Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

Author:V. Castro [Castro, V.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Creature Publishing
Published: 2021-03-30T05:00:00+00:00

Words flowed from Fernanda like a chant, her inflection and speed changing too quickly for me to discern the exact words. I tried recording it to translate with Google, kneeling next to her in the dirt. It was impossible. Having just that one good night of us all together angered me. What was it all for? Why hadn’t the inhabitant ventured out again since then? I decided to stop recording and switched my phone to the video of the vigil.

“Fernanda, I have a little surprise for you. The girls say hello.” I placed the phone in front of her.

“Hey, baby girl. I miss you and wish you were here. We will keep you in our prayers tonight.” Ana air-kissed the screen and then moved to make way for Perla.

“I’m lighting a candle for you, so you are here in spirit. Love you,” she said.

Pauline was the last to speak. “We want you back, Fernanda. Whatever you need to do to come back to us.” She was on the verge of tears.

Fernanda watched with a glazed look, black, full lips hanging open as she breathed through her mouth. Not a hint of emotion at seeing our little gang.

The rest of the video was of the vigil, until it came to the part with the couple at the ofrenda at the UTSA library entrance. Fernanda’s legs trembled. Her head shook and eyes transformed, dilating into different shapes. Droplets of green and yellow ink leaked from her tear ducts. It was the inhabitant. She took the phone from my hand, inspecting the image until it went black. A dirt-caked fingernail tapped on the screen. She recognized them.

“What is it?” I asked. “Who are they? Do I need to find them? Tell me?!”

My raised voice must have alarmed Mrs. Garcia because she came outside. Fernanda dropped her head, shrouding her face with her hair.

“Everything okay? Do you need more water? This heat is suffocating.” She looked around the yard, fanning herself with a Reader’s Digest. The patio was covered with a wooden trellis that her roses had once climbed. Now, there were only woody vines without a single rosebud left.

“Aye, my poor roses. They say that this might be a sign of things to come. I can’t watch the news anymore.”

“We are fine. Just showing Fernanda messages from the girls.”

She glanced at me and Fernanda with sad eyes before going back inside. When she left, Fernanda placed her lips to my ear. A raspy hiss, “No.”

“Please speak to me, Fernanda!” I said in the loudest possible whisper.

Fernanda rapidly blinked and shook her head. “What happened?”

“Well, for starters, she spoke to me after I showed you a video of the vigil for the missing girls. You know I will never leave your side, but this makes no sense. To me or the girls. The club scared me, but I thought . . . I don’t know. Things would be just like before . . . I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m an idiot.”

Fernanda’s eyes widened.

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