I'm Not Insane, I'm Not Insane

Chapter 4

Kimmy’s POV-

I woke up with a nightmare, but this one was different, way different. It was the man, I actually got a clear view of his face, and he looked a lot like the old town mayor that disappeared years and years ago. Could he be who is haunting me? I sighed, and cleared my head of the millions of things running through it. I glanced at the clock, and saw it was only 3:15 AM.

I noticed Jimmy was on the bed next to me, sound asleep. I heard a cracking noise come from my bathroom, and then the tap turned on. I was starting to get freaked out. I got up quietly, and walked cautiously to the bathroom. The lights were off, except for the nightlight I keep on. I approached the sink, and the lights flashed on, and the door flew shut when I saw the sink, the water was red; blood red, and thick.

I tried turning off the sink, and when I did, the bathtub began running, the water, blood. I shut it off, and a second later, I smelled gasoline. The sink and bathtub turned on, red blood quickly filling them full. The mirror cracked, and then broke into pieces. I protected my face as the tiny shards flew at me. The lights flickered, and something invisible grabbed me by my neck and pinned me up against the wall. I started screaming, and the room started shaking.

Someone banged loudly on the door, and I couldn't move, finally the force dropped me to the ground, and the door got kicked in. Jimmy burst into the room in his boxers.

Jimmy's POV-

I woke up to the sound of screaming. Kimmy's screaming, to be exact. I shot up out of bed, and ran to the bathroom, something red soaked the floor. Blood. I panicked, and began pounding on the door, yelling, "Kimmy?!" I got no reply, just more screaming.

After ten minutes of trying to open the door, I decided to just kick it down. My foot hurt like hell when I did, but at least it got opened. I ran in and saw Kimmy curled up in a ball in the floor, the room blood soaked. The walls looked like they had been on fire. I immediately picked up Kimmy's small figure, and decided to carry her downstairs for the first aid kit. I descended the stairs carefully, and when I reached the bottom, I gasped.

Everything was off of shelves and on the floor, scattered all about, and the furniture was flipped. Brian and Caity were cuddled up on the only piece of furniture left untouched; the recliner.

"Brian!" I yelled to wake him up. He shot up, and I looked at Kimmy in my arms, passed out and soaked in blood. Brian noticed, and ran over to me. "What the hell happened?"

"Relax. She's fine, but go look at her bathroom."

He nodded and ran upstairs while I carried Kimmy to the kitchen. I noticed something on the wall. There was a dead dog on the floor, blood everywhere. And on the wall, the same message was written. The dog is Pinky, Kimmy’s dog and Pinkly's brother.

I shuddered and said, "Brian!" when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, but when I looked at the stairs, nothing was there. I shrugged it off and laid Kimz down on the counter, grabbing the first aid kit. I removed all the glass from her arm and bandaged it up. She began to stir, and I picked her up, carried her upstairs, and stopped when I got to her bedroom.

Brian was standing in the corner, head down, staring at something. A book, a journal.

I laid Kimmy down on her bed and covered her up. She opened her eyes and said, "What’s going on, Jimmy?"

I kissed her on the forehead, and said "Nothing, it'll all be fine." She nodded and fell asleep.

I walked over to Brian, who bent over and picked up the journal. I looked at it, and he opened it to the first page. On it, in black ink, someone with loopy handwriting wrote the words: Derek Terence's journal. Derek Terence? Why does that name ring a bell?

"He was the kid that disappeared a long time ago, around the same time the mayor disappeared." Brian said.

That’s how it’s familiar! There used to be ghost stories when we were younger, about the boy who disappeared, where people would make up what happened to him. "Well, what else does it say?" I asked.

He flipped through the pages and said, "It's blank."

I sighed and said, "Well, keep it. It may be of importance later on."

He nodded and I followed him out of the room and into his, where Matt and Amy were sleeping peacefully. He walked quietly to his dresser, and put it under all of his clothes.

I turned to walk out of the room, when I spotted an older looking mirror under the bed. I picked it up, and Brian whispered, "What's that?"

I shrugged, and we walked back downstairs. I flipped over the mirror and looked at it. It was silver, that part I could tell, but it was burnt, like it had once been on fire. I handed it to Brian, and he looked at it.

"I’m gonna smoke," he said, I decided I would, too. I grabbed my smokes and a lighter, and walked outside with Brian. He took the mirror, but when he got to the door, he yelped in pain. The handle was glowing orange, hot, and it flew backwards, hit the wall, then fell onto the floor.

"Son of a bitch! That hurt!" Brian cursed. I looked at his hand, and he had heat bubbles.

I said, "I'll get the burn cream."

He nodded and I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the first aid kit, and then ran back, handing it to him. He nursed his hand, and I cautiously picked up the mysterious mirror that burnt my friend's hand.

The rays of the early rising sun showing through the window reflected on the screen, and an image appeared. "Brian, look at this!" I called, he looked at the image and gasped. The image was a burning building. A man was stabbing a boy, Derek, and another person, a girl who looked a lot like him, possibly his twin. But, in all of the stories, never once did he have a sister.

Unless... They kept it a secret for some reason. The mayor had a son and a daughter, but these people aren't them. Why would he murder them? Then, in the corner, body was ripped apart. It was a woman, his wife.

"Okay, we know all of these people were murdered, but how are they linked together?" Brian asked.

I said, "I don’t know, but somehow, Kimmy is involved. Wait, Brian, is Kimmy adopted?" He hesitated before answering

"Yes. But, don't tell her. Her parents were killed in a fire, and she survived without any harm. My parents adopted her when she was one month old. Why?"

"What was her last name?" I asked, and he said, "Terence."

I nodded and said, "Do you think Kimmy is somehow linked to all of this? That someone she was related to is trying to... give her a sign? To solve the mystery of the murders and disappearances that took place 50 years ago?" He thought about it, and I put the mirror on the table, standing up.

"Quite possibly. I'm going to the library later," he said.

I nodded and said, "I'm going to see someone later as well. I think he may know what the sign that keeps appearing on the wall stands for.”

Brian nodded. "Well, night, man. I'm getting some sleep before I leave."

I said "night" and walked back upstairs. I opened Kimmy's bedroom door, and noticed she was moving. Her hands were trying to remove something from around her neck. I walked over to her, and shook her awake. "Kimz, it’s alright, I'm here," I said.

When she woke up, she started crying, and I lay down next to her. She wrapped her arms around me, and buried her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and gently stroked her hair until she fell asleep again. I sighed, and fell back asleep with the questions from earlier running through my mind.