HALLUCINATIONS

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7.

Can still feel her warmth and her presence in this house. Good or in a bad way, either way I still miss her. I wonder what happened to her. Mary seems like she knows about it the same as dad but why cant they tell me? I get it, I'm still young but I deserve to know either way. I guess I will find out some way or somehow, maybe with enough patience I will. I grabbed the pizza box and went out the back door. I tossed the box into one of the green bins.

I collided my hands together almost like my hands had dust all over them. I looked around the backyard; it was small but it had enough space for at least a campfire or possibly two outdoor chairs and a small coffee table maybe. I looked over the tall wooden fences, I was able to see parts of some peoples houses. But I saw a tall man who had a large build staring at me from the other side of the fence. The man with an inhuman face, I gulped as I stared at him almost as if I looked away he would come closer. I stepped backwards slowly, getting closer to the back door. The man only stared and watched my every movement closely. I was right there at the door, so I booked it and went inside quickly and locked the door.

What am I supposed to do now? Should I call 911 or call dad at least, or is that

pointless? He could just be a neighbor but his face and how I saw him when I was half awake earlier. Everything is just weird.. and they might as well get even weirder. I furrowed my brows as I fiddled with my fingernails. I probably should call dad first.

"That's what I did, I called him and said that I should make sure every door is locked and tried to reassure me also."

Did I really call the police? Yes, yes I did. Well I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Wait for dad to come back and hope that everything will go back to being normal? Yeah I don't think so but I just get an uneasy feeling so I figured why not call the police too. Maybe I will feel more at ease? Not really.

"We will send a police officer down to make sure you're doing alright and even look around outside also." Her voice was loud and clear but sounded almost empty when she spoke.

"Alright, thank you." I sighed in relief, I hung up and went back to my room; I sat on my bed for a little while until they arrived.

I sat on my bed which felt like centuries. Hasn't even been 30 minutes, hasn't even been a minute since I called dad and the police. I don't even know what to do anymore, should I wait or should I go check to see if that man is still there? Either way there's always a bad and good outcome no matter what choice I make.

I'm shaking enough right this moment but I maybe should check if he's there and that all the doors and windows are locked to. I left my room and went downstairs. I went over to the front door and made sure that the door was still just by turning the knob and pulling it or what not. And then I went to check the back door. It was locked but I felt an uneasy presence nearby.

I went to look outside of one of the windows in the living room until that man showed up. He was right there in front of the window, you can see him breathing on the window. My eyes were very much wide open as if they were bleeding out. I jumped back of course, I stared at him as much as he stared at me.

We were pretty much having a staring contest, one of his eyes was red and the other; you could hardly see it, almost like his skin melted and some stayed there blocking the view out of one eye. Other than his melted skin he was terrifying, scary to be more exact. Is he the killer all the kids were talking about? I thought they were messing around trying to scare others including myself. I didn't know that they were telling a fact and not a joke.

I should've been more careful around here since that's what my gut has been telling me but I haven't listened to it. I blinked, getting out of the eye contact or the staring contest type of situation. I ran up to my room and locked the door behind me. I called dad but he didn't pick up.

I kept calling and calling and no answer. I eventually got a call but it was an unknown number. I answered the phone and all I heard was uneven breathing coming from the other side. I eventually started hyperventilating as it was all too much for me to really handle on my very own. I immediately hung up and heard footsteps from downstairs.

Is it the man? That man with the melted skin? I gulped harshly trying to listen in on what he was doing down there.

"Edson?" Dad called out, I was relieved; my whole body softened up.

"I'm up here in my room!" I answered back and heard the footsteps come upstairs. I unlocked the door and as I opened it I saw dad coming towards me.

"Are you alright, Son?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes filled with worry. He

put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah i'm alright but I saw him at the window that's in the living room. His skin looked terribly damaged." I pointed out the details that deserved to be known even by my parents.

"You did? I went in there and I didn't see anything or anyone."

"Are you sure you saw someone? Even if you did, he's already gone." I blinked rapidly before answering back.

"Yes, dad, I'm very sure that I did. He probably left so soon because he-- i don't know, noticed or heard you and stepmom." I flung my arms around me.

"Mom." he added, "It's mom not stepmom, it's better if you forget about your birth mom." Dad sighed, his eyes softened. I know that there was some sort of guilt or the genuine sorry for your loss sort of look in those eyes.

"What happened to her? I really want to know." I tried to open up the box of answers but dad didn't budge and kept it closed.

"It's too soon but I can really only tell you that she got into an incident." His one brow flicked like a whip that's controlled wildy.

"How about Mary? How is she doing?" Dad looked at us weirdly, almost like he was surprised. What was he thinking exactly? Did he think I don't care? If I didn't then I wouldn't even be worried about her, right?

"She's doing quite alright actually, she's still dealing with these nightmares and the creatures in them. Not even the doctor knows what she's having seizures or strokes or whatever." He leaned on the doorway, his arms crossed.

He even let out a huff. "At least she didn't get hit by a car again or a bus. Which would be more painful anyway?"

Dad chuckled, "Go get some sleep, you probably need rest after having a hard time just a couple of minutes ago." He patted me on the edge of my shoulder.

I nodded, "Yeah I probably should, but I put leftovers in the fridge if you want any."

He smiled softly, "Goodnight, Son."

"Goodnight, Dad." I closed the door as he walked downstairs. Gathered my pajamas and went to bed just like he said that I should. My day wasn't the brightest but it's a bit more of a mix of bad and good.

The mood of everything just seems to be changing every now and then. But it's whatever though, right? Get the leftover hours of the day and sleep through the rest of it. Nothing can get any worse as far as I know.


It's only been a few days since I saw that man. I don't really regret calling the police along with my parents, but at the same time I do. I wasted the time of the police officers, I was just scared. What else could I do? And what could my parents even do? Call the cops? Well, that's what I did. I'm starting to believe that police officers don't believe kids who say that they saw their parents being killed in front of their eyes.

Adults in general don't really believe kids, including their own. But I guess it wasn't a big deal, the man with the melted skin I mean. Especially when he didn't do much but stared at me and only got closer to the house. But how did he cross the fence is my question, the house is mostly surrounded by tall wooden fencing. Never seen anyone trying to climb over a fence like that, I dont think its very possible for him to climb over it especially when he's technically a giant. The fence might as well break or just lose its grip on the ground and collapse.

I've been laying on my bed like those corpses in their coffin; wearing their formal clothes like a black suit with a black tie or a dress even. Never really went to a funeral before but I have seen them in movies and tv shows. But other than that I was laying there exactly like that. I have been staring at the ceiling with vein-like patterns. I have gotten text messages from some of my friends asking me why I haven't been online. I just never replied to them but I know that they know that I saw their text.

The room was quiet, the house was quiet. It's so quiet because it's five in the morning. First time staying up so late, no sleep the whole night. And now I only feel like Mary, feel uneasy, uncomfortable, unsafe. Whole lot of 'uns' but it's true, so very much true. But the only difference is that Mary is dealing with terrible nightmares with strange entities and I'm dealing with reality. Might be better if I wasn't dealing with reality but it's the truth, and sometimes you gotta face reality. Can't always hide from it and say that "Oh Im pixy and Im a fairy with the power of dust bunnies" Girly voice inserted; impression from a male middle schooler

I sighed, I stood up from my bed. Walking downstairs to get a cup of water. If I could actually reply or have the motivation to reply back to my bros and let them know that I ain't dead. I would and I might say that I aint playing fortnite or call of duty forever, why? Because I'm currently becoming my older sister, I might even get wrinkles in the process. Wish me luck.

Probably better off having a mental breakdown instead of talking to them. They mostly approached me and started talking to me later in the years of moving here. If they never talked to me then I probably become one of those emo kids who wish to see the devil. But would I prefer being alone though? Yes, yes I would. But what choice did I have though? I chose to hang out with them because I didn't want to feel lonely, But that was younger me, now I would rather be alone.

Hanging out with them is like watching a video where a monkey is trying to push down a woman's shirt while she's trying to take a picture with this monkey. It was quite unexpected but monkeys are smart but these monkeys I hang out with aren't. Better to compare them to insects, flies to be more specific. Trying to get out but always hits the wall while right next to an open door or window.

I chug down the cup of tap water and refilled it. I went back to my room to go back to my world. The world where I lay there and think about life, trying to find the purpose and to pretty much overthink about most things in my life. A common thing to do but I got something to do at least, right? Peace and quiet is how I like my world to be, my friends? Yeah no, they rather jump off of a cliff and land on top of a big ole trampoline and be bounced out of earth and to outer space. Or at least that's what I think that they want to do. But enough with my friends from school. Best to focus on that man; That man has skin that looks like it has been melted or burned almost like a candle not gonna lie. Reason for being right there being in the backyard? No idea, but he was in someone else's property though. I wonder if he lives there or he did something there. How would I know when I haven't gone out there or back in that living room since then. I don't know so I guess I will have to figure it out on my own.

I went downstairs, going outside from the backdoor. I was a couple of inches away from the tall fencing, the backyard wasn't big but had enough space for a couple of people to fit back here without feeling claustrophobic.

I could hear a lot of talking, vehicle doors opening and closing. Even heard some crying and wheels rolling on the road. What was going on? My curiosity didn't pull me down but made me want to look over the fence. I went to grab a stepping stool that would be tall enough. Put it close to the fence and went on top of it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I see police officers, who appear to be parents and someone being taken to a vehicle while being covered.

Someone was hurt, and hurt badly not only that but has passed; killed. I could see bits of the person's feet so I'm guessing that this person isn't very young. I never really bothered with neighbors, especially not these ones. I know someone who lives here, they go to my school. Heard them talk about their family and that they have an older sister who is at least 15 years old. And of course I never thought much about it or thought it was anything important and besides talking about your family is what most people talk about. What else is there to talk about anyway?

I didn't see them but since it's the weekend I will have to say that they are at their grandmas. But now I understand what that man was doing and why he was there. Must have heard me and came by the fence. But he went over it at some point, I probably was gonna be his next target. Guess I'm lucky.

I don't think telling the police that I know who did it would help much especially when I don't have proof. So why bother? All I can do is be a person in the background and just watch it happen and wait for my time to end.

I shrugged, I got off the stool, putting it to the side. I went back inside and up to my room. And of course, they are still asleep. If they are asleep, I might as well take a nap and wake up so it will be noisy all over again. Why? Simply because I feel like I'm alone in the house like a few days ago. Considering me being alone is a new fear of mine.

I laid in bed, covered with my sheets. I mostly laid there wide awake but I got some shut eye after 20 minutes.


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