Obsession

Chapter 5: Mark

Crystal sighs, it was a new day and she was back at home, and safe along with Jessica. It was a ten hour drive but they pulled through with no problems, now all Crystal wanted to do was take a boiling shower and relax.

Starting the water, taking off her pajamas, shivering at the sensation of the hot water against her form. She grabbed her shampoo, running her fingers gently through her hair she started having visions, of Michael.

She quickly opened her eyes them screamed, dropping to the floor holding her burning wrist. Looking at it, that tattoo was glowing red and soon the burning stops.

What the hell was that?

Continuing her shower, all she wants to do is relax.

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Crystal strolls downstairs in her oversized fur white sweater and black jeans and long fuzzy socks. She went into the kitchen seeing Jessica drinking coffee and buttered toast and fruit on her plate and another one.

"Slept good?" Jessica asked, looking tired.

"No. You?"

"Nope."

"I might fall asleep for the rest of the day."

"That was my plan."

It was silent, until Jessica spoke.

"Hey what's that tattoo on your wrist?" She asked.

Crystal looks at her wrist, seeing the mark is still there.

"I don't know, but when Michael grabbed it it burned."

"Then that's not a tattoo."

"I'm so confused, why would he want to attack us and speak to me."

"Wait, he spoke to you?"

"Yeah.."

"Michael Myers, the boogymen, the Shape, Crystal he's a silent psycho serial killer, and you're telling me he spoke to you."

"Yes, Jess, he spoke to me."

"Well what did he say?"

"He said...that I belonged to him."

"Oh! Wrong timing but he's in love with you."

"Jess!"

"What! Crystal face facts, Michael Myers might or he might not, but if he spoke and but that thing on your wrist, there has to be an explanation."

Crystal lays her head on the table, confused and frustrated.

"Baby I know your stress, but just relax like you said."

"No." Crystal said, sitting up.

"No?"

"I'm going to see him."

"Crystal, you have lots your mind."

"I know but I have to know what this thing is and get it off. I want answers."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I can't put you in danger."

"Okay."

"I'll be back."

Crystal went into her room, got a button down blue long sleeve shirt, and her black boots. Grabbing fifty dollars she went downstairs, straight for the door.

"Crystal, you're forgetting your keys and phone."

"I'm not bringing them."

"Why?"