Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

Hallucinations

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Chapter XV.
Wordcount: 6426

Ethan was tinkering around with the doll on the table, while you had been busy scouting out any type of exit in the room. Sadly, every door was locked or seemed to be part of some puzzle.

The room wasn't calm nor comforting despite it's small size and warm lightening. Something about the energy felt warped, wrong, as if your perception was off the grid. It gave you the creeps.

"Shit." He sighed. You turned around to see Ethan looking down at the floor with a doll leg in his hand. A key had fallen onto the ground.

You walked over and swiped it off of the floor before raising up again. "Here."

He took the key out of your palm and placed the doll leg on the table. With a frown you eyed the detached limb and crossed your arms. "Are you sure you really had to yank the entire leg off?"

"Yeah what about it? It's just a-" ... Suddenly he paused. With confused eyes he picked up a blank polaroid next to the doll.

"What is it?" You asked, moving next to him to get a look at whatever was on the polaroid. Ethan merely shook his head and pulled his lips in. His eyebrows twitched and he slammed the polaroid down with an unsteady exhale. "What's on the-?" But he had already turned his back around.

Maybe it was too much for him. You sighed and slid the polaroid off the table before flipping it around in your hands. Your eyes went wide.

It was... blank.

Nothing was on the polaroid.

"Ethan..." You quietly began, flipping the blank paper around in your hands. "There's nothing on here..."

He turned around and snatched the polaroid out of your hands with disbelief. Just when you were about to give him context, a sharp sting went through your mind.

You held your thumping head and squeezed your eyes shut from the pain. "Jesus y/n- what's happening?!" Ethan placed a hand on your shoulder and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He flipped the photo over to you with a frown. "My wife. My dead wife... is on here."

And he was right.

You snatched the polaroid out of his hands with shaking fingers and pressed the picture up to your eyes. There was a woman with dark hair and pale skin- crimson red blood was starkly splattered on her skin and pooling underneath her unconscious body. 

This couldn't be real. With rapid eyes you kept scanning over the image over and over again. As if you had to prove to yourself that this was indeed real. Was your mind playing tricks on you?

You took a deep breath and placed the picture down on the table next to the doll. "I swear... It was blank before."

Ethan looked at you with a frown which only triggered more panic. "Listen to me." You frantically began. "I know what I saw. And that picture wasn't there before."

"...This happened back at the elevator too. Are you sure you're not imagining things?"

You took a deep breath to recollect yourself. "I'm telling you Ethan, that picture wasn't on there before. I'm not hallucinating, I know what I saw."

Slowly but surely he started nodding.
"Alright," he sighed, "I believe you."

You blew out an unnerved breath and looked down at the doll. For a second it seemed like he deemed you insane-- and the amount of paranoia that was bubbling up in the back of your mind from merely thinking about that... Then again, it's not like you were 100% sure of what you were seeing yourself.