Turning Table

Part 114

***No crime goes unpunished***

🌹Nompumelelo🌹

I’ve come to notice that whenever I’m in my hospital room alone, I seem to get this…strange feeling. It’s hard to explain, but I never feel quite truly alone in here even though I’m perfectly aware that I’m the only living, breathing soul in here.
The feeling especially gets worse when I lay down to rest, it looks like a dream but I feel like all my senses are wide awake,  I suppose all I can say for now is that I wake up feeling…hot...or cold, even worst I feel someone choking the living shit out of me.

I would find my heart beating just a bit faster than normal, when I finally open my eyes, I will be short breath, my skin nearly burning to the touch,
My face would grow flushed, the back of my neck a little clammy, my breasts just a smidge more sensitive, and I often found a strange heat growing a bit lower than I’m comfortable saying so.

Dare I say it, but it almost seemed as if I’d wake with someone breathing on top of me and suffocating me,

I can’t say that a ghost of any sort has been appearing in my room for the past few days, for I fear that no one would believe me. But what I fear the most is that the man I killed has been coming in my room, in my dreams, tormenting the living hell out of me, and worst part what I go through every day I can't confess to anyone, that I have blood in my hands.

Even if I am given a chance to confess, not the killing part but the actually dreams or should I say visions, nobody believes in ghosts anymore, nor would they believe that specters exist either, nor ghouls, nor phantoms, nor even restless spirits.
People are far too focused on more important things than fiction these days. Such silly thoughts wouldn’t dare intrude the mind of the sane. But reality is this shit I'm going through is real! as much as I can pretend that it never happened, block it off my mind, try to act normal because as far as I can tell the cops are to focus on nailing Oyama than any dead body found in Oyama's shanty,
But the truth of the matter is no crime goes unpunished because I on the other hand I'm troubled by a restless spirit.

I hear him walk inside my room, I smell him, I feel him breathe as the air on the room change

" who's there?"

My voice sounds so shaky it can even crack at this point,
I sit up straight my eyes are wandering everywhere I feel the hair at at the back of my neck stretch of, it's freezing cold now, but my body temperature is boiling, I feel tears in my eyes, as I feel my bed move as if someone is sitting next to me

HIS HERE

" go away please!" I soflt scream, as I pull my legs up, to reach my chest, fear strikes my entire body like lighting, as an unknown atmosphere close the air that I breathe.
I place my head on top of my arms, crawling my body into a ball as I feel my skin being inhabited by another soul, I can feel it, even though he does not talk, but his presence alone sends shivers down my spine.

I have requested numerous times that I want to be discharged, but
My therapist says it's part of the traumatic experience I went through, that is why anxiety levels are not stable, im kept in this place for observation, heavy medication therapy being the main part of it. But in return, this is what I have to endure every day.

I hear him clearing his throat in my ear, I flinch, at this point, I am beyond terrified,
But who can help me? I certainly couldn’t tell my dear mother or my older sister that I fear the restless soul of the man I killed haunting me every day.

I'm a crying mass now I keep apologizing to an entity that I can not see but only can feel,
" Mpume!!!....Nompumelelo!!... "I hear a voice from afar
" Mpume it's ok... Hay... Nompumelelo look at me it's Veli... Mpume....!!!"

I feel hands shake me, but I suddenly start fighting back, I kick punch, scratch, and slap, I totally blackout,  the minute I open my eyes I'm surrounded by Dr's and Nurses holding me down,
Me: get me out of here... Get me out of here now!!... He's going to kill me!!"
Dr: Ms. Msimangu calm down  .... No one is here it's only your Sister"
Me: No! "
I roughly run my hands-on my hair,
Me: he wants to kill me... He was here...!!!!"
I suddenly hear a soft voice, a calm voice calling my name

"Mpume?"
I look up and I see Veli looking at me, with eyes full of worry, I notice a nurse holding her, I place hands on my mouth in shock realizing that I had blackout ...and the person I thought I was beating was not a ghost of the man I killed but my alive only sister
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