Elizabeth Ann

My brow furrowed, in the middle of answering the home works given to us in OrgPsy, when I remembered the male voice who whispered the name, Bethany, to me earlier and chanted a spell before I was able to calm myself down. I'm thankful that I have finished my assignments in HRM and SocPsy before my curiosity got the best of me.

The voice was deep and husky. I shivered at the memory on how close he was that I felt his breath under my ear.

It also happened right after I saw the familiar person looking at me under the big oak tree in our university grounds. As soon as it disappeared, I was running out of breath and was rescued by a spell.

It seems odd but I began to think that the voice intended to save me from an attack.

I felt the need to search the house for something I don't know yet. It's as if it's telling me that I still have lots to learn about my family history and all.

I stood up from my chair and had the urge to scan the house. It was only quarter past seven and thankfully, I had my early dinner before I became busy with school works. Tita Tammy wouldn't be calling me for nothing tonight.

I exhaled when I saw nothing interesting in my room so I decided to go to my parents'. It took me a lot of courage to go inside their room as I never did visit it since the day they died.

As I entered the room, dusts and cobwebs can be seen at the top of their television, at the edges of their built-in wardrobe cabinet, even at the dresser. I even sneezed as I went along. I closed the door immediately behind me cautious that Tita Tammy might see me.

I didn't let anyone inside even her. I don't know why but I don't feel that confortable around her. That's one of the reasons why I didn't dare to mention my parents' things and I have kept their bedroom key ever since.

Cliche as it may sound but the memories of me sneaking at the middle of the night and Mom finding out about it and ordering me to sleep between them inside this very room came to me. I didn't realize that I began crying until I felt a pool of tears sprung from my eyes.

I sat on the rocking chair beside the closet which was thankfully not so dusty and sniffed as I tried to blink back tears. Then, I sneezed.

I have to do something to ease and get over this sadness so I started cleaning. By cleaning, meaning making use of my powers.

I mean, I am not that tall to reach the top of the closet and such so I did use them. Telekinesis is definitely the skill that I always use. Well, aside from the summoning power which also comes in handy at times.

In only a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes, I am done cleaning everything. And, as I summon the dirty cloth from their bookshelf, a softbound book fell from it which I ran to save from crashing to the floor.

I panted as I was at the chair earlier and the bookshelf was at the other side of the room. As I carried it, a folded beige note dropped from one of the pages and I bent down to pick it up.

Dear Liz

I frowned thinking how and when was it written.

"Lizabeth!" Tita Tammy's voice was echoing downstairs and I rushed out of my parents' bedroom, making sure that I had locked it and the keys are with me. I had the book and note hidden between my arms and rushed to my room which is right beside them. I placed the book under my pillow.

"Po, Tita?" I yelled back from my room. I had my hair made unruly to appear like I have slept during my review.

"Anong ginagawa mo?" She asked when she saw me inside my room and sitting on my bed.

"Nakatulugan ko po pagrereview, Tita." I smiled sheepishly and flashed her a peace sign.

She shook her head, "aalis ako ulit. I have to talk to some people. Lock the doors."

"Yes po. Ingat po kayo." I nodded and followed her outside.

As she bid her goodbye to me, I close the backdoor and a whiff of air grazed my skin. I shivered at the coldness and closed it immediately.

"Bethany".

My eyes widened and I blinked.

Was it just my imagination or has the voice returned once again?