Chapter 9
"I think whoever is behind this would have to know a lot about us, from which they learned from someone who knows us well." I deduced. Clive and I were sitting at the professor's kitchen counter.
"Well, it couldn't be any of my family. Maybe the professor or someone like that. What about you?"
"There's my grandfather, but I don't think he'll be much help."
"Well… he's lost a few marbles over the years." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Not all the lights are on upstairs. Please don't make me explain any farther."
"I'm still not getting it."
"He's mental, okay! He went loony a few years back and now he's in a mental hospital. And don't say anything about what that makes me because for a while I thought you might be insane for a while too!" I snapped.
Clive just stared back at me, taken aback. "I visited a mental hospital once. It was too clean."
"Why?"
"Let's say you aren't the only one that thought I had… issues." Clive smiled weakly. "Maybe we should ask him if he remembers telling anyone all that stuff on you."
"I'm not sure if he would remember, but I guess it's worth a shot." I started, but Clive was already starting to pull me to the door.
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"You said room 203? I thought you said room 402!" The old lady flipped through her clipboard. I wasn't exactly sure how she could mess those two up considering they didn't even sound alike and the hospital didn't even have a fourth floor.
"Harold! I meant room 203!" The old lady yelled to an old man that was obviously her husband.
"I knew what you meant lady; just give me a few moments!" Harold called back in an annoyed tone.
"Is that what we sound like?" Clive whispered in my ear.
"That's exactly what we sound like."
"Okay, room 203… Katarina, it's been a while. Your grandfather's wanted to talk with you for a while now. I told him you were probably busy." The woman handed me a key.
"Thanks." I replied.
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"Katarina! Did you bring my lunch?" My grandfather greeted me as I peeked in the door.
"Um… no. We came to ask you a few questions."
"Oh just like that stranger with the suit and tie!" My grandfather paused for a moment. "Or was that my therapist…?"
Clive flashed me a weird look but I just shrugged.
"Has anyone come in asking about me? Someone you didn't recognize, possibly?"
"Asking about you? Well there was someone asking about that little incident when you were fifteen, but I figured it was just a reporter. Rather odd duck really." I thought the last remark was kind of ironic considering Grandpa was an odd duck himself.
"What incident? I don't remember anything about that…"
"Oh, but I do. You were going on and on about it. Very traumatizing."
Clive looked at me expectantly but I shook my head. "I don't remember anything like that."
"You were going on about something you saw. Now that I think about it, I can't remember what it was, but it scared you half to death."
I frowned. I still had no idea what Grandpa was talking about. I would think I would remember something that bad, but I'd read that a person could completely push a scary experience to the back of their mind to the point that they forget it all together.
"What's this person's name?" Clive asked.
"Well… er… I don't know."
"I think we should be leaving. Thanks for helping us, Grandpa." I got up.
I already knew what we had to know. I was going to have to remember what that incident was.
