Fleur of the Changing Colors

Hand

For a few days now I've been getting this feeling. This strange feeling that I'm not alone in my bed. I know this might sound weird but I don't think that it's only me sleeping on my bed.
Everyday my hassles has been increasing more, and more. It's almost about time for me to graduate high school so it's to be expected, and thus, my sleep hours have keept shortening more and more. But when I do sleep, even if the whole world fell into chaos, I wouldn't wake up. In short, I sleep like a log. And that's mostly the cause I feel that all this can just be a dream and nothing more. But...

Everyday... or I should say that every night, when I'm way too deep into my slumber, I'd feel a hand pass through between me and the bed covers, as if trying to take my weight on itself and make me comfy while sleeping. I'd sometimes hear sounds as if someone just got out of the bed. Sometimes I'd hear sounds of someone drinking water and keeping down the glass on the side table with a light thud. Perhaps it's just my imagination? Or maybe it's my protective elder sista who's worried that I might be pushing myself too hard? But when i ask her 'bout it, she says that I might have just been dreaming or something. Plus, the way she answers me also looks way too real to be called as "acting innocent" or something. Being a mere girl of 17, I'm not brave enough to just charge siso and tell her to confess. Perhaps I'm really just dreaming so much that I'm mixing up reality with everything? Sometimes I'd just feel something crawling around my bed and nestling comfortably somewhere close to me after a while. A cat that got in or something? But I don't find any fur or anything of that sort the next morning.

What's just happening ?

I'm fed up now. Whatever or whoever it is, I don't like the fact that I'm being bothered. So I'm gonna stop this right here. Tonight I'm gonna do my best in staying up. I gotta find out what it is that bothers me so much. I know that it's gonna be really tough to stay up after being left so exhausted each day.. but I gotta stake my sleep for just tonight.

I was so excited to catch the culprit that I unconsciously started having hyperventilation. I made sure that everything I did was just normal as ever and didn't seem suspicious at all. I was almost way too sure that it'd be none but my stupid, worrywort of a sis, that my heart almost stopped... lemme correct that... it completely stopped beating when I found out the truth behind the culprit.

Laying down comfortably on my ever so inviting and plush bed, I closed my eyes with mischief in my stomach and an unnoticeable smirk on my face. I tried my best to stay awake until the culprit came again, and probably stole away any ounce of sleep that would have ever found its way into my eyes.

I felt it, the fingers that gently ran across my hair, face, and lips. Those were the hands of someone strong and muscular. I could feel the rough strength that the hand emitted. The hands of a man. It was strange cause in this little house that we had rented for temporary stay, there were no men. It was only me and my sister.
The hands kept trying to comfort and sooth me. But I didn't feel the weight of any person on my bed. I could feel nothing but that restless hand. I so wanted to open my eyes right now. But...
I thought about calling an exorcist or a priest in the next day. But decided against it. I really don't like the occult and all... ''hate" would be a word too strong though. I really wanted to get rid of any restless soul that might be around me. But this...

I'm really scared of the hand. But I've grown feelings for it at the same time. I really can't imagine in the slightest that what the owner of these affectionate hands would have gone through while he was still alive. My heart aches to think that I'd have to call in a priest and send the soul off for its long journey. But I'll have to do this, despite whatever I might feel. And do it not for me, but for the happiness of the long dead restless man who's heart was filled with warmth and love.
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Today the exorcist and the priest were called in. The ritual was disturbed quite a few times. But nevertheless, we got over with it peacefully.
"The hand that caresses me every night and makes me get sweet dreams.., you deserve the chance to live again and live happily. I'll miss you" as I silently prayed, tears started streaming down my cheeks like little rivers flowing down a hill.

The third chapter... hope you liked it please don't forget to point out any mistakes that I might have made or suggest how to improve this piece since that'll help me a lot. Please vote if you like it.