Chapter 11 : The Curse
I called up my mom to bring along someone who could have an answer to all my problems, my Aunt Ivy. Aunt Ivy has always claimed that she has this spiritual linkage with the other world. I have never believed any of the things she has told me or my mom but this time, I'm desperate. If anyone could help me she would be the only one.
My mom came with Aunt Ivy, Chris and his sister. I started my stories beginning from my time in prison, Chris began to doze off, Melisa was trying hard to try to comprehend with what I was facing and my mom and Aunt Ivy paid utmost attention to my speech.
'Dave, did anyone give you anything before the dreams started?'
The question Aunt Ivy posted to me created a spark in my mind, I did receive something before Bill's death but I didn't think that it has anything to do with what I'm facing.
'I got this ring from a warden before my friend died, he said it was a good luck charm passed on from inmate to inmate.'
Aunt Ivy looked at the ring and left the room. I never could understand her eccentricity but at least she was bringing me one step forward to getting answers.
'I sense a damned spirit trying desperately to get out and he is using you Dave. You are his stepping stone to gain freedom into our world. The dreams he has conveyed to you are already a sign which tells us that he is going to possess your soul and use it as a channel to come into contact with the human world.'
I was speechless, a part of me felt that this was all so ridiculous and unreal but another part of me feels that it is better to believe it than to put it into disregard.
'Why me? What is he going to do to me?'
'I have no idea but you have to find the source where it all begins. Bring me to see the person who gave you this ring. We don't have much time. Something has to be done before he takes over you.'
My mom was weeping at the side with Melisa trying to comfort her. She was worried about what would happen to me. So was I, I couldn't imagine what could happen. Just when I thought everything was getting better, things were just getting worse. I couldn't see light in my life anymore...
Chapter 10 : Death
I felt someone sitting by my bed, the lights were switched off and I couldn't see clearly. I reached for my side lamp and saw the little boy, Allan. He was coughing with so much force my bed was shaking.
'Hey, Allan right? Are you ok?'
He didn't turn to face me, instead he waved his hand in the air and continued coughing. It wasn't a regular cough, he was practically choking. I felt the sudden urgency to get a doctor into the room but despite trying to get a nurse in, no one came.
'Hee... Hahaha...'
A sudden snigger was emitted from the child's mouth. I was stumped, I had no idea what was going on. I felt a cold chill going up my spine as he turned to face me. His eyes were bloodshot and he was bleeding from his nose. He grinned at me and reached his hands out to my face.
I was in so much fear I had no control over my body. I wanted to get out of the room but despite my relentless attempts to move I was nailed down to the bed. I was practically tearing by the smell of rotten meat as his hands got closer to me. I closed my eyes and started chanting some prayers in hope that I would be saved.
'Join me won't you... I will see you soon...'
Cold sweat dripped down my face as I opened my eyes. I had tears on my face, it felt so real, it didn't seem like a dream at all. When I look across the room, I saw a white sheet over Allan's face. A couple of male nurses were carrying him onto another bed.
'Sorry, but what happened to him?'
'Poor kid choked when he was sleeping last night. When we got to him his eyes were bloodshot and he was bleeding profusely from his nose. We were too late...'
A tear of remorse trickled down my cheek, I was sorry for the kid, he was still so young, why was he taken away from this world?
It suddenly struck me that his death was exactly the same that I pictured in my dream. Fear began to take control of me once again, it didn't feel like a coincidence. Something is really wrong, these nightmares seem to appear whenever someone around me dies. What does it mean?
I need answers, fast...
'Hey, Allan right? Are you ok?'
He didn't turn to face me, instead he waved his hand in the air and continued coughing. It wasn't a regular cough, he was practically choking. I felt the sudden urgency to get a doctor into the room but despite trying to get a nurse in, no one came.
'Hee... Hahaha...'
A sudden snigger was emitted from the child's mouth. I was stumped, I had no idea what was going on. I felt a cold chill going up my spine as he turned to face me. His eyes were bloodshot and he was bleeding from his nose. He grinned at me and reached his hands out to my face.
I was in so much fear I had no control over my body. I wanted to get out of the room but despite my relentless attempts to move I was nailed down to the bed. I was practically tearing by the smell of rotten meat as his hands got closer to me. I closed my eyes and started chanting some prayers in hope that I would be saved.
'Join me won't you... I will see you soon...'
Cold sweat dripped down my face as I opened my eyes. I had tears on my face, it felt so real, it didn't seem like a dream at all. When I look across the room, I saw a white sheet over Allan's face. A couple of male nurses were carrying him onto another bed.
'Sorry, but what happened to him?'
'Poor kid choked when he was sleeping last night. When we got to him his eyes were bloodshot and he was bleeding profusely from his nose. We were too late...'
A tear of remorse trickled down my cheek, I was sorry for the kid, he was still so young, why was he taken away from this world?
It suddenly struck me that his death was exactly the same that I pictured in my dream. Fear began to take control of me once again, it didn't feel like a coincidence. Something is really wrong, these nightmares seem to appear whenever someone around me dies. What does it mean?
I need answers, fast...
Chapter 9 : The Hospital
I woke up groggily to the beeps and rhythms of machines and the soft neons of the electric screens. I could hardly remember what happened last night, all I could recall was a bright light and then losing consciousness. I sat up on the bed and noticed a small child on a bed opposite me. He sat bolt upright hugging a toy robot tightly in his arms, on it was carved the word Allan.
Noticing my disability to walk, I urged him to come over to my bed. He reacted with so much fear and discomfort, it was pitiful just looking at him. His bony hand raised up and pointed to the table beside me, I could tell that he was unable to unleash much strength as his fingers shook uncontrollably. I reached out for the card on top of a fruit basket that was sitted on the table.
Dear Mr Dave,
I apologise gravely for knocking you over. I was just cruising by and did not notice you stepping onto the road. I hope you are feeling much better, I have contacted your family and friends. I believe they will drop by to visit you soon. The bill is on my tab so don't worry about it. I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble. Please forgive me.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
I was intrigued on why no name or contact was written on the card. Perhaps he or she was feeling really guily about the accident. I wasn't blaming anyone, I was just too drunk to be aware of the surroundings. Well, at least I wasn't badly injured, I'm just going to take this in my stride and move on with my life.
I thanked the boy whom I presume is by the name of Allan with a wide smile. He reacted with tenderness, and continued staring at me as I laid back down on the bed.
Lady luck hasn't been by my side, perhaps she has forgotten all about my existence, thus, I'm not going to depend on her, I will overcome all obstacles and grow stronger. Perhaps I should grab more rest, my body was sore and aching all over. Tomorrow will be a better day...
Noticing my disability to walk, I urged him to come over to my bed. He reacted with so much fear and discomfort, it was pitiful just looking at him. His bony hand raised up and pointed to the table beside me, I could tell that he was unable to unleash much strength as his fingers shook uncontrollably. I reached out for the card on top of a fruit basket that was sitted on the table.
Dear Mr Dave,
I apologise gravely for knocking you over. I was just cruising by and did not notice you stepping onto the road. I hope you are feeling much better, I have contacted your family and friends. I believe they will drop by to visit you soon. The bill is on my tab so don't worry about it. I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble. Please forgive me.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
I was intrigued on why no name or contact was written on the card. Perhaps he or she was feeling really guily about the accident. I wasn't blaming anyone, I was just too drunk to be aware of the surroundings. Well, at least I wasn't badly injured, I'm just going to take this in my stride and move on with my life.
I thanked the boy whom I presume is by the name of Allan with a wide smile. He reacted with tenderness, and continued staring at me as I laid back down on the bed.
Lady luck hasn't been by my side, perhaps she has forgotten all about my existence, thus, I'm not going to depend on her, I will overcome all obstacles and grow stronger. Perhaps I should grab more rest, my body was sore and aching all over. Tomorrow will be a better day...