Chapter 36 - Thirty-Three (Seattle Arc #3)
LEO
The situation is catastrophic. I basically woke up from a nightmare just to fall into another one. And this one is way more bone chilling than the other one. Even if my nightmare feels real, I at least know that when I wake up they will all go away but now I don’t think the entity standing outside my window has any intention to go away.
I can feel it staring dead into my eyes even if I can’t see it properly in the dark. And believe me, I have no desire to see properly, knowing that my heart will not be able to take whatever it looks like. In my entire life there were very few times when I felt as helpless as I am feeling right now, laying paralyzed by fear in my bed. I am so scared that I can’t even get a single sound out of my mouth. They are getting lost somewhere in there. My thoughts are all scrambled.
I don’t know if the black silhouette outside my window will make a move or not but if he does, then I am pretty sure I am gonna lose it.
Wait, what’s the time?
My inner voice rings inside my head and I look for the wall clock out of the corner of my eyes, without moving a centimeter. It’s 4:57. The sun should be rising soon. But I don’t know if I can hold on until then.
Just as I return my pupils back to the place where the shadow is standing, my heart jumps. There is no one on the balcony. The sky is whitening and the balcony is empty. There is no sign of someone or something standing there. I gather up all my courage and sit up. I sweep my eyes over my dimly lit room but they come back to me without finding anything funny.
I gulp. As much as I hate watching those creepy ass movie, I fucking loathe to be casted in one. And let alone if those are real. I scramble to light up the lamp beside my bed. Sweat dripping down my forehead. I am at a loss as to what to do. Should I call someone? No, they would probably load me thousands of questions. So, no.
I roll out of the bed and stagger toward the bathroom. I bend over the toilet and puke my guts out. I feel so suffocating and nauseating that my insides are turning upside down. Nothing pisses me off more than being physically sick and helpless.
After I am done with my throwing ups, I get dressed and set out for a morning walk. There is no point in staying inside a room that is filled with ghosts. I don’t want myself to have a heart attack while locked up in here. A terrible way to die.