The Voice Of The Victim

chapter 4

" Am I in a dream," I feel myself say, dizzily.
"No" it says,
"Your in a nightmare, and I'm here to...end it"a flash of red fills the room, like it's painting over my eyesight. Gaining vision once more, I realise, I'm falling, weight and gravity is hauling me down what seems to be an infinite well, all leading to my death. As I'm falling, flashes of a somehow familiar face appears in front of me...
As sweat broke out from my pores, I found myself gasping for breath, in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, in every length of my eyesight I could only see trees and stars. How did I get here? Why was I here? Then out of nowhere, came a screech, making a scatter of crows form, a few metres in the distance. Intrigued, I tried to  wander around the area, but something grabbed me, stopped me in my tracks.
"Where are you going?" It said. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move l again, the screech sirened through my ears. Something had begun dripping down my ear, in an attempt too see what it was, I could only move my eyes. Blood, cold, scarlet blood was slowly  oozing from my ear. More crows...

I jerked up and immediately felt my left ear, nothing was there. Looking around, I was in my room, but, the atmosphere was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. What time was it? Where was everyone? How did I get here in the first place? Questions sprinted through my mind. Creeping around the antique house, it looked as if I was alone. But that's when I reached the sitting room, the TV blared with life and colour. But I could hear it say over and over: "come in.. friend, I want too see you. The rapping of the dead tree sounded like fingers tapping against the cold glass, it was as if I were in a trance..."come in...tap tap tap...I want too see you...tap tap tap... Come on Theseus... Tap tap tap..." It was getting louder and louder, the noise beating into my brain and chest...
All of a sudden it went silent once more, and I was lying in the middle of the room, the rapping had stopped, the chanting silenced, but the television still blared a picture of a child, her parents, and a grave... In a bold heading, read my name, after a few seconds, the girl walked over to the grave stone and dug, up to the coffin. All went black. The rapping started once more. A silhouette of someone stood in front of the television...