion.
I took a step away from the mirror an image of a frightened 15 year old flashed in front of me. Blinking I looked down. Another image flashed from my memory, no it’s not that. The paper was bright yellow, a sticky note, there was only one word on the note.
Translating it from Latin it read; Veni. I have come.
I thought of what Julius Caesar had said, “Veni, vidi, vici.” I came; I saw; I conquered.
My hands shook as I walked hastily over to the kitchen table, placing the sticky note on the edge. The past grabbed for my attention, this happened before!
I proceeded to walk over to my personal work space and opened the drawer. It layed on top, looking the same as it had the night I received it, almost 5 years prior.
I laid the notes side by side on the wooden table, the penmanship was exactly the same. I read them aloud. I could do nothing to stop the chill that ran own my spine.
“Erchomai. Veni. I am coming. I have come.” Fear grabbed at my entire body, paralyzing me, Was this just some sick prank?
Two sticky notes was all that it was and yet I felt as if there was more to it. Is someone stalking me? My nerves had me still on edge and my thoughts were still muddled, trying to figure out what was happening and why. Does it have anything to do with my brother..?
I stood there in silence, it seemed as if Paris had paused life and only I was moving forward. Just like that night when life changed.
The crack of what sounded like a gun ran through the loft breaking the silence that was holding on to me. I leaped away from the door. A pain shot through my side and I gripped it as I fumbled for something to defend myself with.
Every light in the loft turned off all at once. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end, fear flooded into my veins as it had that first night that this happened.
I collected my thoughts and tried to stay under control. The longer that I stand in here the closer who ever else is in here gets. I was backed up into the corner of the kitchen, my side still in pain. The pain pulsing with every heartbeat.
Making up my mind I dashed towards the front door, the entry way was lite up outside of the door. I hurried down the 5 stairs and ran a couple meters before I turned and saw something.
A silhouette stood a top the stairs. Its eyes glowed ice blue with lights that were now off in the entry, I thought that I could see the whites of its teeth before I turned and bolted towards the end of the hall.