What does he want here?

That's the necklace, isn't it?
Surprised and horrified, I pick up the necklace from my dream. 

An icy shiver runs through me and my mind feels numb, overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu. 

The image of my grandmother holding this necklace flashes in my mind, mingling with the paranormal documentaries I used to watch on TV with fascination and fear.

I try to push away all the thoughts that are now dancing in my head

 All the fear I feel when I look at this necklace.
Calm down, it's a last memento from your grandmother.

I should hold on to this feeling.

The fox's head and tail are intertwined, forming a delicate heart, but what catches my eye is the small, colourless stone between the tiny notches that serve as eyes.

I can't help but let out a nervous laugh, a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.

Suddenly, a deafening crash interrupts my laughter. 

I immediately jump up and drop the chain as my heart starts to race.

"Mum?" I call out and open my door, but there is no answer. 

My anxiety rises as I walk to the stairwell and find my brothers equally confused. 

They shrug, and Ewin goes down first, while Lauren remains strangely aloof.

"Looks like someone's done some serious damage," Lauren comments in a voice as if he's not quite with it. 

His tiredness from studying medicine is obvious. 

Nevertheless, I find it inappropriate at this moment.
As I look at Lauren in annoyance, I pick up odd bits and pieces from the conversation with my mum. 

Which, to be honest, don't tell me much.
"Where are you going?", I ask Lauren in an annoyed voice, who avoids my gaze and turns towards his room.
As always, he ignores me skilfully. But he has to learn that people won't always be considerate of him. 

Just because he's a medical student and has to cram a lot. Interpersonal relationships are also important. 

I stick out my tongue.
"Mum?" I call out again and descend the stairs.
I stop abruptly when I hear her talking to a man - a voice that sends a shiver down my spine with its familiarity. More curious than ever, I approach the front door.

I can't believe it! 

Startled, I cling to the door frame to support myself. 

I blink rapidly and hope that my eyes are deceiving me. Unfortunately, they don't.

Damm it! 

The guy from the graveyard is standing there, his presence even more unsettling than before. 

I curse myself for thinking I'd never see him again. 

His arrogant demeanour suddenly makes sense.