Please Note:
This story takes place after one of my already existing stories (read that one first, but you don't have to, this story makes sense without having read it..)
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Part 1: My Trip to a Museum and That One Priceless Artifact

It was finally the weekend, the best days of week! I was more excited than I normally would be for this particular day, Sunday, the dreaded day of the weekend. I was going to a museum, which had opened a special exhibit named 'Bizarre, Ancient Objects'. Sounds really childish, but that's the kind of thing that I'm in to. I got a water bottle and snacks and packed them into a bag, and headed for the city. It was a long trip. First a train ride, then a bus ride, but I was there. I walked to reception.

"Ticket, please," The receptionist asked in a monotone voice.
"Oh, here!" I handed them the ticket.
"Alright, you can go in Akira Jishaku."
I walked past the reception and into the great museum, and made my way to the things I came here for. Several exhibits lined the room, some were notes, written by a man named, 'Jonathan Joestar'. It was research on a stone mask that activated when blood was poured onto it, speaking of that mask, it was right next to the notes. It was very odd looking. It had slanted eyes, and a sort of swirl at the top. It even had the classic vampire teeth. To think that such an object existed so long ago. What did they use it for? Halloween costumes? Did the Aztecs even celebrate Halloween? I moved along through the exhibits, when my eyes finally landed on a gold and silver arrow, the tip sparkled brightly as the Sun's rays shone on it. I was enjoying myself very much, but I suddenly felt an odd feeling, as if someone had just grabbed my shoulder. It was only now that I was in a dire situation, that I noticed that the arrow had removed itself from the holder, and pressing up at the glass in front of me. Whether this was something the people who set up this exhibition made, or whether this was a supernatural phenomenon was beyond me. The pain had spread to my chest now, as if something was attempting to rip it's way into my body. I tried leaping away, and that seemed to work, I continued running, trying to escape whatever was pursuing me. Looking around, everyone else was experiencing the strange phenomenon. I continued running in circles, I decided to look behind me, forgetting the pursuer was invisible, and smashed headfirst into the arrow's exhibit. I fell to the ground, dazed. I knew it was over. There was no way to escape from 'it' now. The arrow once again gravitated towards me, and stabbed me through the heart. I could feel the life drain from my body. The pursuer seemed to have left, leaving this cursed object to finish me. Then I blacked out. Who knows how long later, but I woke up and the anarchy was still going on. I got up, and something clanged to the ground. It was an arrow, which made me remember that I was shot through the heart. I checked my chest, and whatever wound should've been there, wasn't. I began to worry, not moving from my place. Whatever was happening, was too complicated for me, I had to escape. I heard glass smash somewhere around that mask's exhibit, and I dropped down, pretending to be dead, landing in the some way I had woken up in, and in the same place, I kept one eye open, to watch what was happening, someone, not sure who, had broken into the building, and had taken the mask, and then left again. I got up in the same place as before, and began walking around, just at the moment I took my fifth step, a shadowy figure rose out of the place I was lying down at, and walked to the first place I stood up, and checked itself, just like I did. Then it got back down on the ground, and got back up, and was now heading towards me! I began walking, slowly. Whatever it was, it seemed to mimic what I did in those places. I continued moving, getting faster, trying to get away from the shadow, but it got faster as well, running at the same pace I was. If I stopped, it would get me. I looked around again, and saw a shadow of each person, the shadows looked like the person they were ripping to pieces with perfectly.
"Why... Why couldn't I see these shadows earlier?" I asked myself.
I was out of breath now, so I stopped and it caught up, and pushed me to the ground, before starting an assault. I knew I was done for, but I really did wish that I had some way to fight back. Just as I was saying my prayers, a thing(?) appeared out of nowhere, and punched the shadow off. I was the one to fly across first, and it followed. I only hit the bottom of one of the exhibits, which was a wooden pedestal that the exhibit was located on, but the shadow tumbled through the glass, and landed somewhere else entirely. I got up, and then I saw it get up. It was still, not moving. I took a step towards the exit, and it was still. I was in front of the exit now, just about to escape!
"Where do you think you're going?" Said a voice coming from inside the exhibit.
I turned around, and there he was, standing up, behind him were thousands of body parts, most likely protruding from his back. He walked to the shadow that attacked me, thinking it would attack him, just as he reached the shadow, a trail of black mist appeared out of nowhere, and the thing started walking towards. I then realized that I was being pulled by the mist towards the shadow. He walked outside of the exhibit, leaving just me and my shadow.
"It would be troublesome if you left that room," He said, before closing locking me into the exhibit's room, using most likely some kind of stolen authorization.
"Just you and me, buddy," I say to the shadow.
A trail of steps had now appeared, leading to me, and it began walking it's way towards me, and I started moving away from it.

Part 2: Escaping the Museum

I kept moving away from the thing, still unsure why I was able to see the shadows now, or what attacked the shadow earlier, but I had to focus on finding a way out. The only problem is that the way out was blocked by an iron gate, of course I could also escape through the window, but I can't get up high enough to get out. I was starting to get tired, so I slowed down, and it slowed down to. I came to a stop, and, while trying to quickly catch my breath, I realized that there was some kind of dust on the ground. I swiped my finger across the ground, and removed the dust. I started crawling across the ground, removing dust as I went, before getting up and walking in the area that had no dust. The shadow had caught up to me, and it stepped onto the patch, and it walked around aimlessly, like it didn't know where to go. I was quite annoyed that I had to deal with some weird shadow thing, when I just wanted to enjoy myself. As I thought that, it appeared again. That's when I finally figured it out, it belonged to me. By thinking like this, I could summon some kind of guardian to defend myself. While I realized this, this guardian had somehow managed to remove the iron gate, and that gate was now attached to it, like a magnet.

"I think I'll call it, Magnet. See how creative I am!" I thought to myself.
I ran past the shadow, which had finally got it's things together, and it began to give chase. I left the room, and distanced myself from the exhibition. Once again, the shadow lost track off me. It seems like it needs a trail in order to accurately follow me. I walked through the museum, searching for the cause of all of this. All throughout the museum, shadows had killed their real counterparts, bathing in their blood. I tried to stay away from as many as possible, just in case they had started coming for me. I could see my shadow slowly coming towards me. I finally found my way to a locked door, made of the same material as the last one. Using Magnet, I pulled it open and went inside. The floor was covered in some kind of dust or sand. I continued down the hallway, reaching the large main lobby.
"How did you escape from the exhibit!?" I heard the enemy yell at me from somewhere in the room.
"I don't know how! But I'm leaving now!" I yell back, heading for the door.
Just when I'm about to leave, a black mist appears underneath me, dragging me towards my shadow, which had appeared from the mist. The mist dissipated, and a trail of footsteps emerged in the dust, leading it to me. I begin moving away from it and it gave chase at the same pace. I continued looking around the room, and finally saw my target. The guy with all the body parts coming out of him. I began making my way up to him. Making sure not to go back on myself, and get caught. I was starting to get close to the top, when one of the hands tried to push me down. I fought back, but fell eventually. Using Magnet's ability, I pull down a nearby metallic object, and crash it into his head. The shadows disappear, and I swiftly leave before anything else has the chance to attack me. I reach the outside world, I sigh in relief. I never thought I would be able to see the outside world again. I take the long and tricky way home, just in case someone was watching me, and I did feel like I was being watched. I reached the my doorstep, and, waiting for me at the doorstep, was a red flower, with strange markings in it.

Part 3: The Visitor

"Hmm." I thought, "Someone left this flower on my doorstep."

I walked into the house, it was starting to rain, and I didn't want to get wet, or struck by lightning. I accidentally trampled the flower on my way in, it's petals being torn off of it's weak frame. I could hear the thunder outside, as I sat down at my soft couch. As soon as I sat down, I heard knocking on my door, with a sigh, I got up from my couch, and opened the door. Outside was a man, soaked by the rain.
"Please sir, may I come in?" He asks.
"No."
I close the door. I hear him knocking again, I ignore him. Until he mentions the incident at the museum. I become suspicious. If he has this ability that I have, I might want to watch him closely. I open the door, and let him in.
"Thank you," He says.
"You want to tell me about the incident?" I ask, throwing a glance of suspicion at him.
"Yes, but first..." He begins, "Do you believe in the justice system called 'karma'?"
"No. Karma was created to just make children behave," I respond.
"Well, what I have to say about this incident ties into karma," He says. "Say, you believed in karma. Wouldn't the person, or perhaps people, have a lot of negative karma stored up for them?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, whoever murdered all those civilians has probably already had that karma attack them, but apparently, someone died by a steel plate falling off of the wall, even though it was completely sturdy only a few minutes ago," He says. "This made me think, perhaps their was a second person. Scratch that, there WAS a second person. I looked through security camera recordings, and they picked up you. Leaving."
"Are you suspecting me?"
"Yes actually. I believe you are the second person involved in this investigation. Confess your sins, and perhaps you won't have as bad luck as you might have otherwise."
"Are you threatening me!?"
"Don't get the wrong idea. I won't report you, they won't believe me. They can't see stands," He leaves the room, and exits my house, "Hope your bad luck ends soon!" I follow him.
"HEY COMEBACK!" I yell at him, He looks back and walks away.
"You are already dead."
"What?" Suddenly I slip on the concrete floor, landing face first on the ground. I get up shakily, trying not to trip. My vision is hazy, so I shake my head around, hoping to get rid fix my vision, and catch up to him. It worked, my vision was good, but he was gone. I sigh, and return to my house. I got in, and flicked on the TV, hoping it to be loud enough to hide the sound of the lightning. The first thing I hear when I turn on the TV is the news, "Several murders have been recorded throughout just this month. Although the methods of each killing is different, they occurred all in the same areas. Japan and Italy. One man has been marked as missing, J-"
Lightning struck just as they said the name, and just so happened to destroy my connection to whatever news station I was listening to, and it also made my TV short-circuit. I was quite angry, but I guess i couldn't help it. I went to my kitchen, so I could try to make myself some coffee. I made it without anything unfortunate happening. But, I accidentally bumped into my kitchen table, and spilled the innocent coffee, and destroying a just as innocent mug. My hand was slightly burnt, and I was afraid to move from my spot, just in case something bad happened again, which seemed to be happening in the few minutes of that guys arrival.
"This is some really bad luck. Looks like murder gives off a lot of negative karma," He comes back, looking at me through a window.
"What the hell do you want!?" I ask him, still not moving.
"I just wanted to see if you were still alive."
That did it for me, I released my 'stand' or whatever he called it, and threw a volley of punches at him, each and every one hit.
"I would enjoy it if you hit me more!" He yells, this guy really is a psychopath.
I throw another volley of punches at him, and this time, I see several things I didn't it, break. My kettle got a dent in it, my bench has a hole in it, and water's coming out of the area underneath my sink. I call back Magnet, and look at this guy more closely, but nothing really stands out about him. As I'm thinking, he breaks through the window, without a scratch, and the glass shards cut up my clothes, and me.
"I've heard about a journal, that tells of a way to reach heaven. I've been told that you're in possession of this document. Give it to me, and perhaps you'll gain enough positive karma to outweigh this negative karma. Of course, that assumes you don't destroy it in an attempt to give it to me," He says, moving glass shards out of the way.
Just as I think it couldn't get weirder, the flower that I trampled earlier appears in his left hand.
"This is my stand. I will not tell you it's name, but I will tell you that it does not relate to what's happening right now," He says.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" I ask.
"I always tell the truth," He says. "Except for the times I don't."
Gee, that helped out a lot. I reach out for the flower, and grab it. I snap it in half, and launch a singular punch at him, just in case something breaks again. It connects, and I feel a pain in the same place the punch landed.
"Looks like you aren't willing to give me the document," He sighs.
He crawls out of the window, I watch him jump fence after fence, until he's completely out of sight. I take my chances, and go make another cup of coffee. It went better, and I was actually able to drink it.
"What the hell was up with that guy?" I ask myself.
I had this feeling, once I sat down, I had this feeling. I felt like this was only the beginning of a more bizarre adventure