THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 2: The Granny (Part 2)

The afternoon will come home when class is over. From behind the glass of the bus I could see the moon that had been peering coyly behind the reddish clouds. Time has shown seven o'clock in the afternoon. That means the bus must have reached the Mcknight Flyer stop before half-eight.

A message notification appears on the lockscreen. From grandma.

To Fckin Nena**:

You're where? Hurry up, I have to go home***.

I sighed and typed in a reply. 30 minutes more. Write me down and then press the send button.

I put the earphones on when the bus stopped at the Brookline stop point. Fly me to the moon Joytastic version Sarah melodious filled the ears.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars …

Seen from the outside, there were three people riding up. Two of them were men talking to each other. Then they both sat beside me. I don't know what they're talking about because Sarah's still singing–pushing all my attention. I tapped my feet following the tempo.

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars ….

The bus still stopped, waiting for the last person to take the stairs of the bus slowly. Apparently it was an old lady who was bent over and carrying a plastic bag of onion po–

My heart stopped for a second.

An old woman with a friendly face and full of flecks, got on the bus and carried one plastic onion.

My lips quivered as the memories of two days ago were present in my head.

The grandmother was sitting in the middle seat. We were blocked by four empty seats.

Sarah's voice tightened to the volume of ninety. The melody pierced my ear instantly.

With the dim lighting of the bus, I hope that the woman is not the grandmother I met two days ago. I think I'm hallucinating now or something. It's possible that this all happened because of my post-traumatic effects that still remained without me noticing.

Butno. That woman is the same person. I very much remember that very old frown and the large flecks scattered across his friendly face.

It really was him.

The bus is back. Grandma sat quietly. Now I look at his frail-looking back from the back seat. My mind is in my head. I felt I had to do something to satisfy the question that was swirling in my mind.

As for what happened at that time, should I ask him? What am I supposed to ask?

‘Why did you suddenly disappear that time? Whoareyou? Whatdoyouwant? What really happened?’

Should I ask that?

I was silent for a moment to think.

No. gabe.

I decided to forget everything.

I could have seen it wrong.

I could have been hallucinating, right?

The song Fly me to the moon ends. The roar of the engine again sounded vaguely before the same instrumental song was replayed. Apparently I activated the on loop mode.

But this time what I heard was not Sarah's voice.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars ….

A heavy voice that I did not recognize sang slowly. The lyrics are sung with a very slow wishu as distorted. The atmosphere suddenly felt quiet. There was no sound other than Fly me to the moon that was slowing down for a long time.

Let me see the devil is like on Jupiter and Mars ….

Lyrics changed.

Let me see the devil is like ….

My heart went through my head when I checked my phone to see if there was any error. But my phone is okay.

I frantically shrank the volume. Fly to the Moon is heard everywhere. Getting slower. Getting heavy.

And all of a sudden the lights blinked very quickly …

The passengers stopped moving.

Slowly I looked ahead.

The grandmother was looking at me.

The phone I was holding fell to the bus– floor causing a noise. I'm just like the bus passengers. It's like this world is being paused.

The grandmother started singing along to the voice of 'the one not Sarah' while looking at me. Sing Fly to the moon with a big smile. His body turned 45 degrees, while his eyes were glued to mine. I don't know how long we've been staring at me watching him sing with his black teeth.

‘Si instead of Sarah’ singing is getting slower. His voice grew bigger and suddenly there was the sound of my ear-splitting screams.

I deftly remove the earphones. Sound ‘si not sarah’ stop. As soon as I looked again, it turned out that grandma was no longer looking at me.

I found myself breathing irregularly while the sound of Sarah's voice slurping back melodious from the earphones that are still on.

I gulped and carried my fallen phone with trembling hands.

I could not face him any longer so I got up and walked quickly without looking at him and decided to sit in the front seat near the driver.

“Hei son, don't walk in the bus!”

I was silent when the driver rebuked me.

All I need now is not to see it.

Even though I can still feel it looking back at me from back there.

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