What Are You? War Beneath The Earth

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Nick and I spent the whole day at the cabin and Nick thinks that it's high time for me to go home. As in my real home. My haunted home.

I tried to protest but Nick said that he'll be with me so I think it's gonna be just fine. 

We cleaned up our mess in the cabin and got ready for the drive home. I still can't shake off that uneasy feeling ever since we went to the cemetery. I think I'm going crazy from all this shit.

"Hey, you okay?", Nick held my hand while I was putting on the jacket he gave me earlier. I must've looked distraught since he asked if I'm okay.

"I'm just fine. Don't worry too much about me.", I caressed his face and smiled at him.

He held my hand that's pressed against his cheek and took it close to his lips and kissed it. He smiled at me and put on his helmet so we can get going. 

I climbed up on the bike after Nick and held tightly on his waist. The night is coming when we left the cabin and I just really wish that whatever horrors are in my house is gone for good.

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Nick and I got to my house a little late. The streets were already dark and all you can hear are my neighbours' dogs bark. I stared up ahead at my house that seems to have a feeling that I can't describe as either good or bad.

I walked up the front porch, Nick in pursuit. I fished my keys out of my pocket and undid the lock on the door. When I let the door swung open, I gasped at what I saw.

The couch was tilted sideways and things were strewn all over the carpet. I can hear the tap running inside the kitchen. The books that I left neatly stacked next to television are now ripped up page by page. My clothes are all over the floor, up to the stairs. It's a horrible sight and I don't know if I would cry or just stand there like a statue.

I went inside and something bright red on the wall caught my way. I turned around and saw the words ' WE ARE COMING FOR YOU. YOU CAN'T HELP THEM ALL' written on the wall in red dripping paint. Is this some kind of a joke?! Cause if it is, it's not freaking funny!!

My knees buckled beneath me and I just sat there on the floor, looking at my shaking hands. What the hell is happening with my life?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Nick, his face as sad as mine. He pulled me up and hugged me. He stroked my short hair and kissed my forehead.

"What kind of psycho would do this to you?", I was startled when Nick asked me. I was too busy getting lost in my thought.

"I dunno.", I weakly replied. Tears started to fall from my face and I didn't even bother wiping them.

"Hey, don't cry. Come on, I'll help you clean up and check if nothing's missing.", Nick wiped my tears and smiled at me. He does make me feel safe and sane. I smiled a half-smile and pulled away from him to put the couch back up.

We cleaned up everything except for the wall because we tried scrubbing it off but the paint won't come off. Maybe we have to put a layer of white paint over it in the morning. 

I was baffled someone would do this to me and trash my home and leave some kind of scary message on the wall. But what piqued my interest was that, whoever did this, didn't even touched my parents' bedroom. All the rooms in the house is trashed except for theirs. Weird.

I checked everything in the house to make sure nothing is missing and felt satisfied that that someone just turned the house upside down but didn't take anything. Weirder. I wonder what their motive is in doing this to me.

Nick and I were super tired by the time we finished cleaning the whole house. Nick crashed on my bed after changing into some boxers and a white shirt from my Dad's drawers. I was just putting my pajamas on in the bathroom when I heard Nick snoring. He snores when he's tired. He's so adorable.

I looked up at the clock and saw that it's already 2:30 in the morning. Wow, cleaning the whole house really took a long time. As I was about to get on my bed next to Nick, something stubbed my toe from underneath. I cursed and lifted up the sheets.

My Mom and Dad's wedding picture is in the middle of the floor, under my bed. I reached for it and wondered how it got there. I almost touched the framed picture when a warm hand-like brush went across my hand. My hair stood up from fright and quickly withdrew my hand. I was crouching for what seemed like forever, just looking at the picture. I want to go get it but I was too afraid of reaching out to something else. I shivered and decided that I'll get it first thing in the morning, when it's bright and warm and not spooky.

I climbed up on the bed and cuddled next to Nick, who seemed to know I've laid down next to him. He pulled me closer and buried my face in his chest, hugging me like a teddy bear.

This feels good and safe but the presence of danger still lingers in my home from somewhere unknown.

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