Unnatural Multiverse Book 5

Unravelling: Part 2

After resting in the house for a while, we ate our lunch. "How could this stuff be happening now?" Ruth asked. "What would be happening now?" Houston pumped. "Mist getting into the school. Some of the people that we know disappearing. I don't get it." Ruth spoke while stunned. My eyes were closed for about three seconds. I found myself in a room. It was Harry Herrera's room that was in the residential facility. Harry wasn't inside the room. Though I looked at the collection of books that he kept on the shelves. The memories of the buildings that I remembered seeing in Dream Falls sort of came back to me. Then my eyes were closed for about three seconds. I stared at Houston and Ruth as they put their dirty lunch stuff in the sink. "I think I know who we should talk to." I proclaimed. "Who?" Houston questioned. "Harry Herrera." I walked over to the garage. Our bikes were left in the garage. Houston and Ruth realized something.

"Are you going to visit the Herrera Mansion again?" My siblings grilled. "Yes. That's the only place where we could have our questions answered. Besides, why did we have to go through some memories of ourselves going to these hospitals? We saw our baby selves when we came over there. At least, that's what happened with you two." I told them. "But that mansion is such a long way from our house." Houston whined. When I took my bike from the spot where its normally kept, I turned to face the garage door. There was a wooden door that was standing in the garage. "What's this?" Houston exclaimed. The wooden door opened by itself. It revealed the foyer of the Herrera Mansion. It was exactly how I remembered it. Houston and Ruth stared at the foyer. "That can't be possible. It can't be." Ruth stuttered. While staring at the door, I put my bike back next to the wall where the other bikes were kept. Houston, Ruth, and I started to move towards the door. We stepped inside with our outdoor shoes. Ruth and Houston looked at all sides of the big room. It was exactly as they remembered it. We walked inside and the door slammed behind us. Meanwhile, Dad was having some problems concentrating at work. He had just worked through a pile of papers. Then he looked at one of his coworkers. She was starting to become transparent. It was as if she was turning invisible. Dad sat down and tried to shake this off as a crazy sense of imagination. Mom was carefully cleaning one of the city maintenance vehicles she had finished fixing. She was distracted by one of the cars that had just passed by. This car was slowly becoming transparent. Mom couldn't believe what she was seeing. She returned to her task.

Houston, Ruth, and I looked all around. Then there was the sound of something creaking in the distance. It sounded like something that was moving on small wheels. Then there was an object that came into view. This object looked like a gurney. Except this one had some leather restraints on the side. Then there were two clipboards that were laid on the gurney. They had just appeared two seconds after the gurney appeared. The gurney rolled for a little bit. When it was starting to get closer, the gurney stopped. I carefully walked up to the gurney. I have been having flashbacks of myself staying at the Sweet Care Residential Facility. "That's exactly how I felt Fred." A mysterious deep voice spoke in my mind. "Who is this?" I questioned. "I'll be revealed soon enough." This mysterious voice assured me in my mind. "Who are you talking to?" Houston asked. "I think he may be trying to talk to a voice in his head?" Ruth guessed. "You are right about that Ruth." The mysterious voice commented. For a few seconds after the mysterious voice spoke in our minds, I was expecting the gurney to use its restraints to grab a hold of myself and hold me down on it. I didn't expect there would be two clipboards. I held onto one. I had the memories of myself at the Sweet Care Residential Facility become very painful for me. The name on the clipboard of the person that was submitted to a residential facility was myself. The paper had the name of the facility that held me there. I couldn't believe my eyes. I immediately dropped the clipboard. It clattered when it hit the floor. "What's wrong?" Houston demanded. Ruth rushed and picked up the clipboard. She tried to read what was on it. All I could think about was the scary time that I had at the residential facility. Then I could feel somebody holding onto my hand. That took my mind off the horrible memories, and I turned to look at who was holding onto my hand. Then I looked at Ruth's face. "That was the most worse time of my life." I revealed. Ruth let go of my hand. "I'm sorry to hear that." Ruth spoke with a calm tone of voice. She placed the clipboard with the papers facing the surface of the gurney. Then I looked at the other clipboard. While I looked at it, I realized there was somebody else who was submitted to a residential facility. That's when I picked up this clipboard. The clipboard held information about Harry Herrera.