MORPHEUS

The Message

After leaving the library I wasn’t able to sleep right away. Thinking about endless possibilities why Lind had to be there in the exact moment I learned about a fragment of her past? Then as I sat down on the edge of my bed, I remembered the newspaper clipping. I rummaged through my tote bag and found it. Unfolding it again and made a rough scan of the words. Incase something comes up and tie the loose ends I’m already working on. Then I walk towards my study table where a bunch of pictures and articles are pinned on a 50-inch corkboard attached to the wall. I put red threads to those people and events that would most likely have leads about your death. I placed the recent clipping near your picture.

This was supposed to be fun when we used to do it. Though you just plainly take me as a bait for intel. I enjoyed every last one of it.

“If ghosts are real why don’t you tell me who did it? I’m not afraid at all,” I sighed feeling my eyes getting heavier.

When my eyes stray from my wrist watch it’s already midnight. I just took a quick shower and after forced myself to sleep. Because without it I am utterly useless. Both in class and in life.

***

“Bee help! I can’t breathe!” I heard you scream when I look around I was mortified.

Seeing both of us swimming in a pool of blood. You were already drowning. I tried my best to swim towards you but the more I struggled the more you sink. Until the only visible part of your body was your right arm. Then I totally lost you.

The next time I batted my eyes we were back in that abandoned ice plant. I saw how you carried an unconscious and naked woman. With her hair covering most of her face. So I don’t know what to make of it. You placed her on top of an ice block. The same one I’ve been rescued from. When you tilted her head to face you that’s when I knew who it was. It was Lesley.

Then you pulled out a screw driver from your black coat’s pocket. Holding it with both hands in a downward position with the tip facing her body as you knelt. You hurled it straight to her chest. Then to other parts of her body stabbing her to death. The blood splatters across your face but it didn’t bother you. In fact you grinned like a maniac while licking some of it near your lips. You were like a demon incarnate. Having a feast on the sacrifice you slaughtered yourself.

After you were sure and satisfied that you have killed her, you placed the screw driver beside her. While you walk away. Unrelenting her corpse rises then picks on the weapon you left. She runs toward you and stabs you from the back. As you tried to wrestle with her she pulls out the screw driver from your back. You wailed in anguish due to the pain you might be feeling. As you faced her to strangle her, she hurled the weapon again stabbing through your chest. Your white t-shirt is smeared with crimson blood. It spreads across your chest. Your eyes still restless in shock. She heaved the weapon by pushing you with her left leg as she pulls it out.

This time her wounds started closing one by one. As she grins the situation reverses. This time you were the one naked on top of an ice block. While she satisfactorily smiles and repeat what you just did to her. You begged for mercy as you shielded your face with both arms. Only to be pierced by her weapon.

“Stop!” I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping she would hear me.

When she glanced my way I knew she did. She spares you for a moment and let you writhe in pain. Another way to torture you. While as she walks closer to me I also took equal steps backwards. When she was only a foot away her face changes.

“Lind?” I mouthed then she plasters the newspaper clipping to my face. The one I saw in the library earlier.

“Want to end up like him and her?” She plays with her weapon by running it through her finger tips. Then stops and passes it to her left hand; using it to line my collar bone. I can feel the cold tip of the metal. Gulping in the anticipation of what she might do next.

Then I grabbed her hand and twisted it. Making her let go and she did. This time I catch the screw driver before it hits the ground and turn the tide of the battle. Using my left hand I stabbed her right shoulder. She groans a little as if she expected it. I pushed it deeper for her to agonize more. “Tell me who sent you?”

She just smiles, the one whom you can tell that is full of remorse. Her silence is the best torture. Then she laughs without any reason. When I looked down at my stomach she already impaled a knife on it. I was shaking at the sight when I tried to look up to face her again she was gone. Only to reappear in front of you. I tried to squeeze my eyes shut. I can no longer bear seeing you in such state. This time Lesley was on my back grabbing both of my hands and handcuff it. She forced my eyes open, stretching it.

“His blood is on your hands now,” both said in unison as they chuckled darkly. This time I was the one in front of you. It was too late to stop the blow I was about to land on your chest. Because it was already done. The screw driver is buried on your chest and my hands were the one holding it. Your eyes were wide open but lifeless otherwise.

I immediately let go and fall on my butt to the ground in shock.

“No!”

***

Then I woke up covered in sweat. Panting as I catch my breath. Even if it's only a dream it is still a horrifying experience. Watching you die over and over. Then eventually I became one of them. When I look at the digital clock on my bed side table it was only three o’clock in the morning.

“Moe is this a warning or a go signal?”

After such a disturbing nightmare I can no longer go back to sleep. So I decided to skip school that day. Besides I can barely concentrate if I’d see both of them at school. They would only ruin the day for me. Drag me at best or kill me on the spot at worst. I can’t go back to school empty handed. I needed to know who are my enemies. If there are any weakness I would stumble across on the process that would come in handy.