The Unexpected

Chapter 5- Jason

"Hello...hello..." A mystical voice said. "Hello....hello..."

I groggily woke up and blinked slowly as if my eyelids were made of molasses.

I opened my eyes all the way and sat up as soon as I noticed that I wasn't in a car and there was a woman talking to me and not a man. That wouldn't usually be weird but I hadn't seen a woman since... since when. How long had it been since I had taken that walk on the 31st of October? How long had it been since I heard that rustle? Since I felt the calloused hand stop the air from filling my lungs? Did I miss Halloween? Did my parents miss me? Was I going to die?

Despite the situation, I thought, that escalated quickly. I accidentally let out a laugh. The woman sitting by my bedside jumped back in surprise.

"Sorry," I apologized.

She seemed really hesitant to answer. "It's okay," she said, almost as if she wasn't supposed to speak. The room was fairly large and white. No, it was to dark to be a white. It was off white, kind of a yellow. I was lying on a couch that looked like it should be in a therapist office way back when.

It was covered in a red velvet fabric that was a little itchy. Gold buttons formed patterns across the fabric. A flowing river of the blood of the one's that had been lost in this mystery that suddenly involved me, with the badges of their courage littering the battlefield. That was really dark, I thought to myself and almost laughed. I felt like I was on laughing gas. Maybe I was. I didn't remember anything since my driver had told me to go to sleep. I don't know why I slept. I wasn't tired at all. I wanted to put my feet on the wooden floor, but I couldn't. I tried but I gave up. It was probably a good thing that I didn't have time to fume long.

"Hello, ladies."

I almost fell out of bed when I heard the voice. It held the same depth of the Mariana Trench and sounded like it was from a very average man, not fat, not skinny, not tall, not short, very, very average. I couldn't tell you who it is or if I had ever met this man before but I had the strangest feeling when he walked in the door. The woman looked more scared than I felt but that may just be her face... I wanted to laugh aloud, but I remembered the look on her face when I laughed earlier, which almost made me laugh again. Instead, I just fell out of bed and the couch fell over with me. I think that I was attached by something. Oomph is not a pleasant sound. Neither was the laugh coming from the corner of the room.

"Who are you?" I asked the man standing in the doorway as I tried to sit up. He came over and set the couch right.

He came to the other side of the couch.

"My name's Jason. Welcome to Texas."