Sisters of Rome

This all happened in the summer of 2016. At this time, I was 14. I have ten siblings, but when this happened, I only had eight. Only three out of the eight of my siblings were with me because my younger sister, younger brother, older brother, my dad, and I were on a trip to Oregon. In Oregon, my dad was on a business trip. When everything happened, my dad was at work and my older brother, Damien, was babysitting us. Damien was seventeen, and my other two younger siblings, Jenna and Coddy, were only ten.

So, I was sitting on the sofa in our hotel room. We had just arrived in Oregon about two days before. I was texting a couple of friends from New York, where I live. I laughed pretty loudly and Damien told me to shut up. I said sorry and we continued to mess around. At around 7:oo, Jenna came running up to me and kept annoying me about whether or not she could have a cookie. I just told her no every time she asked. It was kind of late and I didn’t want her staying up all night because she was hyper on sugar. Eventually, Jenna gave up and headed to Damien’s room, probably to go bug him about it. A few moments later, Damien came bursting out and had a very angry look on his face. I sat up and set my phone down next to me on the couch. I asked him what was wrong and his exact words back to me were, “Emily, are you serious? What the hell? Why’d you do that to Jenny?” I had no idea what he was talking about of course, so I just gave him a confused look. He rolled his eyes and decided to explain himself, “Jenna said you whispered in her ear and said something creepy,” once again I was confused. Jenna spoke out. Now, I don’t remember exactly what SHE said, but I remember the main idea of it. Jenna said something along the lines of, “I’m sure it was a girl, and I’m the only girl other than Emily!” I, Emily, just took it as a little lie she told to either creep us out or get me in trouble by Damien. We all went to bed, probably assuming the same thing. I explained and promised to Damien that I didn’t do it, and I really had no reason to lie to him, he knew that. He wouldn’t get very mad at me if I did, might have laughed at it even.

The next morning, there was a knock at the door. Now, it was like 8:00 am and it was room service. The woman that came in was in her late 30s, at least she looked that way. Since my dad was already at work and Damien was still asleep, I was the one to open the door. I opened it and invited her in. She thanked me and began bringing in her cart thing. I had a lot of experience for hotels since my dad traveled a lot and usually brought me with him, so I knew dad had probably ordered all of us breakfast and sent it in. As soon as the woman entered my and Jenna’s room, she just stopped at the end of the bed and scurried to the corner of the room. She covered her eyes and started begging for mercy. Jenna sat on the bed with wide eyes. We both looked at each other and then looked back at the woman. I approached her, thinking maybe she was just a little mentally unstable, “Hey, are you alright?” I asked her. She cowered, trying to back away even further. She uncovered her eyes, took one more glance at us, then screamed, “Please! Please, don’t hurt me! I had no idea my sins would be so dreadful! You must forgive me, my beautiful lady!” the woman made absolutely no sense what so ever. I could tell she wasn’t just messing around to weird us out though, she had tears in her eyes. She was genuinely scared. I didn’t know why, or who. I just knew she was scared. I asked the woman why she was so scared and just answered with, “You’re the Sisters of Trepidation! The younger sister, she’s a goddess of light! The older one is the former goddess of light! She performed a sin and is now known as the demon of the dark! Together, they both stop anyone who had done a sin and warns them once and even sometimes kills them the first time!” once again, no sense at all. Nothing that came out of this woman’s mouth made ANY sense. My sister ran over to me hugged me from behind. She was crying and she her voice was barely coherent, “That’s her! That’s who whispered in my ear last night, Emz! She said she was one of the sisters of trepidishion!” she said the word ‘trepidation’ wrong, or maybe it was because she was crying. The woman took one last good look at us and ran out the door.

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