Face of Death, Part #4

Once i was packed i waited in Mrs Roderick's room not wanting her to suffer without her evening medications. At ten pm Mr Roderick's town car pulled up the drive way, and by ten fifteen he had Mrs Roderick up the stairs and in her room. I quickly explained that i was leaving, i was jittery and shaking all over as i gave Mrs Roderick her medications. While i helped her into her night dress and removed her make up, Mr Roderick pleaded and begged me to at least stay the night so he could send for a replacement in the morning. Just as i was about to tell him of what i had found, Mellinda slipped into my line of sight. She was standing by the door her lips tightly pulled up over her teeth in an animalistic growl, blood curdling the blue of her eyes. Fear took the words from my mouth and i gave into Mr Roderick's pleading. That night i sat ridged over Mrs Roderick bed. My chest wound so tight that when a small bird landed on her windowsill, i jumped and knocked over a glass of water on the bedside table. Mrs Roderick gave way from her peaceful sleep as her night terrors took over her body. I was so busy calming her, i didn't see Mellinda walk like a ghostly spirit through the wall that separated her room from her mothers. I didn't see her face, the blood in her eyes a deep shade of crimson. I didn't hear her steps as she came up to stand behind me. All i remember is the hot burning sensation of her hands as she grasped the sides of my head and my body withered away to dust, my face become just another on her bedroom floor. I was soon joined by her mother and her farther. And not long after, when the sun slid over the window Miss Penny and Mr Johnston's faces appeared by the bookshelf. Now we are one, and we sing our sad song. Mellinda comes to talk to us, now we all can see her true face, and the house is so full of faces. Travelers, salesmen, homeless beggars, animals and whoever else strays upon our house joins our endless song. If you happen upon a rundown country manor, covered in dead rose bushes and specks of fading white wash. If from that house you hear a sound as if the very wind is saddened. Do not enter. Do not speak to the unnaturally beautiful red headed women with dazzling blue eyes. Do not be drawn into the charms of her voice. Run, i implore you, run before she takes you!