Parapsychology (MPHFPC)

Chapter 9

Callie's POV

After gaining as much information about Horace as I possibly could without knowing him personally.

I decided it would probably work best if I was alone in a room so I could focus on making contact rather than the nervous energy radiating off my new friends.

I took the radio with me because I knew focusing that hard in complete silence would send shivers down my spine.

So, with a song playing faintly in the background I closed my eyes and tried to tap into Horace's thoughts.

Horace's POV

"Hello?" A voice echoed in my head.

"What?"

"Hey, don't freak out. My name is Callie. I'm here with your friends Emma, and Bronwyn."

"This must be the red headed girl from my dream."

"Right, you're the one with prophetic dreams. Listen, can you describe where you are to me? I'm going to try to find a way to get you to us."

I looked around, I'd made it out of the thick forest. I'd need walking through a small neighborhood. Ahead of me I could see the lights of what I assumed was a small City.

"I'm waking through a neighborhood outside of a small City. Does that mean anything?"

"Yes. So if I'm correct you're in Nova Scotia, Canada. I think everyone else is too. Emma, Bronwyn and I are outside of Amherst. Can you tell me any of the addresses of the houses. Or the street your on?"

I looked ahead, there was a street sign up ahead of me, I ran towards it.

"It says I'm on Cedar St."

"You're on the other side of Amherst. Stay right where you are, I'm going to come get you."

"Okay"

The temptation to keep moving was strong, even though I saw her in the dream with Emma, and Bronwyn I still didn't know her. She was a complete stranger.

Then there was the fact that the same prophetic dream told me that a hollow was coming after us. And it was getting dark, I wouldn't even be able to see the shadow.

After a while of deliberation, I decided just to keep on walking.

I turned a couple corners and came across a house this the door standing wide open. I couldn't hear anyone inside but it looked like it would have running water.

So I snuck in, peeing in the woods is the worst. I saw shadows moving in the dinning area so I walked down a hallway and pushed on slightly open doors until I found the bathroom. For good measure I locked the door behind me.

I probably spent about thirty minutes in there washing my face and arms.

When I figured I'd spent too much time in a stranger's home, I carefully opened the bathroom door I peeked into the hall. There was no one there so I walked into the hall and headed out the way I came. Thanks to my peculiar luck though, one of the people who actually lived there. A middle aged woman say me right as I was about to leave.

"Who are you?! Get out! Get out of my house!" She shouted. " Go before I call the police!"

She grabbed a broom and started hitting me with it chasing me out the front door and all the way down to the road. When a voice behind me said. "Oh I'm so sorry mam. We were playing hide'n'seek in the neighborhood. He must've needed the bathroom."

Both the woman and I looked behind me to see the curly red head behind me, on a bike.
The girl turned to me. "Horace, it's time to come home. And you best hope mom is feeling merciful when we get there. You know the rules about going into other people's houses!"

The girl, Callie, turned back to the woman. "Again, mam I am so sorry."

The woman got a softer look on her face. "Right, well. Just don't let it happen again."

"Of course not mam." Callie said. Then she elbowed me.

"Of course not mam." I echoed.

The women nodded in approval and turned around heading back into her house, shutting and locking the door behind her.

Callie as we started walking away from the house, turned to me, looking annoyed. "Why'd you move?!? I told you not to move! You're lucky I found you, before that lady murdered you for trespassing!"

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way."

"Sure, whatever. Just get on the back of the bike. Emma and Bronwyn are eager to see you."

At this point I didn't think doing anything but precisely what she said was a good idea. So I silently hopped onto the seat of the bike and held on for dear life as she stood up and peddled towards the city lights.

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AN: Okay, so I know movie Horace would never do anything of this sort. But in the books, when the peculiar children were in situations like this. They did things like that alll the time.

- Ash