The Drafted Reality and Dreams

CHAPTER 21

What is Edson doing here? Edson was sitting on the floor beside his bed. He was working on his homework until he looked up to see him.
"Hello Claren–mom.." He said as he smiled awkwardly.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" I said, leaning against the doorway with my arms crossed.
He shook his head, "No, school ended already. You didn't come to pick me up so I walked home." He put his work on the side, getting up just to come towards me.
"I found this note on my bed. I didn't bother reading it." He shrugged his shoulders.
I grabbed the note and shove it in my pocket, "Wouldn't you be curious?"
"No, not really. I figured it was from him."
Him...he knew who wrote the notes. That man who was at the haunted house. Edson went back towards his bed to continue doing his homework. I went back downstairs to read the note.

Dear Mrs. Francis,
Do you know? Do you know where the hidden man would be? Do you know what he found out? He snooped and stalked me back to my place. Do you know that? He thought he could get away in peace, didn't he?  He was wrong in the end, he was sent to a hospital after finding a random syringe in his thigh. Do you know how? Well, I don't believe you do know how since you're not me. If you were me you would've known. Did he tell you anything? No, but he told that police officer. He's the man who's stalking me. But I can't do anything to stop him, he has something that I want. No more hints, come to the haunted house. I'm getting impatient.

Sincerely,
The man with the melted skin

A police officer is stalking him? Stalking? I don't really remember the police officer from that day but whoever it is must know something about this man. But right now I have to worry about this man who's currently on the hunt. So the haunted house is where I need to go to find the phone. I already knew that but free intel is sometimes nice, especially from a killer.

I grabbed my phone and car keys. Edson–should I leave him here? He should be fine, right? I went upstairs and told Edson that I would be going to the grocery store. Lying is the only thing that I can do. If I told him everything he might have a panic attack...

By the time I got there, the outside of the amusement park was empty. The silence was unbearable. I was holding onto the keys too hard; My hand started to sweat and I could feel the house key pierce into my skin. I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.

Let the nightmare begin...

By the time I got on the other side of the wall of the amusement park I was going on a hunt for the haunted house. While I was walking there I felt like I was being watched by someone. Here and there I would turn around just in case I was being followed–nobody was ever there each time. It was a good thing that I didn't come here in the middle of the night otherwise I would have had a hell of a time here.
After a few minutes I was in front of the haunted house. There was caution tape circling around the house, including the entrance. I took a deep breath before I went over the tape and into the house. When I went inside I started to swear furiously; My head was pounding, palms sweaty, and my heart was racing. Coming back here was the worst choice that I've made but I can't turn away from this especially not when the man took Ted.
There was a terrible smell inside of the place, I felt like I was suffocating. I was tied up here and everything so I don't know what really happened here. But by the sounds that I was hearing on the other side of the door, I knew there were people being killed. The guilt that I went through for less of my life that I've lived is unbearable. It's almost like I cannot get rid of all the guilt.
I was where I was tied up. The three doors that never had an exit on the other side. All three were just closets that the scare actors went into. The one that I was in wasn't touched or interacted. The third scare actor never showed up or–that's what I think at least. All three doors were opened by Edson and never were touched ever since that day. When I said three, I meant two. The one in the middle was closed so I figured that the man put something in there–that or he's trying to trick me.
Well, the only way to find out is to open the door. I went towards the door–in the middle and opened it. Inside of the closet there was a note taped onto the wall. I took the note and scanned through it quickly.

Dear Mrs. Francis,
Grab the burner and put it to your ear. Listen to it ring until there's a beep. One, Two, Three call out for sheep. Listen to the voice that's on the other side and don't weep otherwise the big bad wolf would want some sheep.
Go to the door on your right and watch it burn. Touch the flames and you'll burn but soon realize that you are in the otherworld, named Mr. Hidden.
Mr. Hidden is your name so you may hide and hide all day long but don't expect your little ones to call. Don't forget to watch out for Mr. Death as he is the one watching you, no matter where you go. I would recommend hiding, make to much noise and you'll be found.

Sincerely,
The man with the melted skin

Wait–Mr. Hidden isn't Ted? My heart started to race even faster. My legs started to feel weak as my head started to spin.

"Grab the burner and put it to your ear."

"Go to the door on your right and watch it burn."

The door to my right. Did he put something in there? I walked to the door quickly just to see a burner phone on the ground. I grabbed the phone and went inside of the closet as I felt like someone was once again watching me. The phone started to ring, and as I answered I heard heavy breathing coming from the phone.
"Hello?" I said in a quiet voice.
There was no response, not until I started to hear footsteps.
"Hello, Mrs. Francis." There was a deep, raspy voice on the other side of the call.
"W-who is this?" I stuttered as the footsteps were only getting closer.
"Shhh.. Everything will be over soon." The voice said.
There was a tall man standing in front of me, who had a phone up to his ear. His face is what gave him away, the man with the melted skin is here.