Belling’s CurseBelling is a seemingly nice simple town that hold a dark past. Every ten years six children of the Belling town would go missing never to be seen again and later would assumed dead. Why does this keep happening? Who or what can be responsible for this? Are these children really dead?Mrs. Maya Lebelest was known to be very kindhearted. Though that was only the side she led her friends and neighbors to believe before her mysterious death. she was very charming, manipulative and promiscuous woman. Men found it easy to fall in love with Maya. However, the hard part was falling out. They would become aggressively obsessive with Maya. Sadly, at her young age, she didn’t give a damn about their hearts. If she could, she would crack open their chest and pull out their hearts. As it beats in her hand, she would squeeze it; digging her nails into it’s chambers. She was vicious wolf in gentle sheep’s clothing. But there was a day…an outsider came to live in their town. He was from the city and was looking for a place that was quiet to complete his novel. His name is Fred Lathery. Fred was working on his first novel, however he suffered from writer’s block. Poor Fred…so much ahead of him. So much that he could’ve done, if he had stayed in the city. But he didn’t realize the depth of the hole he unwisely had dug himself into.
It wasn’t until he meet the lovely…Mrs. Maya. She was widow and nearing her late twenties. One look at her and his heart was instantly stopped beating. He was lured by her eyes. His body only listened to her command. It felt as if he was spellbound. How did they meet? Well…it’s a small town. A leaf can fall and everyone will know the color, why it feel, where it fell, what kind of leaf it was, and etcetera. Nothing can be hidden. Not in this small town…the smallest whisper will spark rumors of all types of nonsense. It wasn’t a moment after he began to unpack when heard knocks at his door. Yes, he opened it. He didn’t think they were bad people. He didn’t think that he’ll be ruined. He wasn’t thinking as turned the doorknob and was greeted with their false smiles. The neighbors’ wives can to visit him, bearing pots and pans of foods. Fred smiled and greeted them. He was too kind. That made Fred a fool. He couldn’t see past their masks. Fred was a caring and yet silly man. And Maya immediately noticed and made her move. There, at that moment, is where his life ends before it could began. And there, the birth of his obsession with Maya Lebelest florists. Only if he knew…
Chapter One: Luring - Part One_________________________________________________________________
Maya, that is her name. We love her. A kind woman indeed. Though she was old and sick, she adopted us. five kids that was originally thought to never be adopted because people mainly wanted the babies or toddlers. We, on-the-other-hand, was apparently too old for them. But, by some miracle, someone did love us. I’m not sure how it happened, but the six of us was sent to speak to Mrs. Maya privately. From what I overheard, we was selected by age and compatibility. One by one were sent to that little room to speak with her. Her sweet smile melted my heart and her eyes were so lovely. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted to always be with her. And, by the faces of the other five kids, they felt the same. Her presence was so luring…and yet very confusing. We didn‘t care. We refuse to think that there was any bad about that sweet women. In our eyes, she was our angel.
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
Ding, ding, ding…
It was when both hands of the clock touched on twelve that it was my turn to talk with Mrs. Maya. I wanted to cry. My little heart was beating rapid and my head raced with worried thought. What if she doesn’t like me? Why does she want to talk to us? Will she think I’m ugly? I took a seat across from her and looked at her nervously; desperately trying not to hurl or cry. She smiled at me after seeing that I was somewhat distressed. “Hello sweetie, what is your name?” Her voice was soft and smooth like silk while she spoke. I blushed slightly mainly from nervousness and intimidation. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Tell me your name.” She said again with a softer voice. “I’m…Enya.” At the time, the orphanage didn’t tell us our last names. But I had a feeling that that they didn’t know our last names or cared enough to find out. “My name is Mrs. Maya.”
“Hi Mrs. Maya.”
“Do you know why you’re here?” She smiled again, trying to make my comfortable.
“So that you can talk to me?”
She nodded slowly and leaned forward; crossing her arms on the table. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue…”
“What kind of movies do you like?”
“I like cartoons.”
She continued to ask questions about my likes and dislikes. About my best experience and my dreams when, at that age, thought were real. When a hour passed, she gave me a bag cookies and kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you later, Enya.” I was then escorted back to the play room with the other five kids. I noticed that they all got treats from the Mrs. Maya and was sharing it amongst themselves. “Hey did she ask you questions like…um, you favorite toy and stuff?” I nodded. I’ve seen him before but we never play together or anything. That day was the first time I’ve actually learned their names and had fun. It was like we were a family. That’s when Maya came into the playroom, smiling at all of us.
“Come on, babies, pack your things…” She said. We were overpowered by excitement and ran to our room taking whatever we can into our little book bags. It surprised me she took all of us. “I just loved all you so much and wouldn’t be fair just to take one.” She said while we walked to the van. I noticed, only a few steps away from the car’s door, that Inala had stopped suddenly. “Look there’s another kid in the car…see?” She pointed at the window. I nodded and saw that boy. He had short brown hair that was shiny and glass-like blue eyes with pale glossy skin. He strangely resembled a doll. The looked at us, his eyes emotionless and turn away. Inala and I watched the other kids get into the van quietly before glancing at the strange boy and joining the rest inside. “Mrs. Maya…” Inala said. “…Who is that boy?” She asked pointing at him. She started to drive and Maya had yet to answer Inala. It wasn’t until we were almost to our new home when she said his name. “Vincent.” Sometimes I wonder why she hesitated to answer._________________________________________________________________
Fred sat in front of his computer. He stared at the screen as if he was disgusted. He was mentally stumped. He frowned and was about to order something until the doorbell ringed. He sighed and answered the door.
“Oh, Mrs. Maya.” He was a bit surprised to see her. He didn’t think a beautiful women like her would bother seeing him. “Um, what brings you here?” Maya smiled and invited herself in. “I just wanted to talk with you, so that we can get to know each other. After all, you are new to the town and having a friend will do you good.” She said in her most cheerful voice and kind smile.
“Do you mind?” She went into the kitchen. “I would like to cook you something.” Fred found her over-friendliness a bit odd, but he was hungry. He let her rampage his kitchen as he sat at the table.
“Do you like eggs?” Fred nodded, silently watching her. His eyes trailed from the neck down to her curved hips and then slim legs. He grinned to himself and quickly looked away.Mrs. Maya knew he was checking her out and enjoyed it. “So, why decide to live here at Belling? It’s a pretty boring place for a city boy.” The man smiled. “Well, Mrs. Maya, I heard this place is pretty peaceful and I need a quiet environment to work on my novel.”
“Novel?” She said quite impressed.
“Yeah, it’s my first novel and I have two years to complete it.” He furrowed his brow.
“I see…must be hard.”
“Sometimes.” Fred didn’t bother to look at her. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted.
“So how long you’re staying in Belling?”
“….I’m not sure, but awhile since I brought this house. I’m not even done unpacking.”
She smiled again. “If you like I can help you tomorrow. If that’s okay?”
“Sure that’ll be nice. I can use a extra hand.” Fred returned the smile. “And Mrs. Maya…”
“Just call me Maya.” She said quickly.
“Oh, right…Maya….”
“Yes Fred?” She answered, her back still turned to him.
“Do you know anything about the missing children?” Maya nearly cut her finger.
“…We don’t talk about that around here.” She whispered. “It’s the darkest years of Belling.”
“I see…I’m sorry.” He frowned, feeling like a insensitive jackass.
“My little boy was one of the six missing kids. His name is Vincent and he was such a happy kid.” Maya grew silent. All that was heard was the chopping of the knife. Fred became uncomfortable. Regretting of even mentioning the missing the kids.
“All those stories are just hype. The cops don’t know what happened to them. No one does.”
“….” He sat silently.
“But we do know they’re dead.”
“I see…” He didn’t want to hear anymore and tried to change the subject. “So, you know any good spots around here?”
Maya chuckled. “Yes…there’s the Druison Theater and Paul’s bar. He makes the best martinis.”
“Hmm, is that so?” He tried to sound interested.
“You better believe it.” She answered sweetly.
“Well…” Fred said feeling a bit unsure. “Maybe we can go out for a couple of drinks sometime.”
Maya smirked at the fact that things were so quickly going her way. “I would enjoy that, Fred.”
Silence fell upon the two adults.
“Mmm, this is delicious Mrs. Maya.” He complimented, trying to strike some small talk.
“Thank you.”
“So, how is you’re husband? Would he be okay knowing you’re here?”
She smiled again. “My husband is dead. It was a terrible car accident. Some teen’s brakes, for some reason, didn’t work and he couldn’t stop. He crushed into my husband…sending him off the highway and rolling down the mountain side.”
“Damn, that’s crazy…” Why are there so many misfortunes here.
Yes, I’ve heard of the missing children and all the stories behind it, but…“Would you like something to drink?”
“Oh, yes…Thank you.”
She stood from her seat and walked back into the kitchen. Maya opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Jack Daniels. “Is this okay?”
“No, never mind, I‘m not in the drinking mood…” He smiled shyly. He felt a bit embarrass.
“If you say so…” She joined him at the table again. “So, what is this novel about?”
Fred looked away quickly. “I, um, I’m not sure…” He lied though he teeth and Maya knew it.
“Okay.” She said. They both continued to eat silently. When she was done, she cleaned her dish and faced Fred. “I’m going now. I’ll call you…?”
“Oh, yes…yes…” He wrote down his number and handed it to her.
She simply smiled and took the number before leaving, not bothering to say goodbye. Which slightly bothered Fred.
“I wonder what that was about and why do I feel this way…?” Fred sat on the couch feeling a bit stressed.
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