The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(2) Hell House

- DISCLAIMER - 

I have thoroughly researched DID (Dissociative identity disorder) to the best of my abilities. I've read articles, journals, and research papers, and have watched educational videos and documentaries to get this as accurate as I can, but this does not mean I am a professional in any way. I discourage you to use this book as a basis for DID. This book is still a work of fiction and most of the things that happen here are based on pure imagination. Thank you.

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"THERE ARE A TOTAL of 58 rooms in this manor, while 32 are unusable. They're either flooded or damaged after the war. Now out of the 26 usable rooms, there are five that you're not allowed to enter. I'll show them to you later after breakfast," the man says as I follow behind him with my hands inside my pockets.

     "How long is this fucking corridor?" I ask with an annoyed expression, making the man look over his shoulder so he could face him.

     "Is there a problem?" He asks.

     I take a deep breath and pull a hand out of my pocket so I could scratch my neck. "How many people live in this dump?" I ask instead.

     The man looked annoyed, but he tries his best not to get affected by it as he says, "If I count you and Winter as one then there's supposed to be five individuals living here. I just haven't met the other one," he answers, making me roll my eyes in irritation as soon as he mentioned Winter's name.

     "By the way, what do people call you here?" I ask him next.

     The man turns his head away from me and continues walking with his back facing my direction. "My name is Marcelino, but you can call me—"

     "Lino," I say, instantly making him stop walking. He then turns back around and looks at me with an angry expression. "That's not how I want you to call me."

(NOTE: Lino is pronounced as /li/ like lee, and /no/ like the word nor, so lee-no. Marcelino.)

     "But that's how I want to call you," I stubbornly say. "There is no way in hell a twenty-four-year-old man like me will call you Mr. M. I'm not into role plays, so you better get used to getting called Lino before I start calling you Mr. smiley-face instead."

    Lino looks at me with annoyance and irritation. "How can a twenty-four-year-old man have such a rotten mouth?" He asks before turning back in defeat. He starts walking away, so I immediately jog to his side so I could walk beside him instead of behind him.

     While we walk down the stairs, I glance at Lino and finally ask the question that I've been dying to ask since I first saw him. "So how did you get that scar? Did you cut it because you got tired of seeing a frown on your face, or did someone cut it for you?"

     "Do you not know how to shut up? You might be twenty-four now but I am still older than you. The only reason why I haven't pulled your tongue out and minced it like garlic is because Winter was polite to me last night," Lino says, and I almost thought that he was joking if it weren't for the serious expression that's on his face.

     I seriously almost vomited in front of him if I wasn't able to swallow it down on time.

     "Winter? That weak good-for-nothing kid? Don't believe any word he says. Don't believe in his intelligence and his innocent demure. That kid's a devil," I warn him, but Lino wasn't interested in what I was saying to him anymore.

     We both walk in silence until we arrive at a dining room fit for a king. It looked clean and expensive. Imagine how much this single room costs. "Please tell me you didn't cook breakfast," I say as I was about to take a seat at the dining table when Lino suddenly grabs me by the collar and pulls me away.