Revenants and Hallucinations

10 - But At Least It Draws The Attention Away

'It's not Hannah''

For the nth time in what felt like weeks, Chan shot up at the spectral female voice in his ear. When he looked across the room he saw his wardrobe door hastily close and immediately turned on his bedside table lamp.

Breathing heavily, Chan stepped out of his bed and hesitantly made his way over to the wardrobe in (very) small steps.

With one fast movement, he grabbed the handle and flung it open to reveal-

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Chan groaned in frustration and rubbed his drowsy eyes, closing the wardrobe and going back into his bed, turning off the lamp.

He waited for the inevitable, the same thing that happened every time and eventually, the pain in his head formed and soon he was squirming in agony.

After laying in his bed for about 40 minutes - and then spent a further 20 in the bathroom dealing with the nosebleed - he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again, so he just made his way downstairs.

Since he was just going to the kitchen to get himself just a glass of water, he didn't bother to turn the lights on. He grabbed a glass from the cupboards and filled it to the brim with tap water, feeling rather parched. As he raised it to his mouth, he froze, seeing something from the corner of his eyes.

Hesitantly, he looked over to see someone standing in the garden, staring at him through the kitchen window. Does everyone just have a staring problem all of a sudden?

Though Chan wasn't exactly thinking that at the moment, he was paying more attention to why there was a stranger in his garden. He was frozen in fear, of course, his nerves progressively getting worse because of the last few weeks' incidents.

Was he trying to break in?

Chan made an effort to squint and look closer, trying to make out the mans face, he took three steps forward, into the light and Chan dropped the glass. It smashing into tiny pieces as he stumbled back and smacked his hands right into the pile after he fell to the ground.

The mysterious man had blood running down his face and one of his eyes looked like it wasn't even there, but Chan could barely tell due to the dent in his head. It was as if he'd been hit over the head multiple times. That surely would've killed someone.

The blonde was broken out of his trance when he heard the kitchen light turn on followed by his mother's voice.

"Oh Chris what have you done?" She spoke gently, seeing the glass and the blood (and her son) on the floor but evidently having just woken up.

"C'mon up, you've hurt yourself" Chan was still speechless as his mother helped him up, making sure to avoid all the glass.

She walked him to the kitchen island and sat him down on one of the stools, leaving and later coming back with a first aid kit.

"How'd you manage that?" she uttered, Chan completely unfazed by the little pinches on his hands as she removed the broken glass purely because he was in a state of alarm.

"I-I just got shocked by something," he said, looking out through the kitchen window to see that the man was gone.

"What shocked you?"

"Doesn't matter" he waved it off but maintained looking outside, unaware that his mother had followed his stare, confused as to why he was gazing out the window.

She cleaned the many cuts and put a bandage around each of the main parts of his hands, a few additional plasters around many of his fingers.

"Alright, that's you, you're lucky you didn't need stitches in any of them" Chan looked up at her, still slightly stunned and she noticed, deciding not to point it out and instead asking something else.