Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

19: He

The extensive gray shaded wall was the first thing in my outlook, I blinked a few times in confusion of my surroundings. I shot up to observe the eerie dark victorian room. I recalled the incidents that felt to be moments ago. Where was I? A dream? Was this the afterlife?

The furniture in the room carried a dim somber color, matching predominantly with the sheets. I peered down at my attire under the space grey quilt, wearing jet black joggers and a large black shirt. I wasn't wearing this earlier....was this a ghosts wear?

My head was throbbing as I stepped onto the cool marbled tiles, looking for an exit in this grand room. The large door almost blended with the wall in similar tones of color. I twisted the silver knob, a cold whiff of air lightly risen goosebumps along my skin. I rubbed the edges of my elbow to warm myself up, this was no ordinary house. It was a castle with medieval vibes. A glassy column separating the upper and lower floor around it's perimeter. The expanse living room on the first floor visible from my level and looking upwards to another floor of the house. A twirl of stairs, three floors in the building, statues here and there of lions and heads of scholars set on stands in display. A chill crawled the tip of my spine, the house was gorgeous and neat. But it portrayed a feeling of distress and angony.

Due to its largeness, it reminded me of my past residence with my family. If this were the afterlife, where were my parents?

I continued my stroll in the house, no soul or whisper present. An elongated hall in the midst of the floor, a door left unclosed caught my attention. Approaching the inviting room through the dull hallway, the door creaked further with my opening.

In that dark room there were shapes in monochrome, of course the daylight could bring brilliant fuchsia or deepest scarlet, but for now it could be a scene from a black and white movie. A bright light shined finely through the windows streaming the paintings of scribble and splatter. The walls filled of canvases, canvases of only black ink. Lines and curves of no definite shape. They seemed to be drawn by one person, the continuous similar style and technique utilized among all the artwork. My mind became puzzled, a message screamed from the colors. It was dark and mysterious to tell.

My fingers stiffened to the touch of the heavy acrylic paint.

"You shouldn't be in here." A notable deep tone tensed.

My organs almost twisted in fear, he was standing in an enraged manner by the door. His eyes brimming of fury, an uncomfortable cloudy aura accompanying him. He took steps forward, this wasn't afterlife nor possibly a dream.

It was reality.