Chapter 1 Part 2: Mouth Locked

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After realizing something was wrong, it suddenly felt like the time stopped. Every single thing that moves, stopped for that moment. I looked around me and I'm suddenly back at the operating room. Blood was everywhere, but this time, it was silent. There was no more screaming to be heard, and the mad looking doctors seem to have fade from the room. I was suddenly filled with confusion and i felt nauseous. I then noticed something moving in the darkest corner of the room.


I was about to move to it to see who or what it was when suddenly...


"I'm here",


A soft voice whispered in my right ear.


I turned around and I didn't saw nothing but a shadow, it was shaped in a figure of a person and it was right beside me.


"You don't belong here, go back or you will also be in trouble",


Another whispering voice came from my right ear.


I turned my head slightly to my right side. From there I saw a girl with a stitched-up lips. Her face was so close and terrifying it made me more nauseous and from there i went unconscious.


"Mr. Pemberton!",


"Why are you sleeping in my class!?"


"H-huh?"


"For the second time, Why are you sleeping in my class!?"


"Uh mm...", I wasn't sure how to explain myself. I'm still shocked, and everyone's looking at me.


"Get out!"


"S-sir..."


"Get out now! Don't you dare waste my time!"


I silently walked out of class. I'm still feeling dizzy and confused. A few moments after I stepped out of class, the whole class was dismissed. I went to the clinic and asked for some guidance and medicine but the nurse just gave me water.


"So what happened? Were you sent out?", the nurse asked.


"Yes, i was sleeping in class",


"But i had these weird nightmares and it seems to be messing with my mind."


"It must be tough huh? I mean you lost your best friend 3 days ago"


"Huh? What do you mean?"


"Haven't you heard about the incident? There was a corpse found in the university grounds and it seems to be your best friend Chris"


"What are you...", I stopped talking for a moment.


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