Ghost

Chapter 25

HARRY'S POV

Sunlight poured through the cracks of the nailed wood on the large blackened window at the far end of the room; I was relieved. Last night seemed like it went by extremely slowly, so I was glad to be starting this new day already.

I looked down at Charley laying peacefully against my chest, her mouth slightly parted, her breathing coming out at a steady pace; I could barely hear her lightly snoring. She was still very much asleep, so I decided it was time for me to get up; even though I don't necessarily sleep in the first place.

I carefully placed Charley's head on the pillow that was on her side of the bed, making sure not to wake her. She moaned a little bit at my touch, but quickly rolled over, her back facing me, and began to snore lightly again.

I chuckled. She was just so adorable, even when she was asleep.

I got up out of the warm bed and walked over to the window. I took down the little boards of wood I had put over it to seal the room from any danger and silently placed them on the floor. Then, I stood back up and took a look outside.

I noticed light traces of dew draped across the entire forest, showing the signs of a crisp morning. The leaves on the trees were turning a wine red and the grass below looked like a soft blanket was laid over the cold dirt.

It was a beautiful sight, really.

I smiled to myself and walked away from the window, first making sure to place the pieces of wood carefully back on it again. I then walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, silently walking out into the hallway. Then I gently closed it back behind me and made my way over to the living room.

Everything looked the same as it did last night, which was a good sign. The windows were still boarded up like I had made them and there were still those two long pieces of metal sealed to the front door. This was all very pleasant to see first thing in the morning, because it meant that no one had come in, and no one had gone out.

I walked over to the kitchen and took another look around. The countertop was clean as a whistle, and I could still very subtly smell the lasagna I had made for my beautiful Charley and I last night.

I chuckled to myself once again. A night successfully spent in this small cabin without any attempted break ins from my father was most definitely a night well spent.

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CHARLEY'S POV

A dark room.

No windows.

No light.

Just darkness.

I could, however, just make out one small light bulb hanging loosely above me but I couldn't seem to get myself to get up and look for the switch to turn it on.

I sat in a chair, what felt like an old wooden one, in the middle of the dark room and faced what I could also make out was a large dark door. I was tied up with metal cords that dug into my skin and made little drops of blood drip out from all over my arms and legs. There was nothing covering my mouth, though.

I couldn't move.

I could barely breathe.

I could barely think.

I could barely see.

I didn't know where I was.

Or what I had come here for.

But I did know one thing.

This wasn't a dream I was having; it was a nightmare.

I shut my eyes closed when I suddenly heard the knob turn on the door in front of me; yet I saw the same blackness as if my eyes were open.