'Till Death Do Us Part. [Kellic]

Chapter Five

Kellin Quinn

All night I lay in bed, restless, I couldn’t sleep the dream kept rewinding in my mind. I’m scared of going to sleep. Afraid of the horrors that may hide in my dream. Rambo, The dog that kept hanging around the house, was asleep at the foot end of the bed. Yes, I named her Rambo she or he seemed to like it. She had absolutely no trouble finding some sleep as soon as she found her place on the bed the fell asleep. I kept on seeing the creepy lady from my dream every time I closed my eyes.

Outside the storm that kept Vic away from me raged around the house. The heavy wind blowing against the house making it squeak every time it hit it. I was terrified of the house and the noises it made didn’t make it any better for me they only made it worse. Every attempt at speaking some courage into myself was useless. I told myself it was all a dream it wasn’t real. I mean it can’t be, right? I wasn’t so sure anymore it had all felt so real. I felt every bit of it, the pain of falling down the stairs, the gusts of wind blowing through the holes in the walls. It had to be a dream! An illusion maybe. I don’t care but it just wasn’t real! I refuse to believe that.

Those brave thought didn’t help me though I was thirsty but still too afraid of leaving the bed to get something to drink. ‘Damn it Kellin! Get your shit together!’

I woke up Rambo to make it come with me. I felt a bit safer with it around. I carefully set my foot on the first step of the stair. It squeaked under my weight. I heard a little giggle coming from the living room. It’s just the house making sounds I told myself, but I didn’t even believe myself. I found myself scared to death again. Standing on the stairs. Another giggle came from the hallway behind me. I was too afraid to go back now. I just kept going down. Rambo dashed past me of the stairs waiting for me in the hallway downstairs. He faced the doorway to the kitchen growling. I couldn’t see what he was growling at and honestly? I do not want to know. Why is this happening to me? Slowly I walked towards the kitchen Rambo kept on growling but he seemed less convinced of himself he started to back away. I looked into the kitchen going against every instinct in my body which told me to run, to get the hell out of here. The kitchen was empty I looked back at Rambo but he disappeared.

“Rambo!” I called. I looked around to see any sign of him but he was gone. I’m still trembling with fear.

A hand touched my back. “You’re it!” a children voice called cheerfully follow by a giggle, but this time, it wasn’t one giggle there were more coming from every direction around me. I immediately turned around in fear. I only saw a glimpse of a children’s shadow. I backed away facing the empty room with my back to the room. “You’re it!” I heard another child say as a hand quickly touched my shoulder. I turned in horror. On the top of the fridge, I saw the shadow of a child revealing only its eyes. It gave a small giggle before jumping off the fridge and running past me over the counter tops and disappeared into the hallway. I searched my pockets for my phone but I had left it upstairs. I regained my courage and decided to make a run for it. Going upstairs as fast as I could ignoring all of the horrific events around me. In the hallway, I stopped. In front of me, just a few inches away the little boy from the lake was standing silently with his teddy bear. I dreaded that bear it’s what started all of this. I thought that maybe if I didn’t have to be so curious and picked up that bear then maybe all of this would never have happened.

I backed away again towards the front door. I wanted to leave this place, this godforsaken place. That what I loved so much, what should have been a wonderful part of my life had become my worst nightmare. It had become my own personal hell. Finally, I hit the door with my back, only I didn’t feel like the door it was soft and warm and somehow familiar. It felt like a body. Carefully I turned around to see who it belonged to. I saw the person I loved, the person I hold so dear, the face of Vic. I immediately wrapped my arms around him. I tried to tell him everything that had happened but I couldn’t get a word out. All I could do is hold him tight to me my face pressed against his chest. I finally felt safe and I wasn’t afraid anymore. The sounds of children had faded completely the house was completely silent.

“You’re it,” He said. I pushed myself away from him and looked at him in terror. ‘What did he just say?’ his voice didn’t sound familiar, I knew his voice. This voice was too deep, too dark. He stared at me with blank eyes as if he didn’t even see me. The safe feeling had disappeared and been replace by fear. I looked at him in disbelieve. This is not Vic!

His face started to change and saw him turn the creepy lady I had seen before “Who are you!” I cried. She said nothing she smiled at me. My head felt dizzy all of this is just too much I just can’t handle it. The creepy lady held her finger against her lips signing me to be quiet.

“Shh.. just go to sleep” her voice was oddly warm and sweet.

(…)

I woke up the next day with a massive headache. The storm had died and the sun was shining. A fresh layer of snow covered the landscape. Icicles hung from the gutter slowly melting in the warmth of the sun. The view from my window was beautiful, it reminded me of why we chose this place to live together. Next to me was Vic still sleeping, breathing slowly morning light shone over his face slowly waking him up. He rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. He kissed me softly on my lips.

“Good Moring beautiful,” he said. A smile on his face showing his with teeth. His eyes looking at me with love, so much love, I didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment with the events that had happened last night, or did it? I was unsure. The things that were happening to me felt too real to be a dream but too strange and impossible to be real. I needed help figuring out what is haunting my mind.

“I thought you had to stay in the city for the night,” I asked him. He looked at me with a puzzled face. He didn’t know what I was talking about? Did I dream that too?

“No...” he said unsure of what I was talking about.

I searched my phone looking for the text he had sent me last night. It wasn’t there. Did I really dream that too? Was this whole storm just part of my wild imagination playing tricks on my mind? Vic still looked at me with a puzzled face. At last, I found a text from him he sent me last night:

Babe, I’ll be home in 10 minutes.

Love you!

Did I dream this? I can’t remember anything that had happened last night only the horrifying woman and the children. It took me a moment to realize the shock I was feeling in my body was expressed on my face, making Vic look concerned. Does he know? Even though I tried to hide it.

“I think we need some help for you, from a professional I mean.”

It took me by surprise even though I just had the same thought and I did need help, I wanted help. The thought of someone who is going to help me reassured me I finally felt my body relax a bit.

The next few days went by without a hitch the dreams left me alone and no strange things happened around the house it was just Vic and me and Rambo of course, the dog we sort of adopted, he seemed to have taken a liking to us and we to him. We’d go walk around in the woods around the house. The wind blowing cold into my neck, Vic, who grabbed his arm around as we walked over the small paths. Rambo running around playing with branches and occasionally chasing a rabbit. The smell of old trees and the frozen wood around us reminded me of my childhood with Vic. We often went into the woods to have a snow fight our parents forbid us to go there because they thought it was too dangerous because of the wild animals.

As we walked back toward the house. From the edge of the woods, the house looked peaceful. The sun was already setting the shimmering sunlight glowed over the house. How can such horrible thing happen on such a perfect place? Then again they didn’t actually happen it was all made up in my mind at least that what I’ve been telling myself the last few days.