Chapter 199

Yes, it is them. Fear and anxiety grip my heart and mind.

"Quincy? Quincy?" I hear the shadow say. I yelp and move backward, hitting the table slightly. The candlelight blazes suddenly like it was never out.

Davina and Rita look at me gaping while her mother smiles smugly, sitting on the red rugged floor.

My heavy breathing is the only thing that is audible in the small room.

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“Quincy, Quincy.” I hear a voice faintly.

A hand suddenly touches my shoulders and shakes me, trying to get my attention.

“Quincy, god, are you alright?” Davina asks me worriedly. I look at her face and it is covered with concern.

I can tell that she is worried about me.

“Yeah,” I say out loud, even though I don’t believe myself. “Yeah, I’m alright. I think it’s the tequila.” I force a smile.

It must be the tequila, shadows don’t talk. I am not a big believer in spirituality but Rita’s mother has won me over.

And her mother knows. She