The Seris Story: Visitor in the Night
Note: It would be recommended to read the previous Seris stories before this
one to get caught up with what is happening...
"W-what…what are you doing here?" Seris stared
The Pant Devil cackled, "I've been watching
you. You are not worthy of this friend. You are meant to be alone and die just
like your sister."
Seris started at him. "What does my sister
have to do with this?"
The blue, glowing creature laughed again.
"More than you think. Your sister used to do…er…a little business with me. Of
course, I won't tell you that. It will all be revealed to you in time…" The
ghost laughed once more then started to spin around in midair. He started out
slow but eventually went faster and faster until Seris couldn't see him.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Seris yelled.
"Come back! Please!"
The Pant Devil then cackled once and disappeared
into the darkness...
Seris Scrikard sat up in his bed, sweat beading
down his Fiery head. He looked around the dark room frantically until his eyes
adjusted to the darkness. The bookcase that bordered at the other end, the dark
blue wall, the desk...and his bed, which he was lying in. The white covers were
pulled up and the pillow had an indent from where his head had been. The Draiks'
tail hung over the edge of the bed, out of Seris' view.
It had been over a year since he had been at
the Haunted Woods for a vacation. The Pant Devil had appeared, taking his only
friend, and planting memories that Seris had no will to recollect. But every
night, when he would close his eyes they'd come back - haunting and taunting
him until he woke up again. Just like every night...except for something strange
tonight. The door that led out of his room and into the hallway was open. Seris
was sure that he had closed it as it was a standard procedure before going to
sleep. If the Pant Devil ever got through...what would happen?
But now, as Seris picked himself up off of the
bed and onto the floor, he realized it was a false sense of security. With only
a turn of a knob, the Pant Devil could be in the room in a second. And it would
only take a second more for him to be hovering over the bed with a knife, trying
to kill him in his sleep. Seris walked towards the door and pushed it open wider.
A shaft of light shone into the room. Seris squinted in confusion. He had turned
all the lights off. Someone was in the house... Seris stopped walking and looked
around, panicked. What if the Pant Devil had come to finish him off, once and
for all, never to learn about his sister...
His sister...Seremdra was her name. A green Eyrie
that died all those years ago, though Seris never forgot about her. She was
so energetic and happy. But, during the last month of her life, things had changed.
She had become more secluded and...just different. Never herself. And then she
died in the water. And Seris had seen it happen...
It had started to rain when they were walking
near the riverbed. Seris offered his jacket to his sister, who took it with no
argument and wrapped it around her arched wings. The river was raging and was
almost deafening. But Seremdra seemed calmed by it and Seris wasn't about to upset
her little sister. He knew the consequences in that - a tantrum.
"Let's sit here," Seremdra said, smiling only
a half-hearted smile. She adjusted herself and then sat on the ground, her knees
close to her chest. "Look, Seris, I know you've noticed some changes in me."
"And I want to say that...that it's just me growing
up. I've become a bit grumpy," she laughed sourly and continued on. "I'm going
to try to act nicer because I really don't want to act this way. I...I don't
know. I guess people change. But I don't want to be like that. I love you, Seris
and I love Mom. I just..."
Seris smiled. "It's okay. I understand."
"Thanks," the Eyrie said and shrugged the jacked off
her shoulders a bit. "I really want to know you better. I know I haven't been--"
She stopped talking and started to fall off the grass, uprooting it and leaving
mud in its' place. Seris jumped up and attempted to grab her but she kept tumbling
and rolling down the hill towards the river. Seris ran, trying to catch up with
She was dumped into the river and dragged violently
by the current. She screamed and Seris looked at the water before jumping in
and starting to try to swim for her. But her screaming stopped abruptly. Seris
climbed back up to the damp edge of the shore, tears welling up in his eyes.
And he put his head on his knees and started to weep...
Seris shuddered and bit his lip. Every time he
recalled the memory, he'd cry. But he couldn't now. He had to see who was in
the house. Who could it be? The Fire Draik inched forward toward the light,
which he now noted came from the living room. He put his back against the wall
and looked into the room, which was furnished with simply a dresser, two chairs,
a couch, and a coffee table. A strange looking Faerie Zafara was sitting at
the couch, looking over a large stack of papers with a pen in her hand, making
notes every few seconds.
"Who are you?" Seris called out, still not going into
the living room.
The Zafara looked up and around the room. "Are you
"Maybe," he replied, not wanting to give up too much
information. "Who are you?"
The Zafara reached into a pocket in the black vest
it wore and pulled out a shiny badge. "I'm Zor from the Neopian Detective Agency.
I was sent to bring you news about your sister, Seremdra."
Seris whirled into the living room. "What about her?
"Oh, you already know?" she said in a curious fashion.
"Geez, word spreads fast. Only happened two days ago. Well, I'm sorry for your
loss," she said and got up, taking her papers with you.
"What?" Seris yelled loudly. "My sister died five
years ago. Don't come in here and say she died a few days ago. You've obviously
got your people mixed up."
"Your Seris Scrikard, right?"
Seris gave a nod.
"There's no mistake. Your sister was killed by a sniper.
She was killed before my own eyes. A green Wocky."
"There's no way she's my sister. She was a green Eyrie,"
Seris commented, walking over and taking a seat in a chair adjacent to the couch.
Zor nodded. "You're right. But she took a potion.
Listen...Your sister, a year and a half back, was a witness to a crime and then
supposedly killed my partner and got away, but that was proven false. But just
recently, she turned up again as a green Wocky and told me some...secrets about
Arkados...I mean my partner...that I didn't know previously and soon after,
while walking down the hall, someone killed her."
"But...it can't be..." Seris put his hands on his
head and massaged his temples. "I saw her drown...all those years ago. But...she
survived? And she never came back to us? ...I don't understand."
Zor nodded. "And, actually, nor do I. And, even though
I am a detective, I really...I really don't feel I can do this case. It's more
of a personal problem and, to be frank, I don't deal with personal problems.
Just crimes. And, it's late, so I must be going."
Seris nodded and held back tears and, just as the
Faerie Zafara was leaving the room, he looked up. "Is...is it possible if I
could have your card or something? Like your address. In case I ever needed
to see you..."
"Yeah, sure," Zor said and fished around in her pocket
again. Her hand came back up with a beige business card. She walked over slowly
and held it out to Seris, who took in into his hand and put it gently on the
chair, tears now welling up in his eyes. "Listen," Zor said and smiled. "It's
gonna be okay."
"Shut up," Seris reacted harshly. "You don't know
anything about this."
Zor's facial expression turned from trying to be cheery
to glum. "I know more than you think..." she said distantly, barely above a
whisper, and took her leave out of the living room and, eventually, out of the
Seris, the Fire Draik, sat in the chair, weeping like
he did those many years before...