Death is never The End // Thomas Sharpe X Reader.

3: Strange Occurrences.

"You rest for now. I'll see you in the morning."

Thomas put me in bed and placed the blanket over me. Smiling one last time he left the room.

Though he asked me to sleep, I couldn't. Not yet. There are still a few ghosts lurking around the house. I could feel them. They're curious eyes watching  me. They've seen how I freed Pamela and they want to be freed too.

Cautiously getting out of bed, I used the table as support to stand up. But I had forgotten my gloves in the hallway. As soon as I came in contact with the table I went into its memories.

Trays and trays, cups and bowls of tea and porridge, placed on the table, but there was something suspicious.

Moving my hand from the table to the bed, I saw the three women each hurting, coughing up blood and slowly......dying. Every thing about the house said the same. Every woman slowly ended up dying. And here I was fooling around with ghosts....huh!

While I was looking into the past, I saw Thomas. He never slept in this bed. Though he said this was his room. He would tuck the women in bed and then leave. Like he did with me today.

Then I saw myself, in bed, and a figure beside me. Focusing on it, I blushed when I realized who it was.

"But that's not possible. This hasn't happened before." I whispered to myself, eyes still closed. I pushed a strand of hair, that had escaped my ponytail, behind my ear.

I saw......Thomas, lying beside me, his beautiful smile still on his face. As he turned to face me, he wrapped his huge arm around my waist, fingers tracing my scar.

"Never!"

I snapped out of my trance, when I heard someone behind me. I turned in the direction of the sound. But nothing. There was no one. Just a black shadow, that slowly moved away. Ignoring that I decided to make something to eat, so I could while away the time.

After roaming around the mansion for what felt like hours, I finally found the kitchen. I opened and few cabinets, searching for at least a pan or a pot. Then something caught my eye. The dark night was now slowly turning to morning. The snow fall had reduced and you could see the yellow sun shinning through. Orange and yellow colors spreading through the sky, and a bit of light blue peaked through. Dawn lined the horizon. I looked at the sunrise through the glass window that was adjoining to the stove platform.

"Beautiful." I whispered.

"Indeed."

I heard a voice beside me. Startled, I moved back a little. Looking at the glass in front of me, I saw a reflection of Thomas in the window. He was talking about the sky, but his eyes were on me.

I turned right and left, and then flipped around, but there was no one in sight. Have I gone mad? I keep hearing these voices and the only other person in this house was Thomas. Who wasn't here at the moment. There was no one around.

I took out a pan and also found an egg in the meat safe. There were plenty of other things, like bread, butter, the regular stuff. Turing on the stove, I cracked open the egg and added a bit of butter for it to cook well. In order to avoid dirtying a plate, I placed down the pan on the dinning table and was about to eat the fried egg from it.

"I thought I had asked you to sleep."

"I couldn't." I sighed, poking a fork in the egg, playing with it. I knew this was coming. I had expected him to show up earlier than this, questioning me around.

"I think you should go back to bed." He walked to the table and stood right next to me. I stood up from the chair to face him.

"I'm fine Thomas. Just having some breakfast."

"But there's nothing in the pan." He shook his head and his eyes went to the pan. Following his gaze, I gripped the pan, trying to make myself clear. But I'm.....stupid. My gloves were still lying in the hallway. I don't know why I didn't go into memories when I touched the pan earlier, but now I was definitely seeing things.

"Dammit" I whispered when I was struck with a series of memories. The pan being removed from the cabinet, used for cooking various foods, kept back in. Just the routine. Till one day when it was slammed onto the table, the contents spilling out of it. The memory cause me to flinch back and I think I must have crashed into Thomas. But that didn't stop me. When the pan was slammed on the table, there were a few keys beside it. Pausing at that memory, I tried to focus on the name tag, "Enola."

"Hey hey you're frozen, Aurora...." I heard Thomas calling out my name. Snapping back into reality, I found myself in his arms. Stepping away from him I moved to the wall behind.

"I think you need these." He took out my gloves and handed them to me.

"Thank you so much." I ratted out and quickly put on the gloves.

"You can rest by the fire place till I draw you a bath. It will warm you up."

I heard him talk but my eyes were fixed on the pan, it.....was empty. My fried egg was missing.

"Hmmm." I said not realizing that I had agreed to something Thomas said. "I'm sorry?"

He had reached the kitchen door and was about to step out. "Yes you heard right. The water will run red for a bit, but don't worry it will slowly clear out."

I nodded, "A bath would be wonderful, thank you." He gave me the most precious smile and disappeared into the dark hallways.

I made my way to the fireplace, which was already burning brightly. Taking in the warmth, I sat on an armchair beside the fire. The house was so beautiful yet strange. I admired details in each piece of furniture, designs so different and well carved. Then I looked back at the fire. A harsh and dangerous element, so calm and soothing when you look at if from a good distance.

I was thinking about the day I had had. Weird yet delightful. The house was full of strange surprises, which I was prepared for. Its my job. I do this for a living, hunting ghosts, driving them away from the houses they are haunting, so people can begin a new life in those places. Death may be the end for a few, but it gives opportunities for a new beginning to others.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a certain tune hit my ears. It was the sound of a piano being played softly. But I found it melodious.

Following the sound, I reached what seemed to be a library. It was magnificent, filled with all varieties of books. I stopped at a certain section which attracted my eye, 'thriller'. I smirked to myself and took out the book.

As soon as I took it out of the rack, the tune immediately grew louder. I turned around in surprise and saw her.

The woman who never left.

The one who was always in hatred for the women who came into the house. The one who murdered Pamela, and who knows how many more.

She knew I had seen her. She was very much making her presence known. The soothing tune now turned into a terrifying one. Majors into minors.

But I didn't react, I stood my ground, staring at her, while she finished her piece.