Eric replied Jack, “Why ask?” “I saw her...in my dream,” Jack says with fear in his voice. “There she was, running across the streets with blood dripping down her face. She said it would be our fate too.” He turns to face us and we have never seen him so fearful or distraught before. “What?” Eric asked with fear, “Can you care to share more?” asked Jack sighed before speaking out, “She had this locket with her while she was running until everything vanished" he added. “What locket?” Eric asked while rushing to his laptop to show the pic of a locket he found in the Mayor's attic. “You mean like this one here?” he asked and showed Jack the photo on his computer. Jack looked at the photo with terror and shook, not looking away for many seconds before saying, “That's the locket I'm talking about, a mother's necklace given to a daughter. that she has since before she passed away.” The fear was gone but something else replaced the sadness. Jack turned to us and said
Jake was seen sitting in a psychiatrist's office with his in a hypnosis Lesson. His parents and stepfather were looking on, while he was doing something called “recovery” with Dr. Gantner. As Jake had told them earlier, he didn't want to get involved in their problems since he knew nothing about it, and it wasn't any of his business anyway. The only reason he came to the session at all was that his sister asked him for help, so that's where he would be today. He sat there, watching as the psychiatrist talked with his client, trying to figure out what the heck he needed to do here. He watched, fascinated, as the doctor made notes on paper. When everything was finished, the doctor turned around to face the two kids and smiled kindly. "Everything seems to be going great, and we're almost ready to give your father some time to sleep again," said Dr. Gantner. Jake didn't like the sound of that...or the look that accompanied Dr. Gantner's words. He thought he saw a hint of sadnes
There stood the lady from last night, holding the boy's hand while she spoke. Jake frowned when he realized that the boy was looking directly at him. For some reason, seeing the boy made him feel uneasy. Not because of any bad feeling, although he got scared at first because of the strange vibe he gave off. No, it wasn't the boy's weird aura that unsettled him; it was something else. Something deep and dark, a dark cloud that surrounded him and shrouded him in a sense of doom and sadness. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to describe exactly what it was. He simply just knew that it felt very wrong for the boy to be near him. So, he decided to ignore him for the time being.After a moment, the family left the graveyard and started walking towards the car as it began to drive away. Jake watched them for a while until the car drove out of sight. Then he turned to leave and began to climb into his bed.*Time Skip*When Jake woke up the following morning, it was clear that something wa
Who could he trust? Without thinking he reached for his phone, pulled it from the charger, and punched in 911 without hesitation. The phone rang several times before someone picked up. "Emergency Room. How may I help you?" She sounded polite, but she was anxious to speak to somebody else."I'm calling about my family," he responded nervously. "My mother and my sisters. My father is missing, and-""Okay, sir. Would you like to fill out a Missing Person's Report? Do you have anyone, in particular, you'd like me to contact?"Without pausing to consider it he spoke. "No. I don't care what my family looks like. Just please, please find them!"For the next half hour, he filled out a report detailing all that had happened since the day before. He described the events that had led to his capture, including the attempted rape, the fight that had ensued, the escape attempt, the attack on him, the police search, and finally the arrival of the detectives. He told her what they had said and how th
to see what was causing such an unusual reaction from him. Sitting on the street opposite the house, seemingly motionless, was a large blue car. It reminded Jake of the blue car from his dream… Was that just a coincidence or was he actually being visited by aliens right now?Without thinking much about it, he got out of the car, ignoring the way his knees buckled beneath him and collapsed into the driver’s seat, too weak to stand for long. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he waited for his vision to clear again. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the tears clouding his vision, and finally opened his eyes again just in time to catch sight of the vehicle speeding off down the street.The police officer had disappeared."Jake!" His mother shouted worriedly as she stepped forward."I'm okay, I'm… I just need a few moments…" He managed to say in between heavy breaths as he leant back against the driver’s seat, clutching his stomach. The wound was throbbing mercilessly
Present... “I have this weird feeling every time...” Jake says while trying to tell Eric what he's feeling. “Right now I feel them watching us in this room, this very moment” he ended. Suddenly the whole town started covered with mist, as the night began. And also the terror, that only made them more curious about where they ht now.“Well, I feel it too,” Eric agrees. “I think we're in the middle of a conscious or something,” he adds before walking through another door. And once again there was no sight of anything behind those walls and doors except for darkness.“And I wonder if this is just how everything in this place appears when you're inside?” He asks while looking around to see if any trees could help him make his way out. “The same thing happens with our eyes,” he goes on.“Well yeah, it's a bit like a dream, right? Like something that could never exist here at all,” Jake replies. And even though Jake isn't sure if what he's saying is true he still doesn't doubt th
Chapter home?” Jake asked himself surprising himself. After a while he realized it was true, he is home. He was able to walk around and touch the furniture, the old wooden dresser, and the wall in the living room and he even found some pictures lying on the floor. But what he loved best about the place were the walls that were covered in paintings of the different people who lived there, some old women and a young couple. They had come here so many times in his dreams to visit his mother and father who were both dead and now he could live here.“What should I write about here?” Jake thought, taking out his phone as he sat down on the sofa, “I'm sure I already wrote plenty about my life before this, but I guess now would probably be the best time. So I could finally tell the truth to everyone.” He started typing his message to everyone. 'I don't wanna go home yet' he wrote. 'But I know that sooner or later I'll be forced to return. I don't know what I'll do once I do, but I know that I
He recognizes it from when he was small, watching his mother cook. When she put the food onto the dining table, he felt proud that she had cooked the meal herself. Now it's all too real, a reminder of home. Eric sits quietly next to the bed in a small room, trying to process what just happened. The only sound is the rustling of papers. He picks up one of the documents and reads the front page. It says that the owner's death. Eric's stomach clenches violently. He doesn't want to know why, but he also wants to find someone to ask. Someone to know what just happened. He needs help. He closes the book and stares ahead at the wall, hoping that the person that will come in to save him from the madness of that house won’t be able to read his mind. Instead, he will have to talk to them, ask questions, explain why he’s here, and what exactly did happen. The idea fills him with dread. On farmland, a young boy could be seen trying to feed the horses. He was thin and frail looking, but his sm