Mnemophobia

Chapter 6

   It's been two days since I've been to that house. Yet, I always seem to go near it. I think as I look out into the seemingly endless forest from the tree I'm on. "It doesn't make sense. Why that place?" I mumble as I lay back on the branch. "Oh well, I better get some rest, don't want to pass out from exhaustion like last time."

"Scarlett. Wake up. I have something for you to do." I hear Slenderman's voice say to me in my head. "Ugh, why do you always have to come when I'm sleeping." Douche-bag. I think as I grit my teeth. "I can still hear all your thoughts, Scarlett." He stated as my head started to pound fiercely. "Damnit!" I grunt as I rub my temples. "Fine, what do you want me to do?" I growl as I jump off the tree limb. "I need you to watch a certain person." "Ugh, fine. Who are they?"
"They're a person that I've had my eye on for a while, but I need more information on them. Don't kill them, and don't get caught." He says then hands me a picture of them. "So I just have to stalk this person? Yay, another exciting job." I say sarcastically. "Well, you're not of use with anything else right now with your shoulder." He growls as a sharp pain goes through my shoulder. "ACK!" I shout as I fall down on my knees and grip my shoulder tightly. "Ok! Ok, I get it! I'm basically useless right now. You don't need to kill me." I growl, "I'll start gathering info tomorrow, k? Now can you leave me alone and let me re-bandage my shoulder since you made it bleed again?" I ask annoyedly then he disappears. Tck, he wasn't bad at first but now he's just a asshole. Damn bastard always loves to just open our wounds and make them worse. I guess I have to go back to the house and have someone mummify my shoulder again. I think to myself and walk down to the house.

After I'm done mummifying my shoulder I look for something to eat because my stomach is eating itself. Nothing. Damnit. I guess I'm gonna have to go to the city again. I thought as I walked out of the house.

   As I'm walking through the city I see the same house that I hid in two days ago! What is with the damn house and why can't I stop thinking about it?! "I guess I'll go look around in it. Might be some money in there anyways." I mumbled as I walk through the broken door. This place seems so familiar... I think as I listen to the broken glass crunch under my feet. As I walk around, the feeling that I know this place keeps getting stronger. But I was shocked when I walked into the last upstairs bedroom. There was blood splattered everywhere. There were footprints on the floor, handprints on the wall, and a giant spot of blood in one corner on the bed. What happened?! This wasn't from two days ago. That was the first bedroom! "Then, what happened?" I mumbled as I looked at the bloody writings scratched on the wall. They said things like 'his fault' 'all gone' 'die' 'pain'. "It looks like someone carved them in the wall with a knife or something." I said as I looked around at the words while trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that the room gave me. Then, a cold chill raced down my spine as a voice whispered, "It was all your fault..." "T-T-That voice..." I mumbled as I recalled the dream I had over a year ago. "T-That was the same voice..." I have to go back to the forest. I've had enough of this place. I think then walk out of the house and into the forest.

                        (Toby's POV)

I saw Scarlett walk into the house looking about as pale as Masky's mask. "H-Hey, Scarlett. Y-You o-ok?" I asked. "Just fine... I-I need to be alone right now..." She said and walked off. "H-Hey, Masky!" I said as I heard masky groan, "Yeah Toby?" "Can you c-come over h-here?" I asked then saw Masky walk in. "What's up?" "I-It's Scarlett. She's a-acting a l-little strange. L-Like she s-saw a ghost or s-something." Masky just shrugged, "Maybe she's having flashes." He said, "With how little she knows about herself it might make sense of why she's acting weird. Of course, I doubt the flashes are real. They never are." "Y-Yeah, m-maybe I s-should talk t-to her about i-it." I said then Masky nodded and walked off.

I walked to Scarlett's room to see her curled up in a ball on her bed. I walked in and sat on the bed next to her. "Y-You ok? I-It seems l-like s-somethings bothering you." I said. She just grunts in response. "W-Well, I won't f-force y-you t-to talk. B-But if y-you w-want to t-talk, I'll l-listen." I state. She just sits there for a second before saying, "Well, I guess I do wanna talk about one thing..." "W-What is i-it?" "N-Never mind, it's dumb, you wouldn't want to listen." She said as she buries her face in her arms. "N-No, I'll l-listen. I p-promise." She lifted her face out of her arms. "Ok. It's... It's just that I heard a voice when I was in the city. The same voice that I heard in a dream over a year ago. It just freaked me out and the place I was at didn't help." "H-Huh. W-Well, I-I hear v-voices e-every n-now and th-then." I said. "But that's normal for you. This never happens to me!" She says. "Well, I c-can't help you with th-that. I'm a k-killer not a therapist." I say then she laughs a bit, "You're p-probably just c-confused a-about your p-past and your h-head is making up weird th-things." I pat her shoulder, "Hang in th-there, it'll be f-fine." I say then stand up and go to walk off. But, I feel something tug my jacket. I look behind me to see Scarlett gripping my jacket. "C-Can you stay here for now? I don't want to be alone..."