The apparition of Hills House

The Dream

My vision was foggy, a thick cloud in gray and white. A light breeze kicking up leaves from the ground, the rustling echoed. I'm surrounded by a wooded area. The trees taller than normal, like the ones in forests that have almost no end to them. Completely alone.

Where was I? I don't recognize the area at all, how did I even get here? I don't remember. My mind blank; seeking answers to questions I can't even produce. I process the fact I'm alone and lost. How did I get lost in the first place? Why can't I remember how I got here?

Help me.

I snap my head in the direction of the sound.

"Hello? Is some one here?" I asked into the air.

My voice held a distortion as I spoke. Like a person speaking in a dream.

Help me, please.

Turning to my right; my body moves on its own to the voice. It was faint, but I can hear it clearly as though it spoke beside me. The sound of twigs snapping under the weight of my feet; the crunch of withered leaves with each step I took, increased my anxiety. Fully apprehensive of the situation.

I was alone. No one knew where I was; I didn't know where I was or how I got here to begin with. Memory lapse maybe? No. That couldn't be it. For me to just wander into a forest without knowledge of what could even be living in here is insane.

Help me!

I stopped. My heart beating faster as the minute ticked on. Quiet. I furrowed my eyebrows; a forest isn't quiet, not at all. No birds chirped; no wind swaying tree branches. No ghostly howling of any sort. Nothing. The atmosphere grew cold yet the fear building within my being kept my senses heightened.

Over here, help me! He's coming!

I ran. I ran after the voice as my conscious told me to go the other way.  To run away from there but I couldn't; I was being pulled, as if to a magnet. I had no control over my own body. A will of its own; and I was scared.

I found my way to the destination; in front of me stood a building. Old and abandoned. Squinting in the fog; it stood eerily in contrast with the dim light shown. The old bricks were broken, some at my feet while others scattered across the dead grass. It's gated front; rusted with one door bent and twisted in a sickening angle.

My head spun; my stomach felt as though it was inching up my throat.

I found myself in the building finding the ceiling was caved in; made walking difficult as I tripped every few steps.

Hurry, please hurry! He's going to kill me!

The voice was louder now; clear. It was a woman's voice. Horror laced her voice. I'm trying; but where are you? I don't know this place. I searched for the source of the cries.
This building was ruins of what once stood. Something was off, something wasn't right with this. The world was spinning before my eyes; distorted. Literally. 

I try to call out, but nothing was heard. I tried again; no sound emerged. It was as if I was a phone on silent. I screamed repeatedly; I felt my eyes tear up. No one could hear me; I couldn't call for help. The reality of the situation and the circumstances of my safety was alarming. I wanted curl up and cry.

Here. Over here.

The voice beckoned me to walk towards it. And my body listened. I came to a flight of stairs leading down to the basement, an uneasy feeling crept into my chest. Heavy. It was becoming difficult to breathe, my heart pounding behind my rib cage.

I felt a small amount of adrenaline.

The further down I went, the more the light started to dim.

When I reached the bottom step; I felt cold beyond winter. I could see my breath due to a small hole in the wall about as large as my fist; not much but enough to see a tiny portion of the ground. The smell was musty mixed with something else; something revolting. Then it struck me.

Decay. The smell was of a body decomposing. I recalled seeing a dead animal near my home and the smell was horrible; it must have been a couple of days after I had left for a vacation that the animal was killed. Nature taking its course.

The smell was the same yet worse. Far worse and my brain knew that. But why wasn't my body moving away? The voice still called to me, and I continued to move forward, why? Why isn't my body listening to me? Listening to reason? Someone please stops me; someone help me! I screamed, pleaded for someone to save me.

Here. I'm over here.

No! Leave me alone! I don't want to go further into the dark narrow space. Suddenly my body stopped and for a moment I was happy. It wasn't until I looked down and saw the same girl, I had seen in the reflection of the glass at the cafe shop half buried, and decaying I heard myself scream.

A hand clasped onto my own and I saw her in a ghoulish form like before, staring at me with fear and anger. Her grip was like a vice.

"He's going to kill you too!" She screams at me, holding me by my hand and shoulder.

Her grip locked on me; and no amount of pulling would get her to budge.

I screamed in horror on looking at her form; then the world had gone black.

I awoke screaming in the night; cold sweat covered me as I shook violently against the wall. I was crying; because of how helpless I felt, I didn't feel at all myself. I had no control; I couldn't stop my body from moving and had no voice. No will of my own. I felt like a child; it was all a dream, right? A nightmare?

Her eyes showed fear and anger, but she was begging. Begging for someone to help her and it never came until I somehow popped into the picture.

I couldn't rest after that; her face appeared like an old film. Repeatedly asserting herself into my brain. But she asked for my help, why though? And for what?