Chapter 10
After thinking about the memory, it was hard for Chris to enter Jack's house and look for whatever he needed to find. The hallway actually appeared darker than before, and Chris was a little frightened to approach it.
And that was the problem. What was he searching for? He had no idea, but he figured he'd know it when he saw it. The first place he thought of to go was the living room. Chris would start there and work his way through the house.
Walking through the hallway, Chris felt a tingle at the back of his neck. It was strange being in Jack's house alone, especially since Jack was dead. There was a branching in the hallway, with a door on the left and a door a little further on the right. The left led to the kitchen, and the right led to the living room, so Chris continued down the hallway and hooked a right.
The living room was just as dark as the hallway before it, but Chris knew his way around the house well enough. He went to the light switch in the right corner of the room and flicked it on. The light flickered, but didn't go on. Chris flipped the switch a couple more times until the light sputtered to life.
The room was splashed with bright yellow and Chris's eyes had to close shut for a while, being adjusted to the darkness. When he could finally stand to open them, he glanced around the room. It was messy; whenever Chris had been over before, it had been absolutely dirty, with beer bottles strewn all over the floor and stains on the carpet.
They must have cleaned a bit, because it wasn't as bad as before. Stepping around the pizza box on the floor, Chris went to the stairs. He couldn't find anything of interest in the living room, so he climbed the staircase and entered Jack's room.
The place had been cleaned because of the murder, and the bed and bedding was gone. But the smell was still there, and Chris gagged on it. He had never actually been at a crime scene, and it was a shock to his body, especially because it was only a day from the murder.
After regaining composure, Chris started to sift through Jack's things. The mirror was bloody, for some reason. But Jack had been killed in his bed, and the mirror was across the room from where Jack slept.
Walking closer, Chris could see that the blood actually spelled words. Scrawled across the mirror were these words:
GO BACK TO THE DREAM
The words couldn't have been there when the police showed up, because they would have wanted to take the mirror for evidence.
"Either someone is messing around or these words were written for me. I don't understand."
Chris stared back at the letters, but they had changed. They now read:
I'LL EXPLAIN LATER
"What the fuck! They changed! Is... Is this Jack?"
Again the letters had changed.
YES. BUT RIGHT NOW, YOU NEED TO SAVE JESSIE
"Why? Where is she?"
SHE CAN BE FOUND AT FRANK'S. HURRY!
Chris didn't stick around for anymore. He didn't know what the fuck was going on, but he had to take what was written to heart and get the hell out of there. And that's what he did.