After enjoying a delicious hot fried chicken supper and taking a long cool shower, Lydia slipped into her red mini night dress and curled up in the hide-a-bed in the living room of her house.
Lydia retrieved her journal off the nightstand along with its pen, but before she could open it, she felt a woman’s presence in the room. She tried to ignore it, but the presence was way too strong.
“Welcome home, Lydia.” A woman said.
“Thanks.” Lydia answered.
“This is your forever home.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your spirit is mine now.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Midnight. You are now my mistress.”
“You’re not human.”
“I was once.”
“When?”
“Ever heard of Ancient Earth?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
“Ancient Earth is my homeland.”
“Is?”
“I am still alive in that time.”
“How can you be there and here too?”
“I’m trapped in between two worlds.”
“How did you get trapped there?”
“The king of my homeland had a sorcerer place a spell on me.”
“Why?”
“To punish me.”
“For what?”
“Disobeying his strict rule.”
“What strict rule?”
“Never have an affair with an alien nephilim.”
“And?”
“I had an affair with one and I had his son.”
“Go on.”
“My son began terrorizing the kingdom.”
“How can an innocent baby terrorize a kingdom?”
“Alien nephilim babies grow up quicker than human babies do.”
“How so?”
“Human babies’ growth are much slower than alien nephilim babies’ growth.”
“Meaning?”
“An alien nephilim reaches adulthood long before a human does.”
“Are you saying they grow ten times quicker than humans do?”
“Exactly.”
“Does that mean your son began terrorizing your Homeland the minute he became a teenager?”
“Yes.”
“What happened to him?”
“He got permanently exiled from the kingdom.”
“You got punished on the account of your son?”
“Exactly.”
“Tell me, how did you get here?”
“The sorcerer placed me here.”
“How long are you supposed to be there?”
“A hundred years.”
“How long have you actually been there?”
“Nearly a hundred and nine years. I’m longing to be free.”
“How can you be set free?”
“Breaking the sorcerer’s spell.”
“Wouldn’t be there a hundred years break the spell?”
“So far it hasn’t.”
“What do you think has gone wrong?”
“The sorcerer lied to me.”
“How can it be broken?””
“That’s why I’m in this house.”
“You lost me.”
“I know who you are Lydia Worrall and I know you’re the human who can help me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I saw you that day you looked in the window of this house and I knew instantly you’re the human who can help me break this spell I’m under.”
“Are you saying you have been waiting for me all these years?”
“I have.”
“How do you know I was gonna buy this place?”
“By you’re reaction to me saying hello to you.”
“You’re the one who said hello?”
“I am. I also know what you do for a living.”
“How?”
“I just do.”
“How can I help you?”
“You’re a library researcher, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“You have access to ancient history at the library where you work?”
“Kind of. Why?”
“I need for you to find out who the sorcerers were in Ancient Earth and find their dwellings.”
“Ancient Earth never existed.”
“It did and the library where you work at has access to the Ancient Earth records hidden inside its Archives Room.”
“How do you know this?”
“The son of the couple who had once lived here conducted his family history in that Archives Room at that library.”
“And?”
“He has long disappeared.”
“Excuse me?”
“The young man disappeared one day while researching his family history and had never been seen again.”
“You think he has somehow found an entrance into Ancient Earth?”
“Or is locked inside the Ancient Earth Library.”
“I can’t do anything tonight.”
“You work tomorrow, don’t you?”
“Yes I do.”
“Can you look for it while you’re there?”
“During my break maybe.”
“You can do it at some time?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“All I can ask for. Goodnight, Mistress.”
“Goodnight, Midnight.”
The woman’s presence soon vanished and the living room became silent.
Lydia opened her journal and wrote in the date and time. Then wrote:
Just had the strangest experience. I just had a conversation with a woman I could not see. We had quite a talk. She said her name is Midnight and she claims she is from Ancient Earth. But how can that be? Far as I know there has never been an Ancient Earth. Or has I among millions of others had been lied to all these years? If what Midnight claims is actually true, then I somehow I should be able to find some kind of proof of it and the Ancient Earth Library she spoke up.
Maybe tomorrow. I’m just too tired tonight to look into it.
Goodnight, Lydia.
Lydia closed her journal, put it and the pen onto the nightstand, turned off the light, laid down and fell asleep.
Judy Kaye 2 