House Of Secrets [#cghalloweenart]

Chapter 4

MEGAN'S POV

After minutes of walking, me and the old man I met earlier finally arrived to his destination, while we were walking he was shaking and his face looked very frightened, I was concerned for him because he obviously is suffering from anxiety very bad anxiety if you ask me. 

I then knocked on the door of the house three times and it was answered by a young lady in her 20s later did I realize that this was actually a home for aged people.

"Ronald, we were worried sick of you! Where have you been?"

He just stared at her with a blank expression it seemed as if he was angry at her. His face looked blank and his stare was spine chilling if you ask me.

"Thank you so much for bringing him back for me."

"Your welcome." I replied.

"Would you care for some tea?" she asked.

"Umm, sure I don't mind."

She then walked out of my sight and into the kitchen, as I looked behind me I saw the man beckoning for me to come with him. I obeyed him and followed where he was going.

We then walked into his room, he walked very slowly towards his bed, I then helped him.

"So," I asked him." What were you talking about earlier?"

"About what?" He asked.

"About me being the chosen one."

I then rummaged through my bag to try and find the sword handle, I eventually found it and I then placed it in front of the old man.

"Get that thing away from me!"

"Alright relax, i'm not going to hurt you."

I felt kinda bad for him though because he's probably suffering from trauma but the one thing that caught my attention when we were talking earlier outside of Dexter's house was the thing about being the chosen one. I didn't understand what he meant by that but I didn't want to take any chances. If I wanted answers I should interrogate this man.

Before I asked him about this chosen one thing I decided to think back about what just happened. The paper I had found earlier to be exact.

I looked for the piece of paper inside my bag and tried solving it again.

"The first thing you need is in a place where people like to read."

I then recollected everything and tried understanding it. The first thing might refer to the first puzzle piece that might fit with this one. You need is pretty self explainatory. Is in a place where people like to read. I then thought to myself that it could either be the lounge or the library. But I thought that the library would be much more accurate.

"Ronald do you know what this means?" I asked as I handed him the paper that contained the riddle.

"It's something that is found in the-"

Before he could finish his sentence the lights go out, I was in pure darkness. My fur started to stand up, chills went down my spine. I felt like I was in one of those horror films where the antagonist kills another victim. But this wasn't fictional, this was real, this was far from those things in the movies.

"Ronald!" I yell out

"Where are you?!" I continued to call.

"Hihihihi!"

Fear started to develop in my mind again, this voice, it was familiar. Too familiar to be exact, it was just like the one in my dream, or should I call it a nightmare. I started shaking after I heard the voice, this wasn't fictional anymore. I told myself. This is real!

"Ronald! Where are you?!"

"Why won't you play with me? I feel very lonely!"

"Ronald?" I asked again.

Alright this isn't funny anymore. I thought to myself. Where is that voice coming from? and what does this thing want from me? And why am I having this kind of experience?

"The first thing you need is in a place where people like to read."

I was shocked when I heard that, it was just like in the riddle, oh wait it was exactly like the riddle, but what does this mean? Sure, the man told me about this thing having more pieces but I don't buy it. I didn't think it would be possible.

Soon the lights went back on and what I saw was a very horrible scene. There were blood on the walls, everywhere, I looked around the room, it was all covered in blood. I looked right in front of me ad saw the old man sitting on a chair, his eyes closed perhaps he was sleeping through this horrible nightmare that i'm experiencing.

The lights go back off again and after a few seconds it went back on, I wished it hadn't because after the lights go back on it was way worse than before. I stared at the position I looked at last and saw a bloody girl, wearing a dress, she was holding cleaver and she was sporting an evil grin on her face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I saw the girl.

She then walked backward a few steps and finally against the wall, as soon as that happened the lights go out yet again for the third time. After a few seconds the lights go back on and I see the girl on the wall staring at me with those red eyes, those eyes were the ones I could never ever forget. She then looked right beside her and looked at me again.

I then turned my head to wear she looked at last and saw the word "SOON" on the wall, and written in blood. I scream again as I saw the image of the girl in front of me. I then ran towards the door and opened it, I turn the doorknob frantically and finally escaped the room. I then ran towards the nearest chair and tried to calm myself down.

"Miss, are you OK?" Someone asked me.

"Yeah yeah." I replied.

Suddenly my phone rang and it revealed to be Frank, I quickly answer the phone and placed the phone on my ear.

"Hello?" He asks.

"Yeah Frank?" I reply.

"Where are you? We've been looking everywhere for you! We need to gather together to pray for Dexter's soul."

"I'm in the old people's home, I'll be there soon." I assured him.

"What a exactly are you doing in there?" He asks suspiciously.

"Um, I met an old man earlier and decided to help him get home." I replied to his question. "Now does that answer it?" I asked him.

"Yeah just hurry up okay? I'll see you later."

"Alright fine i'll be there in 5 minutes."

I then stand up from my chair and proceeded to go outside. The cool breeze kinda scared me though but I didn't mind it at all. I then walk towards Dexter's house, as soon as I started walking I then thought to myself about what the things the old man told me earlier and what does he mean by this chosen one?