Chapitre 7  

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The flow of information was coming in, and she was watching the story, feeling the pain once more.  

Nothing made sense. She couldn't understand. She didn't recognized anything, only the sadness.

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In the flow of the images, one sentence stuck out.  

-They are coming.  

Death knew what that meant, and it would protect her at all cost. 

-Who is coming Death?

Death took her by the shoulders, forcing her to come back to reality, if such a thing was possible.

They came back to their body, facing each other in the living room. Death was still holding her wrist. 

-Listen to me Sybil, I can’t explain right now. They are already almost here. You are in danger, if they realize that you remember, that you know, they will kill you.  

It’s powerful glazed never left the witch’s face.  

-You have to act like if you couldn’t see us, you couldn’t see me. Like if everything was, normal.  

-I will.  

She tried to reassure him. She had a good feeling about life. She knew things would turn in her favor.  

-For how long?  

-Maybe ten minutes, maybe an eternity. I don’t know. You have to control your thoughts too.  

Death knew how almost impossible it was to control it’s own thoughts. It struggled with it everyday. That was the part he knew would be the most difficult.  

-They can read your thoughts.  

He let go of her and disappeared just when a bunch of weird looking creatures entered in her house. Without using the door. They where only energy.

 

The witch could see their forms, but most humans couldn’t. For most people, they were a breeze at most.  

She had to chase theses thoughts.  

She had to do things, be in action. 

She focused infinitely hard on what was in front of her. She started doing her dishes.

Tried to concentrate on every little piece of silver wear she was holding.  

She shoved deep down every thought related to death, to what she just saw in the vision.  

She didn’t feel threatened by the entities, just uncomfortable. She couldn’t think about them. They couldn’t know that she was seeing them... And hearing them.  

-Wow. This is what the living is all about! That's an experience for sure!  

They were all very troubledly looking.  

Two of them were really tall. Tim and Mark, they seemed to be the two in charge.

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Again, not their actual name but you couldn't understand their real names. 

About 7 feet tall, their heads only were up to two feet tall. And about half of their faces were covered in eyes. There were many of them, and they weren’t following any pattern. They were all over their faces. 

Sybil was trying to focus really hard on her dishes. Shoving any kind of thoughts not related to wet cutlery way down.   

Focusing on the bubbles, on the smell, on the plant by the window, shoving her tears down her throat once again.