Owen wrapped his arms around Maddy’s waist. She felt his warm breath on her ear.
“Have I met you before?” Owen asked as a joke.
“Better be careful,” Maddy replied, grinning at the silliness. “I have a boyfriend and he is big and strong and will be here any minute.”
He looked really good with his perfectly messy hair and blue shirt that matched his clear blue eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. Owen and Maddy had been dating since ninth grade.
“I know I say this all the time, but really, you look amazing,” said Owen.
The restaurant was built into the side of the riverbank. It used to be a cave. Now it had high, arched ceilings with crystal chandeliers twinkling. They followed the waiter across the long dining room and around couples quietly talking. As Maddy got closer to their table in the back of the restaurant, she noticed a large bouquet of daisies there. Owen pulled Maddy’s chair out for her.
Owen said with a huge grin on his face, “You mean so much to me, Maddy. We’re seniors. Only one more year together. I don’t want to take it for granted.”
“We’re going to college. We’re not dying. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She winked at him. “Daisies, my favorite.” She reached out to grab a daisy. Instead she bumped her drink.
It spilled all over the table, dribbling down the little black dress that she had borrowed from her mom.
“Leave it to me to ruin a romantic moment,” said Maddy.
“If you didn’t do something clumsy, then I definitely would have. That’s how I roll.”
Maddy grinned as she stood up.
The bathrooms were in a hallway on the side of the main room. Just inside the ladies’ room was a woman with short red hair and a gray dress—almost the same color as her skin.
“You waiting?” Maddy asked the woman. There was something about her that seemed very old, yet she looked just a little older than Maddy.
“You could say that,” replied the woman with the pale face.
“So,” Maddy said, trying to make conversation, “you come here often?”
The woman burst out in an awkward laugh. “I’m here all the time,” she said. She looked Maddy in the eyes. Blood started to drip from the woman’s left nostril.
“Oh, God! Your nose is bleeding,” said Maddy.
With absolutely no expression, she wiped her nose with her gray—almost blue—hand.
Then, as though she hadn’t talked to anyone in years, she started to babble. “There was this horrible massacre that happened seventy-six years ago. A woman stormed in here and started killing people. The woman was possessed by evil, and she couldn’t stop herself.” Her words came out fast and desperate, more like a confession than a story.
“You wouldn’t believe the blood. It was splattered right here on this wall. A young couple held each other on that bench there. The young man ran in here when he heard his girlfriend screaming. Their eyes—oh God, their eyes. She killed them, too. She didn’t want to, but her body wasn’t under her control anymore.”
The pain in the woman’s eyes was so real. It was as though she had been there on the night she was describing. But that was impossible. This woman was only in her twenties.
Clearly, she had lost her mind. She stared into Maddy’s dark brown eyes. “Have you ever had your mind scream, but your body do nothing?”
Maddy knew what the woman was talking about. She remembered back to when she was a little girl. She used to watch her dad beat her mom. As a little girl she would hide in the coat closet and peek through the crack in the door. She wanted to scream at him him, to stop him, to save her mom, but all she could do was hide until it was over. Then when he had passed out, she would curl up beside her mom.
The woman was now staring off into space. Lips quivering, she said, “There is evil. Evil that can take over someone’s body. Even if their mind screams NO! The evil can still take your body. And all you can do is scream inside your mind.” Then she grabbed Maddy by the wrist and whispered as if someone might hear, “It was Pike.”
Her hand was as cold as ice. Maddy yelped and ripped her arm free.
A look of terror came over the woman’s face. She shouted, “It is P—!”
Before she could finish the statement there was a loud rumble. A brick fell from the ceiling. Then the ceiling collapsed altogether—right on top of the woman. The only thing that could be seen under the rubble was one corner of the bench she had been sitting on. Maddy screamed, “Help! Please, somebody help!” Maddy clawed helplessly at the heavy pile of bricks and old mortar.