GH5 18: The Water Nightmare And The Talking TV.

I was back in my guest bedroom, lying sound asleep in my bed, with Copper sleeping in his puppy-basket on the floor at the foot of the bed. After failing to locate Seth in the house or anywhere on the property, the sheriff and the cops decided that they would resume their search tomorrow and drive around town and look for him. The sheriff had requested that Miss Truman come down to the police station with a picture of Seth so they could make copies of several missing person posters of him and put them up around town tomorrow, like they had done with Connor. Miss Truman gladly did this, but not before putting Seth's bike in the trunk of her car. The others had gone back to bed as well after the sheriff, cops and Miss Truman left. As i laid in bed asleep, i couldn't stop thinking about that dream i had about Seth being sucked down the bathtub drain and how i woke up and he just wasn't in the house anymore. Could i have had another nightmare while it was actually happening in real life? Was it possible that the guy in the walls was the supposed long presumed dead serial child killer, R.L. Bogman? Yes. That was what it had to have been on both counts. Too much had happened since i had been here with my family and friends for things to be labeled as coincidences anymore. And as for R.L. Bogman being presumed dead in 1988, well...i now knew beyond the shadow of a doubt...that he was dead...and that it was his ghost that was living in the walls of this house. It was his ghost that had taken Connor the other night. And it was his ghost that had taken Seth tonight as well. But the question was...where to? Where could he have possibly taken them?

My mind then drifted off to dreamland, leaving my subconscious thoughts behind.
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I was swimming deep underwater, wearing only a pair of pale blue shorts that stopped at my knees. The odd thing was i wasn't holding my breath, nor did i feel light-headed.

As i swam through the water, i noticed something moving down below and i stopped and looked down at it. It was a figure. A human-shaped figure.

The mysterious being swam up out of the darkness, revealing itself to be Seth.

I looked down at Seth and he gestured with his right hand for me to come forward.

I then resumed swimming, making my way down towards Seth, with him reaching out at me with his right hand. In response, i reached out with my left hand as well, reaching for him.

We reached for each other's hand as i got closer to him until something pulled Seth down into the darkness, making me stop.

The darkness then started spreading everywhere, and i looked at my surroundings and noticed that all the water was turning black.

I then began to swim upwards towards the surface as fast as i could, but before i could make it to the surface, all the water around me had turned black and i was pulled down into the darkness by some unseen force, disappearing from sight.

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August 21st, (2024)

I shot up in my bed wide awake, looked at my surroundings, and realized i was in my guest bedroom of the 19th century Victorian home. I looked at the electric clock on the night-stand and saw that it was 5:00 AM.

"Another dream." I said.

"Keegan." Came the voice of Connor from outside my room. "Keegan."

The sound of Connor's voice awoke Copper from his sleep.

I pushed the covers back, got out of bed, and walked up to the door and opened it, followed by poking my head out. "Hello?"

"Keegan." Came the voice of Connor again.

This time i was able to pin-point where the location of the voice. It was coming from downstairs. I exited the room, with Copper getting out of his puppy-basket and following me. We slowly headed down the stairs to find the exact location of the voice. As we headed downstairs, we noticed a bright light and the sound of static coming from the dark living-room. Once we made it to the bottom, we walked through the dark foyer and stopped at the entrance of the living-room where we saw the 1950s GE TV was on, with the screen was covered with static. What was the TV doing on this late at night? Could someone have gotten up, come down here and turned it on to watch something, only for them to find out that it wasn't working? No. That didn't make sense. If that had been the case, they would've turned to TV off and then went back to bed. And what about the voice of Connor. Where had it come from?

"Keegan." Came the voice of Connor from the 50s TV.

My eyes went wide as sauces. Were i eyes and ears deceiving me...or did i just hear Connor's voice coming from the TV. No. No, that was just silly. Stuff like that didn't happen in real life, only in movies.

"Keegan." Came the voice of Connor from the 50s TV again.

Now i know i heard right that time. Copper and i slowly entered the living-room and made our way over to the 50s TV.

"Keegan...i need your help." Came the voice of Connor from the TV.

"Connor?" I said in disbelief, standing in front of the TV. Was this really happening?

"Save me." Said the voice of Connor on the TV before the static-covered screen turned itself off.

Copper and i just stood in front of the TV, with me mind-blown. That couldn't have been real, could it? Surely this was some kind of prank or dream or scare-tactic someone was doing. But it wasn't a prank...it wasn't a dream...and it wasn't a scare-tactic. It was real as real could get. And i had heard correctly. Connor's voice had come from the TV. What was this, a real life version of Poltergeist? Stuff like that only happened in movies. But this wasn't a movie...this was reality.

A new reality.

A new reality that i was not familiar with.

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