Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 106: New Start

Authors Note: Hi everyone, I apologize for the long delay again, and I also apologize that this update is only one chapter.

Between my grandfather having the heart attack, his recovery (which continues to go well), my mom having walking pneumonia, and then my dad had to be taken to the hospital on Friday because he was having "10/10 pain" in his side/back (the doctor he saw is pretty sure it was a kidney stone, but not 100% sure if it's even passed yet), needless to say, life has been stressful!

Anyway, I'll leave my other remarks until the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 106: New Start

The next day...

Cheryl's Point of View

I checked my hair in the mirror on the wall near the front door one last time.

Even though it was a Sunday, I was heading into my office at the Interior Design studio where I worked. I wanted to try to catch up on some things I had let sit around for too long. Once I was satisfied with my hair, I walked over to the bottom of the stairs.

"Ali! I'm leaving now! Are you sure you're okay?" I called up the stairs.

"Yep!" Alicia called back.

I sighed quietly to myself.

Once we had gotten back to the house the night before – and once she had calmed down enough to talk – I had managed to get all the details out of her about what she had seen and heard in Zak's dungeon. I had to admit, just her description of what she experienced had frightened me, so I could completely understand why she had reacted the way she did.

I did my best to reassure her that the spirit – or whatever it was that had attacked her – was just playing with her insecurities, and that nothing it had said or had shown her was how Zak actually felt. I obviously wasn't experienced in the Paranormal world like the others, but I had learned enough by now to know that evil entities played on your worst fears, doubts, and insecurities.

After Alicia and I had talked, she went to bed. She didn't call or even text Zak, and I knew it was most likely because she was still doubting herself after everything that had happened. So, once I was positive she was in bed for the night, I called Zak myself and passed on everything Alicia had told me. I wasn't entirely sure how she would feel about me giving this information to Zak, but I felt that he should know. He had been quiet, and when he did talk, his voice was soft, with a touch of sadness to it. I tried to convince him to call Alicia, but he didn't want to push her.

When I woke up this morning, Alicia was already up, sitting on the window seat in her room. She was colouring in one of her adult colouring books – and no, not that kind of adult! It was a new trend – colouring books for adults – basically extremely detailed designs of mosaics, animals, landscapes, you name it. A lot of people have started using them for therapy, or as a way to combat stress, as they find it relaxing. Personally, I don't see how Alicia could find it relaxing, as some of the designs are so detailed, it can take her up to a week or more to finish one page! But I knew she was into all that stuff, and it seemed to be helping her for the moment.

I had been happy to see she had at least gotten herself some breakfast, as there was an empty bowl and a half of glass of juice on a table near the window seat. I had asked her how she was and if she had been in touch with Zak, but she merely gave me one word answers – "fine" and "no". Not wanting to push her myself, I told her I was heading into work, and then had left her alone to get some breakfast and then proceeded to get ready.

Now, Alicia was still sitting in her room, lost in her book. She had taken a break to take her dishes downstairs and then washed up and gotten dressed, and then went right back at it. I figured as long as she seemed calm, she was okay, although I had wanted to tell her to call Zak.