Chapter 4

I woke up, my mind blank of everything before I fainted. Moonlight shone brightly into my uncurtained windows. Creaking noises seemed to be ricocheting off the walls, but I was to tired to care.

Sleep was easy, morning was tough, especially when I started to recollect what happened. The open door, the morgue, the corpse, those eyes.

But what is it was just a dream? There was no way the lock could have just unlocked by itself, and I knew my mom wouldn't go down there. Even if she did, she would've made sure the dead bolt was locked. So, that's all it was, just some stupid nightmare.

Downstairs, in the kitchen her mom sat at the table, drinking a cup of black coffee, a stressful look on her face. Her hair was in knots.

When I walked in she looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Are you feeling okay?" there was a crease between her brows.

Confused, I responded, "Uhm, yeah." I sat down, the crease between my brows now.

Was it…? I thought. No it couldn't be. It was just a dream.

"Okay," she practically whispered.

An awkward silence lasted a couple of moments.

Mom put her hands on the table. "Honey, I don't understand…."

"Don't understand what?" I demanded, still in denial that any of it was true.

"I don't understand why, or how you got into the morgue last night."

"I-I wasn't." Or was I? My voice started to shake, along with the rest of my body.

"You don't remember?" she gave me a questioning look.

I shook my head.

"Last night, I couldn't sleep, and I didn't hear you walk upstairs, so I peeked into your room, and you weren't there. I thought maybe you feel asleep on the couch. It was pretty, around one, and I started to loose my mind when you weren't in the living room.

"When I decided to search the basement, the wooden doors were open, and you were on the floor, unconscious."

Now I was panicking, This wasn't a dream, it had actually happened. And I was unconscious in the morgue for three hours. And hadn't she seen the corpse just laying there?

"What were you doing down there? And how did you unlock the deadbolt?"

"I, err, I…." I stuffed my shoes on my feet and flew out the door, barely noticing that my mom was calling after me. A thousand questions buzzed around my head as I practically ran to the sidewalk.

When I got to the cemetery, I collapsed, tears escaping from my eyes. I was by a weeping willow trunk, the leaves and stems concealing me from the rest of the rest of the world.

How were the doors open? What was making that slamming noise in the basement? How did my laptop get down there that first day? And why did I even go into the morgue, both times?

As many questions as I had, there were no answers. In my confusion, the tears kept flowing.

I felt abandoned; I had no where to run, no where to go. And I couldn't face my mom after I had just ran out, and especially when I had no answers for her. But because of this, I also felt pathetic. So I laid my head, and wept myself to sleep.

It was still daylight when I dragged myself up from the weeping willow. I checked my ever present cell phone. Eight missed calls from Mom. Crap.

I ran my fingers through my matted hair, and wiped the remaining tears off my face.

Halfway home my phone vibrated in my back pocket; it was Mom. Big surprise there.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Eva? Where are you?"

"Uhm, about ten minutes away, on Fort Covington St." I had taken this route to the cemetery enough to know the names of the streets.

"okay. I'm worried about you. Please explain what's going on when you get here. We're going to have a serious talk."

"I will," Although I couldn't explain anything she wanted to know.

"Alright, Eva. I love you."

"Love you too." I snapped the phone shut, wondering what I was going to tell her.

Oh, I imagined telling her, my laptop was in the basement, without anyone putting it there, and when the doors mysteriously opened, I strolled into the morgue. And last night, before I fainted, I heard those same doors slam shut, and went to investigate. The deadbolt was unlocked, the doors open. And laying on the mortician's table, was an open-eyed, scarred corpse.

That was going to go over smoothly.

A/D: Ok, so this chapter wasn't that great, but the next one should be up in the next week.