"Come towards me, I just wanna have a taste... I am bleeding... They died in a ghastly accident... My wife owns everything... I can't help...He is dead...
She gasped for breath as she woke from her terrible nightmare.
It came again! After many years, it finally resurfaced, she felt her eyes twitching and her hands trembling, and suddenly she heard a recognised but unwanted voice behind her.
Slowly, she turned to face the owner of the voice.
"Hi Sabrina, it's being a while" Anthony said to her with a cold smile.
"N-n-no, y-y-your a-a-are not r-r-real" she stuttered, frightened by the cold ghostly voice, she toggled backwards.
She had to trust her instincts, Ghost never existed, and Anthony couldn't make the first, there was no way he could have crawled back from hell.
Slowly, after mustering enough courage, she opened her eyes and sighed with relief. It had only been a figment of her imagination-an allucination.
She searched everywhere carefully and after finding nothing, she smiled.
" Can't believe I thought for a sec that he was here" she said and scoffed.
She was deep in thoughts when she got a call from her Personal Assistant from Canada.
"Miss Milford" Wools called out with a tensed voice.
"What happened?" She asked, sounding more concerned than worried.
"Mr Milford... She heard him wince in pain and she suddenly felt suspicious.
"W-w-what happened?" She asked with a difficult calm voice.
"He isn't dead, he is very much alive ma'am, and he has come back to haunt...
That was all she heard from him before the ambulance siren was heard. She dropped the phone in silence. She knew that he was dead but she felt bad that she had lost a life again due to her carelessness.
So, Anthony was really here? How did he find her? Who was he in the house? He would be somewhere or probably someone. She just needed to find out and she had to do that as soon as possible.
Holbrook Palmer Park
She stood from a distance, admiring the movement of the merry-go-round alongside the fireworks, it blended well together.
She wasn't priviledged to have such fun, especially not when she had Acrophobia.
Since childhood, she had always had that unbearable fear in her, she was always at the top in life but she couldn't bear to look down, the same way she felt scared whenever she look into the past.
She remembered how her father would try to help her to get over the fears.
'I'll hold your hands and we'll slide right through'
'But, it is a bridge not a slide' she would complain in fear.
'Then we'll walk right through the bridge's her father would say with a smile.
Then, she had a lot of questions and her father had all the answers with no frustration.
Maybe she would have gotten over her fear if her father, was still alive.
She tried to gulp down the heavy lump in her throat but it only brought tears streaming down her cheek.
"Stacie, why are you crying, missing your lovely father?"
She heard his voice again and immediately remembered what Wools had told her before his demise.
Sh turned in the direction of the voice and true to his words, Anthony was standing there.
"Happy to see me?" He asked with a smile.
She sighed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Why did you kill Wools?" She asked and closed her eyes for a second but by the time she opened her eyes... Anthony was no more there!
She fell to the ground in shock, how did he escape? No, he couldn't have escaped in a second without her knowing.
She had only closed her eyes for a second and he...was gone.
She slowly stood from the ground, re visiting Wools' words and doubting it.
What if there was a mistake or a misunderstanding that unfortunately correlated with her present time.
There was no way Anthony could still be alive, she saw him breath his last, because she was there! Or, was someone trying to get to her?
Heaving her sight, she decided to leave the scene but as she walked forward in the direction where she had seen Anthony, she felt something under her sneaker, and when she bent to see what it was, she figured out that it was an... holographic projection.
Somebody was trying to mess with her head, but she had no idea who it was.
Who knew so much about her past and is trying to haunt her with it?
She took the device and walked away.
From a distance, Anthony watched her with a sinister smile on his face and he nodded slowly.
"This is just the beginning dear, there's more to come" he said and looked into the eyes of his only son.
"She killed your father, son but now I am back from hell. Make sure you give in your everything to destroy her" he said, pattin g the young man by his shoulder.
The young man eyes widened in shock.
'Sabrina?' he thought and with a defeated sigh, he lowered his head.