Chapter One; Prologue.
'My name is Paul Roads, I'm 32 years old. This is the story of the gruesome and horrifying situation I have been through. This is my story, this is what happened...'
It's 2 am. I'm sitting all alone, at the bar. The pub is just around the corner, from my apartment. Suddenly some drunk guy comes walking toward me, bumping into random people. He tries to sit besides me, but can't seem to get on the stool; he falls and stands up again. He mumbles something and tries to order another drink, but before he can finish his sentence, he starts throwing up, over the bar. I decide to leave, I finish my drink, pay and take on my long leather jacket. Before I reach the door, the same drunk guy grabs my shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like 'Watch out, they're after you.'. I ignore him and exit the building, resuming my path home. I unlock the door and walk in, closing and locking the door behind me. While I hang up my coat, the phone rings. "Who could that be, at this hour?" I ask myself, slightly irritated. I pick up the horn. "This is Paul Roads." I say in my normal dark voice. There is no answer, only some random noise on the background. Suddenly, I hear screaming, followed by the same words as the drunkard said; "Watch out, they're after you.".
Slightly startled of this phone call I mumble ''Damn kids....'' And resume my way to the bedroom. I undress myself and lay down on the bed. Not long later, I fall asleep. Suddenly I wake up, seeing the the words 'Watch out' are written with blood, on the wall. "What the ....?! What kind of sick joke is this?!" I shout.
I wake up, look around, not seeing the words on the wall anymore. "Woah, must've been a nightmare." I say, slightly laughing. I look to the side and see that the time is 4:30. I get out of bed, and strowl toward the bathroom, to get my robe. I walk back into the room and head for the kitchentable. Picking up my smokes, I walk to the balcony, and open the door, stepping outside. I light a cigarette and look down. I live on the fifth floor. As I see some stray cats run around, I notice a dark figure, staring at me, from around the corner. Peeking around it. It looks like the figure is hooded, could be a streetkid.
I finish my smoke and quickly walk back inside, since it's still quite cold outside. "What the hell is going on around here?!" I ask myself, when I
lay in my bed again. Who would've anticipated that I just indirectly got caught in something, that was way out of my league.....
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Chapter two; Appearance.
The next day, Paul wakes up, still not knowing what happened or why. He gets dressed , gets himself a glass and fills it with whiskey, like every other day. He steps outside to the balcony and lights up a cigarette and looks at the corner, where he saw the figure, the other night. "Who or what was that?" He asks himself. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales the smoke. On the other side of the alleyway, he hears some noise. It sounds like dumpsters falling over. Then he sees some kids running away.
Taking a sip of his drink, he looks around. Suddenly he sees the hooded figure standing on the building's rooftop, opposite his apartment. "What the?!" He walks back inside, puts his glass on the table. He gets his coat and practically runs outside. He makes his way down the stairs and runs toward the building, where the figure was on. It's an abandoned building, used to be a meat packing plant. The front doors are reinforced from the inside. He runs to the side and climbs up the emergency ladder. When he gets to the roof, the figure is nowhere to be seen.
He scans the roof and suddenly hears a shallow giggle, coming from the inside. Then he notices the door is broken open. He runs to it, opens it and enters the building, tripping and falling down a small flight of stairs. "Aw f*ck...." he moans. He tries to stand up, but before he can get back up, he sees the hooded figures' head hovering above him.
"Wh....who...are..you? What...do..you want?" He almost stutters, from the fact he almost s**t his pants. No reply, only heavy breathing. Paul squints his eyes, trying to see the figure's face, failing miserably.
After a quite long silence, Paul has stopped shaking and the figure starts to speak. "My name is... Better said, WAS Sarah." She says while taking off her hood, revealing herself. Paul looks shocked at her. A bullethole is seen, just above her right eye. "Do not be alarmed of my appearance." She says. "WHAT are you?!" Paul mutters in disbelief.
He hears a creaking noise and then hears someone talking. "We are the deceased. In other words; We are restless ghosts...." Another hooded figure appears, accompanied by several others. In turns they remove their hoods. The one 'guy' that just talked has his throat cut open, another does not have eyes. They all look like they've been murdered. "Wh...What happened to you?? Wha.... What do you want, from me?" He asks, while the thought keeps popping up, if it was a dream, or not.
After a short silence, the one with the cut throat says; "We have been killed, by the people you hate so much." Then, Paul gets struck by the terrible memories and pain, again.;
It's a sunny afternoon. Jessica was playing in the garden, with her brother Terry. My wife, Amanda, is sitting on a chair, on the patio, watching our kids play. I was indoor, doing some research for a friend. Suddenly I hear a car speeding through the streets, followed by ice cold screams. The car drives off, but turns around and stops. I rush outside and see a man, wearing a ski mask, holding a gun to Amanda's head. I try to yell, but I swallow the whole attempt when I see my kids lying on the ground; drenched in blood. I look back at my wife and the gunman. She tries to say something; I can't make out what. Before it hit me what she was trying to say, I rush over to them and knock the guy down, grabbing his gun and put it against his chest. "Hello Paul." He says. I pull off the mask and recognize the man as the friend I was doing the research for. Suddenly I hear a gunshot, followed by a stingin pain in my shoulder. My sight slowly fades as I look at Amanda and reach out for her. Another gunshot, this time it was my wife.... Taken away from me, just like my kids.
"I see you remember that whole predicament." The throat ghost says. He continues; "We want to help you, just like we tried to help others, like you."
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Chapter three; Awakening.
Suddenly, Paul feels a throbbing pain in his left leg and notices he's lying beside his bed. He realized he dreamed it all, or better said, it was a nightmare. Then he hears whispering, coming from the bathroom. He stands up and walks towards the door, carefully gripping the knob. As he opens it, the whispers become louder and louder, as if it was normally talking. 'Get out of my house.... Get out of my house. Get out my house.!'. 'Wha..who.. Who's there??' Paul asks, while his heart beats faster. ...... Out of curiosity, he slightly opens the door and peeks inside. He nervously looks around the corner and pulls back, while he tries to calm his nerves, he hears something fall over. "Who's there?!" He repeats, his heartbeat now racing. He opens the door a bit more and carefully steps inside. When he looks over his shoulder and back, 'GET OUT!!' is clearly screamed when someone lunges at him, but vanishes into thin-air just before collision.
'What the hell was that?!' Paul asks himself, while he tries to breathe, as he's leaning against the wall. He carefully steps into the bathroom, examining it. He looks into the mirror and turns on the tap. He splashes water in his face and dries it off. As he looks up, his heartbeat skyrockets. He's looking at a person. She has no mouth and at the places where the eyes would have been, are just a few strains off blood. He blinks and she's gone.
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