Chapter 9
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I couldn't help thinking about what Jessy said. I tried asking her about it but she left before explaining everything. She just said that it was merely a friendly reminder. Yeah, it was that sort of friendly reminder that will give you creeps.
I've been staring into the ceiling for two hours now. I couldn't sleep. Jessy's behavior and the things she said made my insides turn and twist. There was something about her. Something really weird and I think I should know it.
I rolled over the bed and buried my head under a fluffy pillow. But several minutes passed and I still found myself counting sheep. I closed my eyes then decided to get up from bed. My eyes drifted into the alarm clock. It was already 1:00 in the morning. I dropped myself on the bed again, taking on my chances of getting a good sleep. Thankfully, I got lucky.
I woke up the following morning with the usual annoying ringing of the stupid clock. I got up from bed and did a few stretching. Grabbing my shirt and towel, I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I'm gonna go have a jog around the neighborhood.
I had three rounds around Brentdale when I saw Jessy's car passing by. I couldn't help but admire it though I couldn't see the driver due to the dark tinted glass. The car parked infront of a small suburban home with a green fence and a broken mailbox—old Hapton's former house which now makes it Jessy's house.
I decided I wanted to talk to her about last night but I stopped myself from walking towards the car when I saw a different person emerged from the shiny black door of the driver's seat. He was tall, caucasian and dark-haired. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of black pants. He caught a glimpse of me but then he turned around and walked up to the steps of the house.
Must be Jessy's boyfriend.
I puffed air and went on jogging. Maybe I should talk to her next time.
I was stuck at home the entire morning doing nothing but stare at the TV yet nothing about the movie I'm watching seems to interest me. I turned it off and dropped myself on the couch. I was staring into the ceiling, still thinking of what Jessy meant when she said what she said last night.
"This world is filled with evil. Many creatures creep through the night. Do take care, Peter. And don't let anyone get inside your home."
It was such a strange line coming from a very strange girl. Why would she say anything like that? Was she just trying to scare me? As I was podering on this, I did not realized that I had fallen asleep.
I woke up and found myself no longer in the couch. I was in the middle of the road in a barren land at an uncertain hour of the night. Like a few more weeks 'till winter, tress had shed their leaves. Dried fallen leaves and dead branches crackled under my shoes when I rose to my feet. The wind slapped my face with a chilly sensation, whispering to my ears with cold inaudible voices. My eyes traveled like a flashlight around me. I can see pretty clear through the darkness. It was as if my eyes had a built-in night vision. The road ahead of me stretched like forever and the darkness enabled me to see what's beyond.
I stepped forward. The wind howled creepily around me making my neck shiver. I continued to walk ahead until I heard an outraged shrill like a caged wild animal trying to break from imprisonment.
My heartbeat quickened as I saw a shape of a person running towards my direction in an unbelievable speed. Out from the blackness, a white spot appeared, growing bigger and more recognizable. My eyebrows met as the figure came closer like a train rushing. It was a child at about 6-7 years old, wearing a white tunic. I wasn't able to yell as the child appeared infront of me, covered in blood. He leaped from the ground like a kangaroo and bit my neck with his fangs while gnashing and gnawing on my body.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
I leaped from the couch and hit myself on the kitchen corridor. I fell on the floor and cringed. I wasn't sure if it was because of me hitting the hard room divider or me waking up from that dream. I sat uncomfortably on the floor and rested my back on the wall.
Darn. It happened again.
Why was I too prone to having bad dreams? If there was a contest for such I could've won already. I never last an entire week without having one visiting me in my sleep. I swallowed hard. I could no longer count how many times have I took a deep breath to calm my revolting self. When I finally got over the creeps, I decided to get up. I sat back on the couch and took another series of deep breaths. My body had turned cold and I was badly sweating. When I saw my reflection on the TV screen, I noticed my eyes. They were still blue.
Then it hit me. I actually had another check-up from another opthalmologist to whom I was reffered to. I stayed seated for a few more minutes before deciding to head into the hospital for my check-up. How I hope I'd get a clear and a more reasonable result than the previous session I've had.
But then again, like what happened yesterday, the doctor informed me that my eyes were perfectly fine and he sees nothing wrong with them. No matter how much I argue with him, I still ended up nodding and letting it drop before I became a jerk. So I left the hospital feeling glum.
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