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Haunted house pt.3

Hey. I know it's been a while since my last update, but I had some issues with writers block and shool ^^'
I felt like nothing I wrote turned out good and I even rewrote this chapter multiple times.
Anyways

{TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of blood, severe injuries, slight panicattacks and mentions of character death}

If you are sensitive to any of these topics please read with caution!

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Doc has been gone for almost three weeks now and I am really worried. What if he decided to never come back ,or worse, what if he got hurt or what if he died!?

I quickly shook my head. Doc is strong! It would take a hell of a lot for something to kill him.

Anyways. Today I decided that waitig for him in the mansion wouldn't get me Anywhere, so I spent the last few days collecting maps from around the house. I memorized many different places, where I think Doc could have gone to,  and how to get to them.

Letting all of that information run through my head again I sighed and reached for the doorknob of the front door. The door opened with a small creaking noise and I squinted my eyes shut as the bright daylight shone in my face.

I tried to step outside, but noticed that I couldn't.
I looked down at my arms an legs and noticed many half invisible, purple chains all over my body. They where attached to the floor and it was almost like the house didn't want me to leave.

But that couldn't stop me. I had to find Doc and bring him back home! I started pulling at the chains and heard one of them break.  My head started to hurt slightly and a wierd thought crossed my mind.

What if I won't be able to come back?

I shook my head again and started pulling on the chains even more. Doc was more important to me than anything else!

My headache grew worse and worse with every chain that broke and at some point it seemed almost unbearable, but I kept pullig.

Eventually the last chain broke and I fell forward. Lying on the ground my surroundings seemed to spin and my vision slowly went dark.

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I opened my eyes again and found myself in a black void. Images of me with big purple wings, a wierd mask and a halo flashed by and somehow I knew exactly what I represented. I was a watcher. But what even was a watcher?

More and more images flew by. Images of me getting badly injured and fleing from the other watchers.

Images of me hiding in the woods far away, meeting a group of people who took me in and becoming friends with them. And pictures of me slowly falling in love and dating a guy that looked very similar to Doc.

At first I was confused because I didn't remember doing anything like that before, but then it clicked. The images I was seeing were probably the memories of my past live. They probably got sealed away in the mansion after my death, but why?

I focused on the pictures again and noticed the scene shifting. The light and happy atmosphere changed and I got sucked into the gruesome scene.

The forest was burning. A purple and black flame that destroyed anithing that got to close to it. The sound of swords clashing together and screaming mixed with the smell of blood, burnt flesh/wood and smoke.

I felt sick. This was all my fault! I never should have pulled all of my friends into this. Hell, I shouldn't even have made friends!

I buried my face in my palms and fell to my knees, crying.