Chapter Three
Cursed.
I’d rather take the risk and know what’s going on with this place and its strangeness. I know it’s going to bug me forever if I don’t. After some time, I’m not sure how long maybe an hour, but I eventually reach then entrance. It’s chilling just to look at and yet it’s also strangely inviting. I get that sense again like it’s calling me as if it were sentient and has been waiting an immeasurably long time for someone to find it. I look down the stairs of the entrance it’s almost dizzying, but I can’t look away. I feel my stomach drop and I turn seeing that I’m halfway down the stairs.
I’ve been walking for a few hours and I’ve come no closer to the entrance. It’s like walking up an escalator that’s going down at the same pace I’m going up, but I never see anything change. I’m scared to turn around, but I have no choice. I take one step down the stairs and I’m at the entrance again one foot resting on the grass. I run faster then I thought I could and like expected I reached the tree line in seconds. More scared than I’ve ever been and it’s not until I’d been running for thirty minutes when I realize the suns still out. “It can’t be.” I suddenly feel the exhaustion hit me and my whole body explodes with pain. It’s all I can take the world spins and I pass out. I wake to the sound of a helicopter fly overhead it appears to be heading toward the crypt. It’s pitch black out and I can hear vehicles driving nearby. I stand every part of my body aching. Looking back towards the crypt seeing lights and barely hearing muffled voices. It’s intriguing, but I can’t go back there yet so I turn and walk home. Thank god, my flashlight works. I know there’s no reason it shouldn’t, but after what I saw I can’t be too sure of what’s happening anymore.
When I get home the lights are still on. Mom and dad must be up waiting for me I’m not sure how late it is, but I’d guess at least midnight. I don’t know how I could tell them about what I’ve seen, but I know I’m going to at least get yelled at for coming back so late. I prepare myself and open the door hearing someone in the living room. “It's William I’m back!” I hear someone moving towards me from the living room from the light steps I expect my mom, but that is not the sight that greets me. What walks into the hallway looks like my mother, but it’s as if someone inverted her color on a computer after pulling out her eyes. I scream and run for the back door, but she gets to me first. She grabs me and pushes me into the corner in a way that blocks any escape. She’s trying to speak. I can see her lips moving, but there is no sound. I can’t take this. I find myself in a fetal position on the verge of a breakdown. She grabs my arms like my mother would when she’d find me crying in the same position. She tries to get me to look at her, but when she registers the fear in my eyes I see her face contort into the appearance of deep concern. She appears to yell for someone, but I can’t hear it. She turns to me as if it’s trying to comfort me tears coming down her cheeks. No eyes, but her tear ducts must be intact. Another one comes down the stairs in the look of my father and I start to visibly shake a smile forming on my face. My eyes widen even further and I can’t close them. I don’t know how much more I can psychologically take.
He puts an arm up to her and appears to say something, but from his movements he seems to be telling her to stop something. His face seems calm, but there is worry on it. The female stands and backs away hands up in front of her as if she’s trying to say she wont hurt me, but she still blocks the door. He comes closer, but keeps his distance. He takes a moment placing his hands together in a praying motion index fingers touching his lips as my father would do when he’s thinking. I don’t understand why these things are mimicking my parent’s. He waves to get my attention and points at, taps his ear, and then points at himself. All while speaking slowly and deliberately. I still can’t hear it but I get an idea of what he’s saying. “Can you hear me?” I can’t bring myself to talk so I slowly shake my head no. He gives a slight nod and I see him sniffle though I still don’t hear it. He puts his hands up as if to question points at me, his eyes, and then our surroundings. He is still speaking very deliberately. Once again, I decipher what he’s saying. “What do you see?” I somehow find a voice, but it’s weak and I’m stuttering. “Colors inverted…no eyes.” He runs his hands over his face and through his hair while the female clasps her hands over her mouth both with tears coming down their cheeks. He uses hand signals again to communicate with me. “Wait one second…...I’m going to call some people who can help.” The female runs over grabbing his arm before he can make a call. I don’t know what they say as I bolt out the now unguarded back door. I take my bike from around the side of the house and ride off hearing heavy footfalls behind me.
I don’t know where I’m going. Everyone I see either through house windows or on late night strolls look like those things trying to impersonate my parents. I would try my friends house, but I can’t see them like that especially not Trish. After riding for some time, I begin to see more cars on the streets. There are usually no cars out at night its not that big of a town. Luckily, we have an abandoned building or two so I hide myself in an old church on the opposite side of town from my house. It’s only recently abandoned and has padded seats. Which is good because now I can cut them off the benches and construct a makeshift bed. It’s not that good, but it’s better than the floor. Before I try to sleep I decide to explore and see if I can find something useful. I barricade the doors as I look, but not bad enough where I can’t get out if I need to. There’s some stuff left behind, but nothing I can think of a use for at the moment. With nothing else to do I decide to try to get some sleep or at least rest a bit.
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