Chapter 2
How? That is the question I ask myself the rest of the day. How was this man in my nightmare when I am certain I have never seen him before? I have never been in the rich part of town, no one is allowed in that area without specific permission.
That night, I have another dream, but this time it's not a nightmare. It's more of a foggy hallucination.
In the morning, I can't seem to recall what I dreamt about again, but there is still an image I can't seem to get rid of. It is of a man that, again, I don't know, I seem to think of him as being older.
After work, I start walking home. It is a nice day, the sun is shining. I would normally feel pretty good, if it weren't for a strange feeling at the back of my mind that something's wrong, but I convince myself that the man and sword in my nightmare were either a coincidence or I subconsciously changed what I saw in my dream when I saw the man. Either way, I try to put it out of my mind.
When I arrive home, my mother isn't home yet.
"Hello?" I say into the house.
No response. When I walk into the kitchen, there is a note on one of the cabinets.
'Went to the market to pick up some ingredients, be back soon. Mom.'
So I've got free time until my mom returns, I just go upstairs to take a nap. I'm about to fall asleep when there's knocking at the door.
I jump out of bed and walk downstairs. When I open the door, there is no one there. Probably just some little kids playing a practical joke on me. I look around for a second, then close the door, but at the last second, something jammed itself in the crack of the before I close it. I reach for it and discover it's a letter. I turn it over to find my name written in very neat hand writing.
I open it and find the same neat hand writing. It says,
"The odd brick behind the mill"
I flip over the letter, there's nothing on the back, but when I flip it over again, the writing is gone. It's a blank piece of paper, so is the envelope.
Am I losing my mind? I hope not, everything else seems normal, only the events in the past few days have been different.
For awhile afterwards, all I can think about is the letter, real or not, I can't help wondering what just happened.
The next day, when I get to the mill, curiosity gets the best of me and I can't resist walking around back. It's not a big building, maybe sixty feel long. When I reach the back, there are no bricks; the back wall is made of stone. As I examine the wall further, I find that there is a brick near the top right hand corner, the only one on the back wall.
When I get hold of it, it seems loose. I manage to wiggle it a bit, then pull it out.\ I put the brick down for a second, and go get a bigger rock to stand on the get a better look at the area the brick was. There isn't anything behind it, just a space that would be behind nay brick. I brush off some of the rubble around the area, all of a sudden; there is a small cracking sound. I wait a second. Nothing else happens. I conclude that I'm crazy, jump off the rock.
When I hit the ground, it instantly collapses under my weight, and I fall what I presume to be about twenty feet. When I hit the bottom, my legs buckle, the back of my head hits something and I black out.