The Three

Chapter 6

Kym sat at the dining room table, looking extremely tired and scared as the woman cleaned out Ben's cut. The bleeding had stopped, and a thin scab was begging to form, but every time the woman wiped it with a cloth, the seal broke. "Miss?" Kym had asked once the woman had finished bandaging up Ben's head. "Hmm?" She woman looked up. "Am I here? Can you see me?" The woman cocked an eyebrow. "Honey... Why-" Kym's eyes blazed. "Tell the truth. I can see it in your eyes, liar." That wasn't even an expression. Mixed with the concern and confusion on the woman's face, there was an element of untrustworthiness. The woman sighed and put down her rag. "I can't see you, child. I remember you, sure, but I can't see you. I really think this is an imagination." Kym almost gagged. "I'm right here!" She whispered in a shaky voice. "I know, I can feel your presence. But that's about it. People who did't know you would think I was talking to myself."

Kym collapsed back in her chair. She could hear the fluids in her ears sloshing around, and she was begging to get a headache. "I'm alive. I'm alive." She chanted. The area around her eyes started to feel damp, and she realized that she must have been crying. "How did you know me?" Kym suddenly asked the woman. "I didn't really know you. I was very good friends with your mother, though. I met you quite a few times." Kym leaned closer. "I think she might have mentioned you, actually. What did you do for a living?" The woman looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to remember. "I was a horror movie script writer and an author. Of horror stories. I was actually kind of famous in my hometown. I did a lot of writing from my imagination." Kym lurched back. "Imagination?" The woman smiled. Suddenly, Kym put two and two together. 

Knowing that the woman was a horror author, and she wrote from imagination, and the fact that she was imagining Kym... Kym leapt up from her chair and ran to the nearest room. In a dark computer screen, she saw her reflection. 

Her hair was falling out. She had an elongated mouth, and a very stretched out, pale face. Her eyes were dark black pits, and bleeding faster than Ben's head. She tried to yell back to the woman, but all that came out was the same sound that Terror had made: The impossibly low, impossibly loud, scream.