rocking thing and simply walked away. She didn’t appear to be at all worried that she’d be caught.
The first thing Trish’s family did was call the police, but knowing the effectiveness of the Kenyan police, they hardly felt comforted. Although the officers promised to do an extensive investigation on these break-ins, Trish’s dad knew he had to do something else. Hiring 24/7 security wasn’t an option because of their financial situation at the time. Trish’s mother’s side of the family already lived in Canada and had been pressuring her parents to move there, so these events were the final push for them.
Trish was devastated by her mom’s story. Lost and scared, she spent the next few days in her room, thinking about what could possibly be the reason for this woman to stalk her. Her parents had absolutely no idea why these things were happening.
But by a few days later, Trish had made herself believe that it was all some sort of fucked up coincidence. She felt safe at home, and nothing further happened, so she decided to leave this absurdity behind and move on with her life. She lived in peace for two years, until she met Rose again.
Trish was, and still is, an avid surfer. Surfing and flying are her two main passions in life. In 2010, she decided to take a vacation and go to Nicaragua, where she’d spend the summer riding waves. This trip had been her dream ever since she got her first surfboard.
She spent most of the summer having the time of her life. She was surrounded by great friends, she’d spend days surfing and tanning, you know, she lived the good life. And just when she started wondering if she had come close to perfect happiness, Rose came back.
Once a week, Trish and her friends would throw a nighttime beach party that involved drinking, grilling, and of course, surfing. It was her favorite part of the summer; they would all sit around the fire, drink whatever liquor or beer they had, and cook some good food. Then, they’d jump on their boards and ride the ocean for an hour or two. This particular night, when everyone was ready to jump in the water, Trish felt ill. She assumed that she either ate something bad or that the cheap vodka was finally getting to her. She told everyone to go ahead and that she’d join soon.
Lying by the fire in the soft, comfortable sand, Trish started dozing off. When the fire started dying down, she sat up and saw a man sitting next to her. Many people would often join these parties, so that wasn’t strange. What was strange was that the man wore a suit. He sat very close to Trish, causing her to immediately sober up. She noticed he didn’t wear any shoes and that his whole outfit, except for the white dress shirt, was black. He even wore one of those old-school top hats. The entire outfit was completely inappropriate for both the beach and the entire climate of tropical Nicaragua.
“Did you sleep well, Trish?” he asked her, smiling and looking at the dying fire.
“Yes… Do I know you?”
“Oh, no, I don’t believe you do, Trish,” the man responded, turning towards her. She noticed that he looked extremely old and young at the same time, as strange as that sounds. His face had clearly been through decades and decades of life, but his eyes… his eyes seemed as young as an infant’s, with an unnatural shine and energy hiding in them.
“Then how do you know my name?” she asked, slowly moving away from the man.
“You know, Trish,” the man said, brushing off the sand from his coat sleeves, “you should really take it.”
Trish froze instantly. Not only was there a strange man in a black suit sitting next to her on the beach, but he also knew her name… and it seemed that he knew more than that.
“Take… take it?” Trish managed to whisper, not wanting to hear the answer.
“Yes, take it,” the man responded, pointing to a spot in the distance ahead. Trish looked to where he pointed and a wave of shivers ran down her spine. Out of
The first thing Trish’s family did was call the police, but knowing the effectiveness of the Kenyan police, they hardly felt comforted. Although the officers promised to do an extensive investigation on these break-ins, Trish’s dad knew he had to do something else. Hiring 24/7 security wasn’t an option because of their financial situation at the time. Trish’s mother’s side of the family already lived in Canada and had been pressuring her parents to move there, so these events were the final push for them.
Trish was devastated by her mom’s story. Lost and scared, she spent the next few days in her room, thinking about what could possibly be the reason for this woman to stalk her. Her parents had absolutely no idea why these things were happening.
But by a few days later, Trish had made herself believe that it was all some sort of fucked up coincidence. She felt safe at home, and nothing further happened, so she decided to leave this absurdity behind and move on with her life. She lived in peace for two years, until she met Rose again.
Trish was, and still is, an avid surfer. Surfing and flying are her two main passions in life. In 2010, she decided to take a vacation and go to Nicaragua, where she’d spend the summer riding waves. This trip had been her dream ever since she got her first surfboard.
She spent most of the summer having the time of her life. She was surrounded by great friends, she’d spend days surfing and tanning, you know, she lived the good life. And just when she started wondering if she had come close to perfect happiness, Rose came back.
Once a week, Trish and her friends would throw a nighttime beach party that involved drinking, grilling, and of course, surfing. It was her favorite part of the summer; they would all sit around the fire, drink whatever liquor or beer they had, and cook some good food. Then, they’d jump on their boards and ride the ocean for an hour or two. This particular night, when everyone was ready to jump in the water, Trish felt ill. She assumed that she either ate something bad or that the cheap vodka was finally getting to her. She told everyone to go ahead and that she’d join soon.
Lying by the fire in the soft, comfortable sand, Trish started dozing off. When the fire started dying down, she sat up and saw a man sitting next to her. Many people would often join these parties, so that wasn’t strange. What was strange was that the man wore a suit. He sat very close to Trish, causing her to immediately sober up. She noticed he didn’t wear any shoes and that his whole outfit, except for the white dress shirt, was black. He even wore one of those old-school top hats. The entire outfit was completely inappropriate for both the beach and the entire climate of tropical Nicaragua.
“Did you sleep well, Trish?” he asked her, smiling and looking at the dying fire.
“Yes… Do I know you?”
“Oh, no, I don’t believe you do, Trish,” the man responded, turning towards her. She noticed that he looked extremely old and young at the same time, as strange as that sounds. His face had clearly been through decades and decades of life, but his eyes… his eyes seemed as young as an infant’s, with an unnatural shine and energy hiding in them.
“Then how do you know my name?” she asked, slowly moving away from the man.
“You know, Trish,” the man said, brushing off the sand from his coat sleeves, “you should really take it.”
Trish froze instantly. Not only was there a strange man in a black suit sitting next to her on the beach, but he also knew her name… and it seemed that he knew more than that.
“Take… take it?” Trish managed to whisper, not wanting to hear the answer.
“Yes, take it,” the man responded, pointing to a spot in the distance ahead. Trish looked to where he pointed and a wave of shivers ran down her spine. Out of
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