The Hauntings

Chapter 3

Elizabeth's thoughts tumble into each other, as she stands in the middle of the white-washed room. Comparatively he just lays serenely flat on the bed, with his eyes closed.

She's not dead yet.

So does that mean he's going to kill her? Is that what he's going to do? He's just getting ready to kill her, stretching it out so he can savour it more. Is she going to die? Why couldn't he do it straight away, so they could skip over the part of her thinking she is insane? Not that she totally believes him or anything. She'll just go with it.  Since she's not ready to die. 

There's no one here to hear Elizabeth's cries. If they do happen to, they will just think it's just another crazy person screaming. Then the next morning they would find her bloody body laying, mangled on the plastic, lino floor. The graphic image flashes through her head.

I can't die, not like this. All alone with this creature here, with whatever weapon he hides in his black leather jacket. A gun, a knife, claws... 

Elizabeth's breathing hitches and her palms become sweaty. She is going to die and become some mythical creature in the afterlife. 

Come on Liz wake up from this nightmare. WAKE UP!! Why am I not waking up? No, come on.  

"OK calm down, now. I can hear your heart from here. I'm not going to kill you." He says reasonably with his eyes still closed and his head pillowed by his arms. 

That's what they all say, before they go in for the kill. 

His words bounce off Elizabeth. Her heart continues to pound and her panicking thoughts still thunder down on her.

She needs to get out of here. If she is surrounded by people he won't kill her and she's not waking up, so that's her best bet. Whether he is imaginary or real, she doesn't want to be taking any risks. She doesn't want to die a preventable death, she needs to be precautious. 

Elizabeth steps further away from him. Step. Slowly.

The subtler her movements she has, the less likely he will notice what she is really doing. 

Aww screw it.

She turns around and sprints to the door, all of her muscles kicking into action. She rattles the door handle with her shaky hands. Elizabeth lets out a cry in vain, in her panic to escape.

Open door. Come on. Bloody Hell!

A bang collides with the metal door. 

She freezes in response. It quivers through her shaky hands, which are squeezing the door handle. It's almost like her heart is echoing the bang.

She jutters her eyes up towards the source of the sound that almost broke the door down, which quite frankly would have destroyed her case of being mentally at peace and ready to leave this mental asylum.

BANG!

Another one. This makes Elizabeth full out jump.

"Yes?" she whispers, after a few moments when her emerald eyes land, on the tanned hand leaning against the silver metal door.

If she turns around he will be right behind her. It's better to talk to the hand than face him. It would put it into perspective, how close he is standing near her. 

"Where ya going Lizzie?" He chirps, a contrast from the loud, powerful clamping he just did on the door. 

This brings Elizabeth back to her reason of running away. Panic begins to consume her, again.