Chapter Two:
Loosing My Mind
Who knows how long I had been on the ground, but my head was killing me. I get up slowly, trying to focus on everything, but a single white line was in the middle of my vision. Dammit, I yell at myself, wishing I had an aspirin. My sight had also become blurred, making it hard for me to walk straight. I had made it out to the lobby, holding onto the walls for support; I was in no condition to drive home.
Silence filtered the apartment complex and I wished for any sign of human contact. Shit! The sound of thousands of skittering feet skitter across the hall. I whirl around to see nothing, but only those damn florescent lights that dim the complex. This place had always given me the creeps. Bouncing repetitively continued towards my way, as a white ball rolls to my feet. What the fuck is going on here? I pick up the ball, examining it. It looks vaguely familiar. Scanning it, a singeing sensation burns my hands and I drop it in pain.
I watch as the ball starts melting and deforming into something horrid and I make a run for the elevator. I can hear it bouncing closer towards me. Fuck. I make a mad dash to the opening/closing elevator doors just in time. I hit the buttons to close the sliding door just as the sphere draws ever so closer. I press more buttons to get me to the main floor. Jesus Christ! I tell myself, breathing heavily, listening to the humming of the elevator. The car moves as if it were actually working, but when the doors open again, I see the same lobby to Denise's place as before. This isn't right. I tell myself and push the correct buttons this time. I lean against the wall and turn to my right. Shit! I yell seeing a ghastly woman in my sight.
I don't remember her coming in. "Sorry. Did I scare you?" She says, applying her lipstick.
Who was this woman? She looked oddly familiar. Like I had seen her once before, but I couldn't see behind her Vail. The elevator beeped and the door slid open, out into the lobby. The ghostly woman walked out, dropping a pair of her gloves. I hesitated, but bent down to pick them up. "Miss you dropped." I say but am stopped when she lashes out in front of me and an image of a horrid woman screaming burns into my mind.
That mysterious woman I saw just now, was Jeannie, and those images placed before me were her yet again. Images of her being killed. Images of her being cut up, all through Jeannie's mind. Images of her pain, all entering my brain. It hurt like hell, worse than before and I gritted my teeth, taking it all in. everything went completely black and I was out.
I don't know how long I slept in the darkness, maybe I was awake the whole time, swallowed in oblivion, but those nightmares wouldn't go away. Jeannie's pain and torture, through the eyes of her own, floating within my memory, but my own fears were coming after me. Dreams of my past. I dreamt of my father. Dreamt of when I was a little kid. Watching the things he'd done to me, threatening me and eventually beating me. Replaying the events over and over in my sleep, as if feeling the pain once again. I feared that he would come after me and eventually murder me.
"Mike?" A voice calls out to me, as a cold hand is placed upon my neck. "He's alive. Get him out of her," that same calm-toned male voice says.
"It was her," I say, not fully understanding myself.
"Excuse me?" That voice asks.
"The woman I was looking for."
"Who is that, Detective?"
I finally had opened my eyes and we made it outside. Thank god I was no longer tapped in that place. They had laid me onto a gurney and were taking me to the hospital. I doubt they could help what I had just been diagnosed with. Blood coming out of your eyes and nose, dying your worst death. There was no cure. "Who was that?" I say, questioning the young medic, "I saw her."
Who'd you see?" A beautiful voice asks me. Terry! No, I didn't want her to see me, as glad as I was to have her by my side.
"The dead girl," I say, trying to make myself sane.
"What dead girl?"
"Jeannie Richardson. I saw her," I paused. Pain jolted throughout my head. "Periapt was only half right."
"What do you mean?" I could tell she didn't know what I was talking about. I seemed all right in my own mind, but could I really not make any sense at all?
"It's not just energy."
"I don't understand."
My mind was going a thousand miles a minute, pounding against my skull and bones. The headache was almost unbearable become worse and it became a struggle to communicate. "She's out there, alive in the wires. Her will is strong. She can live in the object around you."
Not even I understood myself now. I was trying to tell her Jeannie was on that site, haunting it, causing the poor people who accidentally stumbled upon that site, to be murdered. Blood starting dripping out of my nose and onto my face, but I didn't care. Poor terry was looking at me with dreadful eyes. She seemed almost upset that I lied to her. That I went on that site, and became a bumbling idiot.
"Don't go there alright. Promise me," I told her, seeming calm, but a force came out of me, showing my true concern for her.
I began to yell, as the medics lured me away into the van. "Tell me you won't go there.Don't go there.Promise me you won't go there.Don't go there!" my words repeating over each other. I really didn't want her to go on that site. I was scarring Terry because I was going insane. No! I wouldn't let that happen. I needed to calm down. Needed to figure out how I was going to stay sane, survive that stop that son of a bitch doctor.
The doors slammed, as I caught a last glimpse of that beauty standing drenched in the rain. I lied down and the medics started to attend to me. "What happened?" One of them said.
"Got to close," I smirked, feeling light headed.
"To what?"
"My curiosity got the better of me. I needed to find the truth and got what was coming to me."
"To what happened to that girl earlier here."
"Not just Denise. It's the Website, it's Alistair. There both connected to Jeannie."
The medic gave me a concerned/confused look, like I was psycho babbling. I knew I was, and I knew that Terry worried I was loosing my mind. No one understood me, and no one would until I figured out what the hell was up with that site. All I knew is that Jeannie was a vengeful ghost killing innocent humans for wondering onto the site. First thing was, I needed to get out of the hospital.
Who knows how long I had been on the ground, but my head was killing me. I get up slowly, trying to focus on everything, but a single white line was in the middle of my vision. Dammit, I yell at myself, wishing I had an aspirin. My sight had also become blurred, making it hard for me to walk straight. I had made it out to the lobby, holding onto the walls for support; I was in no condition to drive home.
Silence filtered the apartment complex and I wished for any sign of human contact. Shit! The sound of thousands of skittering feet skitter across the hall. I whirl around to see nothing, but only those damn florescent lights that dim the complex. This place had always given me the creeps. Bouncing repetitively continued towards my way, as a white ball rolls to my feet. What the fuck is going on here? I pick up the ball, examining it. It looks vaguely familiar. Scanning it, a singeing sensation burns my hands and I drop it in pain.
I watch as the ball starts melting and deforming into something horrid and I make a run for the elevator. I can hear it bouncing closer towards me. Fuck. I make a mad dash to the opening/closing elevator doors just in time. I hit the buttons to close the sliding door just as the sphere draws ever so closer. I press more buttons to get me to the main floor. Jesus Christ! I tell myself, breathing heavily, listening to the humming of the elevator. The car moves as if it were actually working, but when the doors open again, I see the same lobby to Denise's place as before. This isn't right. I tell myself and push the correct buttons this time. I lean against the wall and turn to my right. Shit! I yell seeing a ghastly woman in my sight.
I don't remember her coming in. "Sorry. Did I scare you?" She says, applying her lipstick.
Who was this woman? She looked oddly familiar. Like I had seen her once before, but I couldn't see behind her Vail. The elevator beeped and the door slid open, out into the lobby. The ghostly woman walked out, dropping a pair of her gloves. I hesitated, but bent down to pick them up. "Miss you dropped." I say but am stopped when she lashes out in front of me and an image of a horrid woman screaming burns into my mind.
That mysterious woman I saw just now, was Jeannie, and those images placed before me were her yet again. Images of her being killed. Images of her being cut up, all through Jeannie's mind. Images of her pain, all entering my brain. It hurt like hell, worse than before and I gritted my teeth, taking it all in. everything went completely black and I was out.
I don't know how long I slept in the darkness, maybe I was awake the whole time, swallowed in oblivion, but those nightmares wouldn't go away. Jeannie's pain and torture, through the eyes of her own, floating within my memory, but my own fears were coming after me. Dreams of my past. I dreamt of my father. Dreamt of when I was a little kid. Watching the things he'd done to me, threatening me and eventually beating me. Replaying the events over and over in my sleep, as if feeling the pain once again. I feared that he would come after me and eventually murder me.
"Mike?" A voice calls out to me, as a cold hand is placed upon my neck. "He's alive. Get him out of her," that same calm-toned male voice says.
"It was her," I say, not fully understanding myself.
"Excuse me?" That voice asks.
"The woman I was looking for."
"Who is that, Detective?"
I finally had opened my eyes and we made it outside. Thank god I was no longer tapped in that place. They had laid me onto a gurney and were taking me to the hospital. I doubt they could help what I had just been diagnosed with. Blood coming out of your eyes and nose, dying your worst death. There was no cure. "Who was that?" I say, questioning the young medic, "I saw her."
Who'd you see?" A beautiful voice asks me. Terry! No, I didn't want her to see me, as glad as I was to have her by my side.
"The dead girl," I say, trying to make myself sane.
"What dead girl?"
"Jeannie Richardson. I saw her," I paused. Pain jolted throughout my head. "Periapt was only half right."
"What do you mean?" I could tell she didn't know what I was talking about. I seemed all right in my own mind, but could I really not make any sense at all?
"It's not just energy."
"I don't understand."
My mind was going a thousand miles a minute, pounding against my skull and bones. The headache was almost unbearable become worse and it became a struggle to communicate. "She's out there, alive in the wires. Her will is strong. She can live in the object around you."
Not even I understood myself now. I was trying to tell her Jeannie was on that site, haunting it, causing the poor people who accidentally stumbled upon that site, to be murdered. Blood starting dripping out of my nose and onto my face, but I didn't care. Poor terry was looking at me with dreadful eyes. She seemed almost upset that I lied to her. That I went on that site, and became a bumbling idiot.
"Don't go there alright. Promise me," I told her, seeming calm, but a force came out of me, showing my true concern for her.
I began to yell, as the medics lured me away into the van. "Tell me you won't go there.Don't go there.Promise me you won't go there.Don't go there!" my words repeating over each other. I really didn't want her to go on that site. I was scarring Terry because I was going insane. No! I wouldn't let that happen. I needed to calm down. Needed to figure out how I was going to stay sane, survive that stop that son of a bitch doctor.
The doors slammed, as I caught a last glimpse of that beauty standing drenched in the rain. I lied down and the medics started to attend to me. "What happened?" One of them said.
"Got to close," I smirked, feeling light headed.
"To what?"
"My curiosity got the better of me. I needed to find the truth and got what was coming to me."
"To what happened to that girl earlier here."
"Not just Denise. It's the Website, it's Alistair. There both connected to Jeannie."
The medic gave me a concerned/confused look, like I was psycho babbling. I knew I was, and I knew that Terry worried I was loosing my mind. No one understood me, and no one would until I figured out what the hell was up with that site. All I knew is that Jeannie was a vengeful ghost killing innocent humans for wondering onto the site. First thing was, I needed to get out of the hospital.