The Last Warning

Chapter 1

There were still two hours to the beginning of her task. Her eyes had become heavier because of reading and she had decided for a little nap. After a period of falling asleep, she suddenly leaped out in the bed. For a moment, she thought it was one of her familiar nightmares that had been reduced quite a lot lately. But it was not.

The TV was loud, the air conditioning was blowing air in the highest level, the cellphone and the alarm clock were ringing at the same time. Trying to understand what was going on in amazement, Suzan reached for the commode to silence the cell phone, which she didn’t remember if she had set before and she got petrified with her hand in the air, turned aside in the bed.

The commode was facing the door of the room and a silhoutte in the doorway was watching her. She was too paralyzed to react to that person, whom she was having fearful eyes on and she was puzzled what to believe.

The fact that a stranger was standing on the bedroom door had lost its importance due to the appearence of the man, for the one who was about to close the door quietly looking at her was an old time pharaoh. However, there was no colour on his outfit and his extravagant make-up. The man, as well as his clothes, were pale white from top to the bottom. The only make up applied on his mouth, nose and around his eyes were tend to be dark gray, and partly black.

His eyes were dull and his gaze was fixed, his mouth curled up with a dry smile and he was waiting for being sure that Suzan had seen him.

It was impossible for Suzan to move as the possibilities were running through her head. The room was completely vanished, being in another dimension she was locked in the door and the thing standing there. Just as a whisper “ghost” came out of her mouth, when the door was closed with a click sound and the vision disappeared with this sound.

What made Suzan who was thinking she was stuck in bed forever with frightened feelings and a stoned body was a song that was being sung loudly on television. She got up from the bed with heavy moves, without taking her eyes off of the door. First she switched off the alarm of the mobile phone, then moving towards the television, she took the remote control that was on the TV.

Then she became aware of the truth one more time, though involuntarily.

She would seldom watch TV, she would only watch the news once a day. However, as she was occupied with the books she read and her computer, the TV would be on, directed to a news channel and would take the task of background music. As she never watched TV in bed, she would always switch it off and put the remote control on it. Now she was blankly staring at the remote control that she had taken from top of the TV. She was sure that the television was switched off when she laid down in the bed and the remote control that she was holding now had been on the TV. Then how was the TV switched on? Suddenly looking more pale, she remembered the silluhette at the door. So that thing, whatever it was, had wandered around her room and switched the TV on. Shivering with this thought, Suzan was about to press the switch-off button of the TV, the screen changed and there appeared Topkapi Palace where she was working. Making nothing of the vision that was reflected in sections, Suzan began to watch it quietly. There were visuals in sequence, as if it was shot by a security cam and systematically transfered; first the visual of the palace from sea, then the visuals of the sea and the surroundings from the palace and finally the visuals of all the chambers and places of the palace starting from the yard.

She tried to switch the channel unconsciously by pressing the buttons of the remote control in vain. When the television stopped showing the Topkapı Palace and the surroundings, it switched itself off just like it switched on.

Not being able to think anymore, Suzan understood neither what she had been witnessed properly nor who had revealed those visuals, why and how he had done this.

Traumatized by what she was through, the young woman thought a shower was a good idea for her soaking wet body because of sweating. However, this thought vanished once the thought of staying alone in her flat where she had been feeling safe until now. With still shaking hands, she was hardly able to change the blouse she was wearing and left the room rapidly.