ILL BIRTH

The stillness of the night was surely alarming. If this was said to be a horror story, I wouldn't be surprised to come into contact with a ghost shivering in terror at how still everything was. Even Natalie was scared. Something about this night did not make sense.

A red, leather clutch bag together with a pair of block heels were tossed in the air and over the high wall. It was not long till they landed on the grassy land not too far from the pavement, exactly where their owner had aimed them to fall over at.

A moment later, we heard a loud thumping sound of someone who just jumped over the lofty wall and landed on top of the heels.

"Ouch," She whispered to herself, rising to her feet after realizing how long it has been since she was just laying there, unmoving, and dusted off the dirt on her yellow miniskirt. She wiggled the grass off her wig, her blonde Peruvian hair which was safely and securely placed on her left hand. She picked up her belongings and looked at the window in front of her. It was the main bedroom's window, and at least to her relief, the lights were still switched off.