𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Vox tua

"Regan, wake up! Regan...." Monica half yelled to her niece from the kitchen. When she heard no response, she approached her and shook her lightly.

When Regan tried to open her eyes, they felt heavy and she rubbed them strongly. The blurriness washed away itself and she saw Monica's confused expression.

"Good morning..." she crackled, trying to get up, her voice hoarse. She looked around and saw she was sleeping on the couch; in the living room.

"Dear, are you okay? Why did you sleep here?" Monica asked.

Regan looked elsewhere, attempting to remember how and why she slept there.

"Yeah... I'm okay, I don't know why I slept here, I've must been to tired."

"You woke up on three, that's why," Monica said.

"I can't quite recall this," Regan said, her head throbbing.

"Never mind dear, you were stressed, that's why. Come on, get ready for school."

Regan sighed frustrated and got up from the couch. She noticed earlier that she was covered with her blue blanket which had been in the closet before. Monica went upstairs, leaving her to get ready.

The only thing her mind recalled was that she woke after a dream. Then, slowly she remembered everything else.

"Oh my God!"

All the memories flooded, like a river out of its banks. Her head pounded and she cursed under her breath, her mind hurting from the night's occurrences. She didn't want to forget, she wanted it to be all a delusion. But when it was so vivid, so clear, there was no way they were all imaginations.

Regan's memories ended at the recall of her walking in the dark corridor. Then, everything was vanished from her mind. She didn't remember how she slept on the couch, or what happened after she was terrified to the core. But she remembered that something had touched her hair. She held her hands to her face and thought that perhaps she fainted from the excessive fear.

But then, she thought about the blanket. She rarely used that blanket. And it was weird, how did she fall asleep there? How did she went up in her room to get something to cover herself with? She couldn't remember anything and it was driving her crazy. Maybe she had walked on sleep, but even that, was driving her crazy.

Nothing made sense in Regan's mind. She didn't know what to think or what to do. Even though she tried to ignore it, she was extremely scared from her house and everything else that had occurred.

She wanted to leave the house and never turn back again. But how could she say all this to Monica? How could she unravel? Her aunt never believed in paranormal or anything unrelated to normalities.

One after another, the more intriguing and bizarre things turned. Why would she have slept in the living room? She remembered to have been too terrified to sleep.

Even if she fainted, she'd be still on the floor and Monica would know.

Regan was so lost that she wasn't even minding attention of preparing for school. When Monica came in, she somehow got back to reality.

"Regan, are you ready? You're a bit late."

"Aunt, can you tell me clearly what happened after you told me to get upstairs to sleep in my room?" Regan asked once more.

"I already told you Regan. You went upstairs to sleep and so did I. When I woke up early, I found you on the couch," said Monica. She wasn't lying. She knew that Regan got panicked easily and exaggerated things. When she saw her on the couch, first she was confused, but then, she considered that Regan might have been too scared to sleep in her own room.