Vlad's pov
I woke up with a splitting headache. It felt as if somebody had crushed my skull into two halves. Just the way you strike a tender thing as an apple with a sharp and a heavy butcher knife.
I remember the screams and the splattering blood. I looked down at myself only to find myself partially drenched in blood. There were patches of wet blood and dried blood around them, which had turned crisp with due course of time, leaving the inner parts to dry.
I got up from the corner of the room I had last collapsed in. I stumbled out from the room like a useless drunkard who had had too much and was hung over.
Deborah Johnson...and all the people I killed... The headache returned again like a boomerang and whatever I learnt sometime earlier was really taking a huge toll on me and my mind.
I took a long, relaxing shower and slipped into something comfortable. I was happy that I didn't confront anyone while on my way to my room. I was about to go into my room to take a nap when it occured to me again to visit the room of dreams. More of an urge...my mind was forcing me to visit the room, more of compelled me, just like a kid dragging his mother to an ice cream truck on a hot summer day.
There was an unusual darker vibe to that room when I got in. I could feel a presence there. A chill went up my spine of the aura that emanated from the room. And that's when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a cold breath fanning my ear for a moment.
I gasped and turned to the direction of the touch. To my astonishment, I could not find anyone there.
I felt somebody running in their utmost speed behind my back, forcing me to turn again and look at the place I thought the movement to have taken place. I was surprised to see that the plain old crystal ball used for divination had been reactivated again. There was a fragrant smoke flowing out from the base of the ball and filling the entire room with it's spooky vibe.
The crystal ball emitted a dark glow from it. Curiosity got the best of me and I felt this urge to touch it.
I was about to touch that ball when I heard a loud, irritating feminine cackling laughter behind me.
Scared and shocked at the same time, I turned around to see a young but ghostly woman, all clad in black, floating in the air laughing maniacally. Her eyes were all black, not even leaving any space for the existence of pupils. She had a porcelain skin which were cracked at several places. She seemed like a fine doll which had been cracked and broken at several places. Instead, with a lot darker energy breathed into her as her life form. But I didn't get that very negative vibes from her. She seemed more...helpful. She vanished all of a sudden right in front of my eyes.
" The ghost of past speaks to you. Seems like you need to know some history before making assumptions in your mind, sweetheart", she whispered in a husky voice, her voice fading away into the void of my mind, her breath fanning the back of my neck. The next moment I know, I felt myself letting lose and leaving my consciousness behind...
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