Sherry's father sat comfortably on the decorated chair, facing the invisible creature identifiable only by the slippers it wore. I wished he knew what he was doing; if he did, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably on any of those chairs.
The second door from the sitting room was unlocked. A beautiful lady, she was Sherry's aunt, she emerged. She walked graceful as she stepped out of her room, with her two daughters holding her left and right hands.
Her aunt acted gloomy and possessed, She can't just sit down and watch her join them at the table, She staggered to her feet and lunged after her, grappled with her wrist and forcibly dragged her away from the table. Despite her efforts, she fought back fiercely, determined to reach her destination.
Sherry didn't release her hand; she stopped and locked eyes with her, her gaze seething with bitterness and anger. Realizing that her aunt was not in control, Sherry reluctantly let go of her hand and stepped back, fearing she might unintentionally harm her in the process.
Why didn't the invisible force that stopped her earlier, stop, her from getting close to her aunt? Maybe something was burning somewhere that we know nothing about.
Her aunt sat on the beautiful chair with her beautiful daughters taking different chairs beside her. Their presence made Sherry sad.
 They look happy but don't know what is about to happening to them.
"Who are you, and what do you want from them?" Sherry asked, but there was no answer. There's one peculiar thing about this invisible creature—you don't know if it's just wind or a creature, and no matter your choice of words, it does not respond.
She heard someone singing and descending the stairs. Lifting her face, she saw her mother, radiating great joy. Her mother moved down the stairs, performing joyful stunts with her movements. However, one thing stood out—she looked possessed, just like the other members of the family.
Sherry moved hastily to stop her, but on her way, she was once again dragged back by the same mysterious force that had prevented her from reaching her father.
There's something fishy here that we need to carefully examine. She was dragged back earlier from getting to her father and now her mom, why wasn't she dragged back from her aunt? Let's leave the question hanging, we will soon get to know the reason behind that.
She struggled and fought to break free from the force but the force was stronger and stable like the foundation stone of a building.
She watched her mom, match down the stairs, slowly; have a seat beside her dad, unlike them they would exchange greetings but they didn't.
She knew it wasn't her mother. Why? Because her mother's daily habit was to leave her room wearing her glasses. So, the woman sitting there was either under the influence of something or not her mother at all.
Her adopted brother walked out from the corner door, while their family friend walked out from the visitor's room, they all had seats in their comfortable chairs.
There was nothing presentable on the table, no food, no water, no drink, and so on. It was just people without the sense to help themselves in their conditions.
"Kpak. Kpak. Kpak." The sound of clapping palms echoed repeatedly from the dining table, sending shivers down Sherry's spine, She cautiously glanced towards the table, her eyes fixed on it with trembling intensity. there was no one responsible for the clap. Maybe, also maybe not. The invisible force is also responsible for it.
A torrent of wind surged into the room through the windows, carrying with it a chilling and ominous presence, the dust from the scattered birds coalesced and morphed into a towering tornado shape, hovering ominously in the room. In a destructive display, it roamed the room, seizing objects in its path and hurling them wide with devastating force. Then, with a sinister pull, it gathered them back into its swirling mass, ready to unleash further, within a second, the scattered.
As the tornado subsided, a spectral figure emerged—a lady with long, disheveled brown hair obscuring her face. She was clad in a once magnificent princess gown, now tarnished with bloodstains and torn in places. Her hair danced wildly around her, adding to the eerie aura of her presence.
Her appearance was unnervingly grotesque, resembling a ghastly replica of the zombies from "Resident Evil." The sight was enough to make one's stomach churn, eliciting a reflexive sniff of revulsion. Her hands dangle as if they were disconnected from her body.
She was terrified, what if she was a zombie or vampire, then this would surely be the end of their Life in this world.
She turned her head slowly, her movements unnaturally deliberate, until it halted at her shoulder. Ignoring any sense of normalcy, she continued her slow, deliberate advance toward the table, sending shivers down Sherry's spine. Sherry felt pity for her family members because what she was witnessing was more than they could endure. If there was any chance she could fight the supernatural beings, she would have, but she was only human.
 To make matters worse, they held her in a particular position and restricted her freedom, not to mention devising plans on how to escape from them.
"Why are they doing this? Who are they? What do they want from us?" She pondered aloud, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her shoulders.
The lady abruptly stopped. A heavy silence filled the air after her motion ceased, and then, in a split second, her head rotated 360°, gradually coming to rest, and it faced her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" She screamed like a maniac. She never saw that coming, just like we didn't.
She didn't react to her loud voice, she watched her scream out of fear, she turned and walked to the dining table.
"Who's that girl shouting like a Maniac over there?" Her father maundered. He looked tipsy but not drunk, we know this is not possible.
"Do you care about her? Don't worry, she might just be that crazy woman from Chinua Achebe's 'Things Fall Apart'," her adopted brother, Chike, quipped.
 We know and understand siblings fight a lot but this night, he is not the one fighting with her.
"Don't go any further. She might be the definition of 'scream' in the Oxford dictionary," her aunt cautioned, nudging her daughters. They laughed, finding it amusing. Let's all laugh along with them.
The lady emerging from the vulture dust lifted her hand, her fingers shrouded in silhouette. I wondered what she wanted to convey this time—whether it was about killing them or using them for food. After all, there was no food on the table for her and her bizarre invisible companion to eat.