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ลำดับตอนที่ #3 : TCL1: The Truth
I looked at a clock on the wall. It said 10.23pm. My dad never invited anyone over this late, especially on his daughter’s private birthday.
As soon as I reached the top stair, the stranger just walked through my dad’s door.
What was that? He walked through the door? No way. I swiftly walked faster to my dad’s room and swung the door opened.
There was a luxury king size bed curtain located next to high windows. This room was decorated in an old European style. High dark red velvet curtains were tied perfectly by their own matched ribbons. Under the moonlight that was shining through the window, my dad, who looked calm and peaceful, was sitting in bed with three people around him. Neither one of them nor my dad was surprised to see me standing right there.
“Who are these people?” I rudely asked before noticing that they all looked –transparent! Oh my god! What are they! Like my world was spinning, I was going to faint.
“Come sit, sweetie,” he said and patted the spot on his bed next to him.
I glanced at them to try to figure out what they really were while I awkwardly walked through those people and goose bumps suddenly started to rise on my skin. I couldn’t deny that I was so scared.
Ghosts! They were all ghosts!
I couldn’t help but sit next to my dad and abruptly tighten my hand on his. He squeezed my hand softly to say everything’s okay.
“They are not going to hurt you. They are my friends,” he said.
“What are they?” though I had already known what they were, I just needed a confirmation. There was a woman and two men in front of me. The blond hair guy who was shining brighter than the others, whom I had followed, was smiling at me like he was very glad that he would finally be seen.
“They are pure spirits. They will never hurt you, Em,” he said.
“That’s very straight, James,” said a middle-aged man. He smiled at me and stepped forward. I scooted closer to my dad. The man stopped, and then laughed.
“Poor girl. You’re as pale as us now!” He laughed at me like I was a great comedian who had just entertained him with my best show.
“Stop making fun at her, Martin. Give her some time to get used to this,” my dad said and turned to me. He looked into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ear, “these people are friends. You don’t need to be scared, okay?”
I nodded but still shivering. Who would ever think that I would have ghost friends on my seventeenth birthday!
I glanced at the ones other than Martin. There was a woman who was standing next to him. She looked like she was in her early thirties. Her tight red dress suited with her reddish gorgeous lips. Her green eyes were shining like bright emerald jewels above black velvet, and her hair was flowing on her shoulder. Her look reminded me of a vampire queen without fangs.
“This is Amelia,” my dad introduced. The vampire queen, Amelia, gave me a little smile.
“Hi. Finally, we can get to talk to you,” Amelia said lightly.
“Finally?” I repeated her words. It must have been awhile that they had known me. I wondered how long it was.
“Yes, finally, we’ve seen you ever since you were little.”
“Oh…“ I couldn’t find any better word for a reply.
“This is Patrick,” my dad introduced me to the blond guy. His white shirt and blue jeans made me guess that he probably was the same age as me, or maybe a couple years older. His smoky blue eyes were so full of joy. There must be something wrong with his lips because it seemed to be hard for him to stop smiling since I busted in.
“Hi,” he grinned and pulled his hand out toward me like he wanted me to give him a handshake.
What kind of a joke was that? To give him a handshake would not be any different than touching smoke. Who would ever laugh at his dry jokes? I was afraid there was no one.
Patrick raised his eyebrow at my reaction. “That’s not nice, missy.”
“Your unfunny joke is not nice either.”
“And this is Martin,” my dad cut off the soon-to-be-a-fight from conversation, and greeted Martin who just took a slight bow like a gentleman. His white gloves suited with his expensive tuxedo. Some of his black hair was replaced by a grey shade. The smile that seemed to always be on his face made him looks like a very nice old man.
“Hi, lady,” Martin walked toward me. “I’m glad that you are not pale anymore,” he said before starting to laugh again, making me feel stupid.
“Stop making fun of her, Martin,” Amelia who seemed to be the quietest spirit eventually said, making the middle-aged man try his hardest to hold on to his laughing.
My dad shook his head for Martin’s craziness. “No one here found that funny, Mart,” he wrapped his arm around me and softly touched my birthday antique gift on my neck. “Do you remember your favorite bedtime story, Charming and the Witch?”
I nodded. “Yes. Why?”
“Tell me what you remember, Em,” he ordered.
“Now?” I didn’t think it was a good time to tell the bedtime story.
“Yes, please.”
“All right,” this was the weirdest request at the moment. I couldn’t help but started to blabber. “Once upon a time…”
Once upon a time, there was a rich charming man named Eric. Every girl in town dreamed about marrying him, and Laura, the shy farmer girl, was one of them. She fell in love with him.
Day by day, she walked passed his house hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And like destiny, one day he accidentally bumped into her while walking down the street. And ever since that day, every night, he sneaked out of his house to be with her and left her house before dawn just like a secret couple. Eric never took Laura to meet his friends or family and she seemed to be fine with that.
A few months later, Laura found herself pregnant. She had been looking forward to telling her lover about it when he came later at night, but she never knew that that night would be the last time she could be together with him.
When Eric came to her house, before she could tell him the good news, he told her they had to be just friend because he was getting married with a rich girl in town named Jessica, and apologized to her for everything before leaving her house.
Like her world suddenly fell apart. She began crying so hard –hard enough until she had no more tears to let out. She had to do something. Eric, the selfish man, he had to pay for her pain.
On his wedding night, right in front of his house, Laura in her dirty cloth stood in front of the house’s gate. She had been calling for Eric, who watched her from the balcony with a disgusted look. He couldn’t let her ruined his first night so he called his guards to remove her from his land.
Before Laura was carried off of his land, she looked at him furiously and cursed him.
Your family will never be happy, like me. Spirits will follow you everywhere you go for the rest of eternity. They will keep killing your family like cancer. It will never stop unless you do fall in love with anyone, then marry and have a child making a perfect family. It will never stop unless you marry without love and have a child in a sham family.
Eric called her curse crazy and had his guards escort her out of the area. He neither knew that she was a witch nor that she was pregnant.
Just like a bad memory, he totally forgot about Laura. A year later, Jessica had twins making Eric’s family the happiest family in town. But that was until Jessica started to go insane. Laura’s curse finally came after them: Jessica and Eric started to see things. Either day or night, they started to see spirits.
Eventually, Jessica couldn’t take the curse. One night, she decided to hang herself from the balcony, ending her suffering from the curse.
Eric left no stone unturned as he turned the world upside down looking for Laura. Finally, he found her living in a long lost forest with a little boy. At the very moment he made eye contact with that boy, he knew that little boy was his child.
He begged her to revoke her curse, but her swearword was irrevocable. That meant he would have to deal with spirits forever. But their true love never died. Laura who never stopped loving him gave him three charms to protect him and his twin sons from the dark spirits before telling him to leave and never see her again.
I remembered when my dad finished telling me the story. He always asked me what I thought about the story, and I had always said that if I were one of Eric’s children, I wouldn’t get married just so I could end the curse. It would be a great sacrifice not to fall in love with anyone.
“You remembered it perfectly,” my dad smiled, and stood up to get a small mirror from his desk.
“Why did you want me to remind you of this story?” I asked.
“That’s because of Eric. He is your grandfather.”
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