Chapter 4

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You grabbed your book and pen and began to write down your question. Donna watched as you aggressively started writing. It was now Donna's turn to get worried and Angie could feel it.

You lifted your book up to Donna.

What happened this morning? What's going on? What was Lord Heisenberg talking about? Is that man okay?

Donna let out a shaky sigh. She wasn't sure what to tell you or how to tell you. She was afraid, very afraid. If she told you the truth you would run away, leave her behind, alone.

Donna shook her head which made you confused. You frowned at her with a slight tilt of your head. You took another bite of your food as you wrote in your book. You held it up once more.

Donna, please tell me what's going on. I just want to know what's going on. Please take no offense, but the things I've seen aren't normal. I just want to understand.

Donna didn't move, nor did Angie. Your eyes shifted towards Angie as she started fidgeting along with the nearby dolls. Was Donna anxious? They had to be connected, right? That was the only thing you could think of. If so, how?

By this time you have finished your food while Donna didn't touch hers anymore. Worry was filling you as you felt her stare. It was intense, especially when Angie and all of the other dolls were looking at you as well.

Your mind started to feel fuzzy again and you were getting even more worried. You moved your hand to write something but that's when Donna gasped, scaring you and causing the room to go dark. You couldn't see and your heart was racing. You continued to stay seated in fear of one, not being able to see and two because you knew you would trip and hurt yourself regardless of knowing the layout.

You hoped that this would all go away, but it didn't. It only got worse. You started to hear a clicking sound... or something crawling in the darkness. You were terrified out of your mind. Where did Donna go? What's going on? Did she do this? What did she do?

You let a gasp as the room got extremely cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to calm your shivering body. The hairs on the back of your neck started to stand straight up. You then hear I weird sloshing sound with another sound that makes you believe bones are snapping.

You were terrified. Your breathing was all over the place and the worst part is that you couldn't scream. You couldn't scream for help. A steady stream of blood fell in front on your face, pooling onto the floor. Wait, wasn't there a table in front of you? Your heart was beating in your ears. You didn't want to look up, you didn't want to see where the blood was coming from.

But out of curiosity and fear, you looked up. You looked up and regretted it immediately. What you saw was nothing you've ever seen before. With all its eight eyes, a spider with bone and rotten flesh stringed all over its body looked down at you with a head tilt. Your eyes were wide. What is this? What do you do now?

"Nuova preda... nuova preda..." The creature growled.

Understanding what it said, you shot up and ran the hell away. You didn't know where you were going. You needed to get out, you had to get out. You hated spiders, they scared you, they are gross. You were panting and breathing heavily as your legs carried you to a really long hallway.

"Piccola preda piccola preda, dove sei scappata?" The monster sang in a deep animalistic tone.

There were goosebumps all over your body. This was madness.

"Il tuo odore è una piccola preda inebriante."

The walls and floor started making wet sounds and blood started to bubble from them. Rotten bone hands and arms forced their way out of the now bleeding flesh walls and floor.

"Sento l'odore della tua paura..."

There was a loud thumping behind you. The monster was coming for you at a high speed. It hissed as it saw you. Your legs were getting tired from running away, you felt like you were going to pass out. It was still so cold...

"Il mio!  La mia preda, la mia!" The monster roared.

Tears poured out of your eyes as you reached for the dark abyss. Hoping that anything would save you. Anything at all. Your prayers were answered. You felt a firm grip on your arm that pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Amore mio, ora sei al sicuro. Nessuno ti farà del male."

This voice was very familiar to you. It was your mother's voice. Again. You felt safe. The world around you was spinning and your mind was fuzzy once more. You eyes felt very heavy but you kept fighting to stay awake.

"Riposa amore mio."

You couldn't, you didn't want to rest. You wanted answers. You wanted to know what was going on.

"Dormi mio caro." A voice echoed in your head.

Your eyes fell shut as sleep and peace washed over you. The smell of lavender and tea filled your nostrils. Soon the smell of the lavender mixed in with the smell of the ocean filled the air around you.

It reminded you of your trip to Italy, Chia Beach in Sardinia. It was one trip of many till the past few years. You felt like you were floating on water. It was really warm. Light shined on your face, making your eyes crack open.

The veiw was breath taking. You were standing on a cliff with the grass and flowers were flowing on the wind. Right in front of you was the ocean with waves hitting rocks bellow you.

You were very curious about where the smell of lavender was coming from. You didn't mind it, it was very relaxing. You sat down on the grass and looked out into the distance. The wind was blowing through your hair as you stared at the sunset.

The sky was an orange-red color and the water reflected that beautiful color. There was a part of you that wished Donna and Angie were hear to see the beautiful sight. You were confident that the pair would both love it. Your mother as well. She would love to paint this beautiful view.

You laid down and closed your eyes once more only to open your eyes to see a very familiar ceiling. You sat up in your bed and looked around.

Where was Donna? Was all of that just a dream? But it felt so real. You refused to believe that was all a dream. You saw what you saw, you heard what you heard. It wasn't a dream and that terrified you.

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