Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: Goretober Prompts - Matt, 8 [Witch/Devil]

Throughout his life, Matt had never really believed in the supernatural. At least, not the kind of supernatural he experienced when he saw Andrew alive and well, standing next to a man in black. The man scared him more than Andrew did, for he seemed like a grown version of Andrew. Older, wiser, and much more cruel. He wanted his cousin safe, he wanted these powers, this urge to be like the tall dark figure, to go away in Andrew's mind. 

He started taking drugs, said it was just the pain of being revived after a possession straight out of The Conjuring. They all knew the real reason, he was just... an addict. THE addict. He would never say it, to proud to admit it. 

When the nightmares came, he deduced it was the 5 cigarettes he smoked and all the coke he snorted. Dreams of the man in black, some kind and almost peaceful, others a nightmare he woke up screaming from. He wasn't the only one screaming at those hours of the night, but no demon was involved there. The worst was the night he was walking. That's all he did in the dream, walking around the building that he had just started to call home. Everywhere he turned, every dark hallway, he saw the man. Occasionally Andrew was with him, and every time he saw them, something different was happening. Like a twisted way of viewing their journey together. At first it was what looked like Andrew's resurrection, then them flying together, their first kiss, the first spear. Or more like the second. Matt could see the marks. The man had impaled Andrew, a sickening reminder of his strength. He kept walking, almost running, desperate to get out somehow, find a door that wasn't blocked. He found one, but he also found the ending too. A body laying on the floor, covered in blood, and the man was towering over it. In the shadows he saw a figure, a figure with a spear. Just like before, Andrew would be hunted and killed, but not by the man. By Matt himself. 

He woke up screaming, his half-broken telekinesis causing the small lamp next to him to shatter. He never wanted to come out of that room, he feared that the nightmare would become real. So, he didn't. Not for weeks, months, dreading it all. Then one day, in his self deprecating state, he started to cut. He took off his shirt, looking in the mirror for the first time since before the possession. He had scars on his chest, just like Andrew. The body on the floor it wasn't Andrew, it was him. It was the past, not the future. Maybe it was the Man's twisted way of saying that Andrew was just fine. Matt was the crazy one. 

He confronted the man in black, who was beading  a rainbow colored bracelet. He asked about why he had been given that hellish dream, why the man was cruel enough to give him one that potent, that powerful. The man simply kept adding on beads, humming as he looked up at the giant flatscreen TV playing the man's favorite episode of a cartoon show. It was apparent Matt wouldn't get his answer there. 

He found a man who gave him something to go on. A kid named Billy, who was a year older than him. He said he only knew why the dream even happened. That man, so trusted so loved by Andrew, was a witch. A shapeshifter, but a broken creature nonetheless. Billy interpreted the dream as a sign, and Matt took it. 

He came out of his room, started living again, and even googled up witchcraft. It didn't really involve much with dreams. But he realized it wasn't supposed to be a nightmare, it was a warning, and a sign to start living again, to let the past be the past. 

It was a surprise to see Matt Garretty dressed up as a witch for Halloween. All black, head to toe. A plastic mask that had no fancy tech like the real one. He'd gotten the identical-looking costume from Andrew, for his cousin seemed to be a witch himself. Maybe, they all were. They just didn't know it.