After dinner, we went back to the living room.
But there was a problem.
Maricar disappeared. Literally disappeared.
"Millien, where is she?" I started panicking.
Cynthia was with us, so she wouldn't be possessed.
Mrs. Bartolome also stayed with us. But Mr. Bartolome?
Nowhere.
He told us he'll be in his study to handle some paperwork, so I told Millien to explore the house, mansion, or whatever you call this kind of massive house.
And he immediately hopped and skipped around.
Why does he always do that? I've been meaning to asked why he doesn't walk like normal or run, just hopped and skipped.
All the time.
I kept the chatter alive, just to lighten up the atmosphere. But my legs were staying still.
I was rocking it. Sign of me being restless.
"You okay?" Cynthia leaned and asked.
"No. I'm not." I answered.
I was looking around, waiting for any news from Millien. Until, he appeared.
If you can call it a run, skipping in a very fast pace, then that's what he was doing.
"Anthony. Maricar possessed someone. This is gonna be fun. I mean bad. Real bad." Millien said.
But he was pretty much entertained by what's happening.
Even if he denies it.
If it was something I'm involved with personally, he would intervene and side with me.
Loyalty cookies. Are the best.
But if its something else. Like how he wanted to see Maricar to take action herself.
They don't care about morals, or ethics. That's not in their world.
I took my phone out and chatted in our GC.
"Maricar possessed someone. Millien confirmed it." I tapped send.
Then i gestured for Sarah and Gino to check their phones.
They did and read my message.
Gino typed immediately.
"Who?"
"What do we do?" Sarah sent in the GC.
"We look for that person and purge her out." I sent it and tucked my phone away.
I leaned towards Cynthia and whispered.
"Maricar possessed someone else. I'm afraid, she'll do something again. You exactly know, how she makes use of a body she possessed."
Cynthia squeezed her thighs together reflexively and paled.
"She's here?"
"Yeah. She followed us here. We'll go into details, once she's found."
I stood up and stretched.
"Mrs. Bartolome... I feel ashamed asking this but.... Can I use your toilet?"
Mrs. Bartolome looked up at me and smiled.
"Cynthia, why don't you lead your friend. I'll be going to your father's study. To give him some coffee." She stood up and excused herself, heading towards the kitchen.
While us four?
We stood up and head towards Cynthia's room. For a little meeting.
When we're inside, Cynthia looked at us, wanting some explanation.
"Why is she here?"
"Because your parents were the ones who pushed her to her own death. Your father...used her, manipulated her, kept her as a back up for his urges, while in a relationship with your mother."
I said it bluntly. There's no need to sugarcoat it when we're already in this kind of situation.
"What? I don't believe you. They were known for being college sweethearts until they're married." Cynthia couldn't believe it.
She was shaking her head and slide down from the door to the floor.
So I explained to her everything that Maricar said. Letting her absorb why she was targeted. Her being Maricar's indirect killers' daughter.
And she was sobbing. Trembling. The truth was too much for her to take.
"And she's here for revenge, Cynthia." I finished it with another truth.
"Your parents did something unforgivable to her. And if you want to save them, they must face her." Sarah said full of conviction.
"We need to take action before something bad happens. Maricar's inside someone. She's capable of killing, Cynthia. Will you help us? This is your family. You have seen both sides. You must choose which side you're at." I crouched and removed her hands away from her face.
Cynthia looked at me, sniffling.
"I'm not choosing sides. I'm gonna be doing what I think is right."
I wiped her tears away and smiled.
"Do what you must. Make sure you won't regret it."
I helped her up and we all went towards the location of her father's study.
But we were too late.
Commotion was erupting inside already. We rushed there and what we witnessed when we arrived was...
Mr. Bartolome was naked down the waist, a made bent over full bare.
And Mrs. Bartolome? Raging with fury and yanked the maid's hair, dragging her away from her husband.
"You slut! How dare you seduce my husband!" She slapped her, and tossed her to the side.
The maid stayed still, and suddenly, she started laughing.
Mr. Bartolome hurriedly put on his jeans and brushed his hair up in shock.
"What did I do? Helena, I didn't mean any of that. I was so out of it." He started mumbling.
But Cynthia's mother was beyond reason. Like the past repeating itself.
But this time... Maricar wasn't taking it slow.
The maid stood up. I rushed forward and covered her with the jacket lying on the rack, putting it over her body.
That's when I noticed.
The maid? Has Maricar's face. Flesh and alive.
[COMPLETE POSSESSION HAS BEEN REACHED. THE VICIOUS SPIRIT HAS BEEN EVOLVING.]
That was a red warning.
She looked at me with such beautiful face, and smiled warmly. Cupping my cheek.
"Anthony, this is me. This is the face they played at. I am alive again."
I swatted her hand away and stepped back.
"No! You've been dead for more than two decades ago Maricar. Leave that body now!" I commanded her.
But she was just giggling.
The name drop I did made Mr. And Mrs. Bartolome frozen on their feet.
"Maricar?" Mrs. Bartolome repeated in disbelief.
Then she stared at the maid. And gasped. It was indeed Maricar's face. But when they were 21.
The same face she hated and envious of. The girl that Mr. Bartolome kept going back to. For a taste, and for a sense of dominance.
Now... They're meeting each other again. The same situation. The same betrayal...
All over again.