The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

The Hallucination

When you heard Alcina calling your name, you lifted your fingers off the keyboard and inclined your head toward the doorway. Strange. She had texted you about an hour ago that they spotted a yard sale only a few blocks away from you and wished to check it out, so maybe she had forgotten her purse or needed something? Pushing yourself out of your desk, you spun around in the swivel chair and stood up. You stretched your back muscles and left the study room.

You heard your wife call out your name.

You grinned upon hearing her rich voice and moved out to greet her. "Hey!" Fully expecting to see your wife, your grin vanished from your face. Furrowing your eyebrows, your eyes darted down the hallway and into the living room. She wasn't there, yet her voice sounded close. Perhaps she had just gone into the kitchen. "Alci?" You popped your head in and were met with silence.

She wasn't there.

Tilting your head, you paced back down the hallway and into the living room. Same result. It wasn't like Alcina to play games with you, yet your mind entertained the possibility. Thinking she heard you, you shouted, "Okay, you win! Where are you?" You waited for her to appear at any second.

A voice that sounded distant called to you from upstairs, "I'm up here!"

Nervousness fluttered in your stomach as you heard her again. There was no way she could've gone upstairs without you hearing that. It felt like she was avoiding you. You rushed up the steps. Your hand glided along the smooth wooden surface of the handrail as you reached the top. Blowing out your cheeks from being short-winded, you paused before repeating yourself again. "Alcina? For real, where are you? I know you're up here."

Silence.

Placing your hands on your hip, you surveyed the area before you. Bela's room was ajar, while her sisters' rooms across from hers were closed. The room you shared with your wife was wide open. She was probably using the restroom. Oddly enough, she could've just used the one on the main floor. Maybe she had left something on the dresser.

"Found you, you goose. Why are you hiding from me?" You peeked inside the bathroom. She wasn't there either. Your anxiety was rising. You suddenly fled the room and headed to the stairs until you froze in your steps.

"I'm here."

You whipped your head around and heard her voice coming from the storage closet, which was at the end of the hall on the left. There wasn't much inside that closet besides a small vacuum, a few coats, a box of batteries, and a plastic broom.

She could fit in there if she squeezed herself in tight enough, but it wouldn't make any sense. Feeling frightened down to the soles of your shoes, you slowly moved closer to it. As you reached to pull it open, your hand shook; you knew damn well she wasn't in there, so why were you hearing her? You hesitated and withdrew your arm as your temperature spiked; it felt hot and like you needed to cool off.

Backing away from it, you returned to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. There was a peculiar buzzing sound in both of your ears, like ringing, but more persistent. You tugged on your earlobe and swung your head from side to side, trying to stop the annoying noise.

That was it. You'd just return to the study room and call her on your phone. Sucking in a deep breath, you rushed out into the hall to head back downstairs. Deeply regretting your curious tendency, you looked over your shoulder and noticed the storage closet was half-open.

Feeling like you were half mad with terror or imagining things, you flew down the steps and missed one, losing your balance. Gripping the railing, you leaned back in time and saved yourself from a nasty fall. As you moved down to the landing, you sat down in defeat and covered your ears again. Whatever sudden episode this was, you hated it; you were positive that it had something to do with hearing things that weren't there.