Sinner

Part 5 Getting used

Rolling my eyes at him, I give a loud snort, "Hah, I knew you are going to say that! Are you daft? Me, turning into a werewolf? Keeping me chained for my own good? Mister, if you're into S&M, you've picked the wrong girl! You are definitely out of your mind!"

Carrying on my tirade, "When did I say I'll be staying here? I'm getting out of here the moment I'm healed. If you try to unlawfully detain me, my friends will be calling the police once they find out I'm missing". Casting my eyes around the room, I ask, "Where's this place anyway? Release me from these chains now".

His face wiped clear of any expression, I see him stiffen and hold himself rigidly before answering me, "You have no choice in this matter. I can't have you going on the rampage while more Berserkers are popping out of the woodwork. As to your last question, this house is so far away from civilization that no one would hear you even if you scream. So don't even think about escaping".

Without waiting for my response, he stuffs the spoonful of cooled food into my gaping mouth, which has gone slack-jawed at his high-handed manner. Involuntarily, I swallow the food. Just when I am about to let loose another wave of complaints, something weird catches my attention. As my eyes focus on it, my eyes rounded in dread. Cringing in terror, I shriek in fright as a translucent figure hovering behind him floats through Keenan and leans towards me.

His arms going around my shoulders, Keenan pats my head gently, "Don't be scared. It's fine. It's fine". Waving his hand at the floating figure leaning close to my face, he blithely introduces, "This here's one of our resident ghosts, Martha. Martha, meet our new resident". He pauses before asking me, "Gorgeous, I believe I've yet to get your name. How do I address you?"

Taking a moment to get my heart beating properly again, I stammer nervously, "K...Ke...Kelly, you may call me Kelly". Of all things, ghosts? First a poltergeist, now ghosts? What's this house, a horror mansion out of a movie? Will I start seeing goblins next?

I collect my thoughts and hesitate a bit before curiosity got the better of me. "Your house is exceptional," I smile tensely, "What other residents do you still have staying here?" Maybe imps? Gnomes? Oh god, please, please, not Jack the Ripper.

"Kelly," Keenan interrupts my thoughts, "Oh I forgot to tell you that this house is haunted? When things go bump in the night, you're better off not investigating it. You don't really want to find out what happened, really".

Instead of reassuring me, his cryptic remark is making cold sweat bead on my forehead.

Seeing a lack of reaction, he continues feeding me, while I eat absently. My brain is going into information overload. There's too much to absorb and some of the things I found out today is really out of this world. Fantasy stuff that boring old me shouldn't even know at all. How I wish I can stay boring.

After finishing my meal, Keenan dresses my wounds and quietly exits the room, leaving me to myself. Or seemingly to me alone since I can't detect if the invisible occupants of the house is still hanging around. And unfortunately still chained to the bedposts, no matter how much I protest and complain to Keenan at this treatment.

Light slowly recedes and night arrives.

A knocking on glass wakes me up from my slumber. I had apparently drifted off to sleep while contemplating my situation. Turning my head, I look at the closed glass window but I do not see anything. Twisting my neck to look another way, I see the mirror taking on a greenish glow. The knocking sound seems to be coming out from it.

Staring fixatedly at the mirror, I give a start when a palm begins to hit at the surface of the fog-filled mirror from the other side. As the palm continues to hit at the mirror, the mirror starts to move and jolts at each hit of the palm. Before long, cracks start to appear on the surface of the mirror and a bloody palm reaches out of the mirror. Beyond the mirror, I see a rotting face with empty sockets staring at me from the other side of the mirror. Pieces of flesh still clung to the skull and what remains of the lip curls into a sinister grin as more of the arm stretches out of the mirror. A putrefying stench fills the room. The smell of rotting flesh gets stronger as more of the rotting arm starts emerging out of the broken mirror.