Venator : Devil's Moon

XXIV INTO THE VOID I GO

ashutoshmoru

Dedicated to my dear friend, Ashu who helped me a lot when I was feeling diffident about my work. Thanks for coming in my life!!

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"Easy. Count to 10. One Mississippy. Two Missi-" I heard Pamela saying like those therapists speak. I was conscious but somehow, I couldn't move. I realised I was sort of in a trance. 'One Mississippi.."I began not wondering why, not caring what's going on. Simply stating, I'd lost the ability to think and move.

Again, I heard the low, gentle voice hum into my ear. This time, however, I couldn't make sense of the words. It sounded like those weird languages scribbled on ancient scriptures. As soon as the certainly-not-English words fell on my ears, a kind of dizziness started building in me again. Then suddenly, I became conscious of my body. But my eyes were still closed. All I could see was the dark stretching around me in all directions. Judging from the wet slippery feeling around my forehead, Pamela must've been rubbing another deadly liquid. And then I remembered of Silmethella. Was I dead? Was this place some sort of bridge to hell?

I forced open my eyes. But what fell before my eyes was the same thing I'd been seeing or not seeing before. I was still trapped in a never ending ocean of darkness. But this time, I could spot my arms and legs. My body was glowing pale white, as if I was a....No way! I can't be a ghost.

I willed myself to move forward and was glad I wasn't gliding over the imaginary surface I stood on. I was walking perfectly well.

"Laura."

"Laura."

"Can you hear me."

I heard the words reverberating around me. By the silky gentle voice, it must be Pamela. But where was I? What was this place? And why was Pamela's voice ringing everywhere, as if she were omnipresent?

"Yes." I weakly replied and was glad I could hear myself. I could at least shout when I'm scared. Yeah, believe me, from what I'd experienced till now, shouting and screaming actually sometimes does help. First thing, it lets your emotion out and adrenaline bursts into action. And the rare possibility is that such screams might actually confuse certain paranormal creatures. Like once when we're being chased by a one-man army Wendigo, my scream helped to confuse the monster-guy and then Sebastian could set it on fire. So, technically, my scream saved us.

"Phew." I heard her sigh. Actually, there were a million sighs around me which made me rotate my head through 360 degrees in much less than a second. An owl was now no competition to me.

"Laura, you are within your mind. Now do as I say." Pamela took a commanding tone.

"We don't have much time. Once Silmethella fades away, you'll unfortunately spring back to life. Or might get trapped in here if you're not careful. So listen carefully." She warned again.

I ignored my confusion and especially the word 'unfortunately' and nodded.

"What can you see?" The voice echoed.

"Um...nothing. It's all dark here." I replied wondering if my mind had always been this dark.

"Ok. Good. Now imagine a door." She said.

"Wait, wh-" I started but was immediately interrupted.

"Do as I say." Her gravity was clear in her voice.

Fine. I sighed and imagined a door, wondering what it'd do.

I waited. Nothing happened. Even Pamela didn't utter a word.