Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

twenty four

“Because to us that's extremely fucking weird. Almost like that chick uncle Mo brought home. I don't know, Adrianne.” She continues.

“Did John ever get her name?” I inquired.

“As far as i could remember, it was Beatrice.” She answers, eyes narrowed as she questioned herself.

Beatrice.

My eyebrows furrowed upon the mention of the name. I know I’ve heard that somewhere before, Although I couldn't pinpoint when or where. Either way, just hearing it brought goosebumps on my skin, like someone was whispering it to my ear even though Georgie’s steps were faster than mine.

I shake it off, making attempts to get over the matter by distracting myself. Everyone was walking in front of me, leaving me behind while we strolled further away from school. The streets nearby were unusually empty, perhaps because of the storm; the store-windows boarded up with plywoods and chains. Minimal cars passed by every now and then on the grey roads to amuse me, but it wasn’t enough to drag me away from the thought of Mo’s wife and the lingering turmoil to what made him kill himself other than utter insanity. I do know it's weird even just associating myself with Bill, like how it’s weird that Mortimer was just suddenly married out of nowhere with a woman from a cursed hospital; but I digress. Those are two completely different cases. We don't know anything about Beatrice. The only people who ever really knew her at her core are Mortimer and John.

Or perhaps I’m thinking so much into this and coincidence finds it ways. Just like it's a coincidence Arthur just happened to be brooding in front of the hospital that night and offered to help me even though just weeks ago he was dreading the sight of me. Who am I kidding? I'm not an idiot, as much as everyone else thinks I am. Coincidence couldn't possibly do all of these just now. For all I know, everyone who ever ventured the hospital experienced the same gradual decrease of sanity. Mortimer Michaels is a great example, and then Pamela Mitchell. Am I going to end up like them? Another proof of the urban legend which kills anyone who ever enters Hillside Cross Station? Is that what happened to Sarah too? Did she have enough? Did she see what I saw?

How come Georgie and the rest of the pack isn't experiencing the same amount of torture I am when they've gone inside before? How come they didn't see what I saw? How come Ericka isn't slowly losing her sanity like me when they went unauthorized inside the hospital?

I stopped from walking, the odd weight of someone’s eyes on my back overwhelming my senses. The streets were too quiet, I could hear each crunch of ice underneath the sole of my boots. I thought it was the bees at first, but then there it was, the hair standing on the back of my neck; A faint feminine laugh behind me.

My head snaps back in reflex, my eyes greeted by the line of bald trees leading back to our school. There wasn’t anyone there, just the bright yellow and orange leaves buried underneath black and white ice. I resume walking, quickening my pace as my friends begin to stroll out of my reach, the feeling of being watched remaining inside me. My heart pounded inside my chest as I looked back again; a black figure now standing next to a bark, pitch black eyes peering at my direction as a grin displayed the black tar between her teeth. The bees screamed into my ears the longer I looked into the abyss of her eyes, the same eyes I stared into the night I made the mistake of complying to Ericka’s terms.

Beatrice.

“Th-The demons a-and B-Beatrice, they-they're not going to let me out.” Sarah's scratchy voice played back in my head, reminding me of the nightmare I couldn't seem to get my thoughts off from. It was the same name, and it gave off the same shivers on my back everytime I would simply hear it; like it was some kind of curse. Does that have anything to do with everything that has been happening? Did the same legend who killed Mortimer have anything to do with Pamela’s suicide too? Is she the girl I’ve been seeing, and if so what does she want from me? What did she want from Mo and Pamela so much to give them death? It seemed to far fetched even for me, but I didn't know what to believe anymore and I was desperate for answers. What does Bill have to do with any of this? Questions bombarded my head the longer I gazed into the distance, the same pang of pain in my skull rising back with great prominence.