Eyes (Completed)

Whispers

Author POV-

Blythe cursed aloud at the clamor before glancing up to see a shadowy figure hovering over her. A youthful yet malignant whisper sounded over the light grating against the wood and brick foundation of the grand mansion. "It won't be long till you're ours...", the voice snarled just as the shadow flew through the solid body in front of it, causing a harsh chill ran down Blythe's spine. She gasped at the contact just as the same voice rang out but more vulnerable and weak, "Hurry, p-please! S-Save us...".

In the mind of Blythe, the voice provoked a memory she hadn't even realized she had. She knew the voice but not the person, it was the voice of Loaraline.

Blythe had heard a few stories of her grandmother's 'Aunt' Loaraline, the woman who was best friends with the Bourgeois Twins and her great grandmother, Estelle. She remembered how Hazel would ramble about the stories of adventure between the quad. Even as a child she was able to envision the memories Hazel had shared with her. Then she was hit with more visions.

Her mind managed to conjure up images of a woman with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as wild as a lion's mane. Her voice was velvety and carried an alluring rasp as she spoke to the other two identical figures. She thought the vision was going to be like the others until they looked right into her eyes. "Blythe, you can save us. Just kill the culprit... Kill the demon of Kenneth...".

The scratching brought her back from the divination, leaving the whispers of Loaraline and the Twins racking against her brain. The growing pain in her cranium caused her to grip her head in agony, her mind still trying to process the vision. When it became too much, she collapsed onto the floor, groaning in agony while clutching her head.

She laid there for a few moments, gathering her chaotic thoughts, desperately trying to zone out the scratching so she could focus. So far she's managed to put two and two together and figured out a few lies but she's not sure how the other pieces fit. How the twins died and who or what was holding them here as well as the the other spirit that dwelled there as well. She stood confused until an inkling that she was being watched kicked in.

For the umpteenth time, she was hit with another vision and the solemn faces of the Bourgeois Twins filled her vision as they hesitated to walk into an eerie domicile. "Larry? I no know if we should do this. I'm scared.", Laurent cuddled up to his brother under the empyrean radiance of the night sky, causing his other half to wrap his long arm around his mirror. "Me too, Lau, but what choice do we have?", Larry's arm retracted after a few moments and trailed down the limb of his elder copy to his hand, pulling him towards the building.

They went in but before Blythe could follow, a cackling that resembled a malicious witch sounded as an ominous black smog left the barely lit brick structure. Just then, two ghastly and arduous howls sounded out into the air and a pair of obscure ghostly figures with two luminous red eyes per silhouette. "Help us, Blythe...

Save us..."

Blythe's breath was knocked back into her, sending her into a fit of hyperventilation. Once her breath was caught, her brain racked attempting to process what she just witnessed. "Larry and Laurent? I don't know what to do, tell me how to help you!", she shouted and just then, a gust of air hit her. She clawed at her neck, drawing blood as her sharp black nails scraped her flesh. She collapsed onto the floor with fading visionand she blacked out, her body at the mercy of her possessor...