The Night Terror
CHAPTER 11
This nightmare is more of a night terror, a phenomenon. It feels as if I might die from the pain inside my brain.
Desperately trying to wake up
Screaming for help,
yet nobody comes.
leaving bedroom on hands and knees, clawing way to the stairs.
Everything I see in that place isn't real.
Yet seems to be tangible.
Asking myself if everything looks right, are there any clues to say that my dreams has a connection on everything. So either I am in a nightmare or this is another inevitable reality. He asked how I know what I know; yet I feel like I was clueless on everything happened. It was the most intense nightmare and was never more glad to see the light of day yet I don't want to make it stop. The nightmare was always the same.
Paralyzed
Naked
Cold
In spite of the fact that maybe Blade has a point in reference to 1720, I want to discover more, it might be crazy thinking that I may take it seriously but there is a strange feeling that maybe he gave me the answer from my million questions.
"Rum instead of coffee at the middle of the night?" it was Lock holding brewed from his shop
"Can't sleep?" ticking and tacking of her red stilettos was the only noise interrupting us
"nah! nightmare" I simply stated staring blankly on the table
"what's with the dream?" Price seated on the table top
"it was dark… full of fear… I can't barely move… I-I can't barely speak" stating those lines makes my hair stands on its end, it gives me shiver as I reminisce each scenes. "And there was Blade standing asking me to help them" drinking the glass of rum gives me a relief and relaxing sensation.
"them? Who?" Gray automatically drop a plate of Swiss ham and toast bread in front of me.
"Mr. and Mrs. Chase from 1720 article" as I spoke, everyone shut what they're doing and stare blankly as if there are something on they're mind.
"You mean Lawrence and Patricia?... what do you mean help?" Lycko suddenly broke the silence covering each one of us.
"I don't know either… It was Blade who asked me to help him… to help them" I quickly devoured the ham as I speak to avoid the chills that wants to let out from my body.
"Should we believe your nightmare?" Lycko asked me again
"There's nothing wrong if we believe princess… it might help us to discover the answers" Price convincingly stated and slowly walk towards the direction of his sister and sit beside her.
"it's just a nightmare… let it pass… it's over, we all know that there is another us… there are supremos… we need to focus on them, we need to know who they really are and know their intentions, not focusing in this stuffs that merely either just a simple nightmare cause of Pendelton's anxiety" She effortless stated looking forward and sharply into my eyes directly.
I can see anger
Looking directly into her eyes; it was heartbreaking seeing her like this. My heart grief that comes in waves, grueling, as if it was stealing appetite and sleep alike. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps in time the edges will dull. It feels like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments it chokes the breath from my body and short circuits my mind.
What was once whole is shattered
Where once was peace is emptiness,
Echoes of a love I put my everything into. With each passing day she takes another step away. The glow in her eyes, its different.
It's not the same anymore.
Breaking the staring situation to avoid making any tension between us. Clenching my fist holding the glass of rum and drink it as if it was just water.
"Hey! Hey! I wish I could convince you into this but please just this one Lycko" Lock hold her hands trying to convince me and there it is a million needle that slowly hurting me inside.
"Fine!" she stated with her face looks so irritated
"So… where do we start?" Gray stated avoiding the tension between us rise
Is that fucking obvious?
"I don't know when to start" I blankly stated.
"oh! That's our fucking problem! No one knows when to start!" Gray bitterly stated a joke.
Stupid jokes!
Silence accompany us at that very moment, the only noise from the clock was echoing on that room.
"I know when to start" all of us automatically looks at her. She was playing her devil dagger as if she was playing a toy knife
"H-How?" Price attentively ask
"Remember the day I broke to Richardson's house? I saw chemicals that simply used in embalming and preserving, others may use it in prosthetic design purposes" she calmly stated. In observation, each one of us silently trying to recall that incident.
"I don't get it" Gray stated
"From the very beginning, it is hard for me to believe that Copper was death. Remember the night of October 3rd? The murder amassed everyone, even the police doesn't find any clues. Copper Richardson's body found bloated by bank waters, no bruises, no scars and even gunshots either any sign that he was being attacked. Yet he was dead? The autopsy result stated that he was being poisoned and being drowned, either way I don't believe any of it." She stated clearly word by word.
"One of the signs of drowning would be large amounts of froth present around nostrils and mouth of the victim in freshly drowned bodies. This froth is also present in the upper and lower airways but as I observe his nostrils and mouth there is no sign of froth. It's just wet, a freshly wet body… as per the issue of Copper being poisoned, Unchanged poisons or the victim's metabolites usually leave the body in the urine, feces or sweat. The movement of poison from the blood into urine takes place in the kidneys, and the movement of poison from blood into breathed-out air takes place in the lungs. leaving any signs on the corpses that it was being poisoned."
"Fuck! That makes sense" I amazingly stated. "How do you know about this things?" I asked again
"Working in forensics makes me think this way. Believe it or not I restudy the corpse yet I don't find any leads. No evidences, so I scrape a sample from the body's skin and even pieces of its organs and run some tests to confirm the things I actually suspected." She intentionally cut her talking and drink her milkshake.
"so what's the result?" Price asked
"The day before the so-called funeral, I've already find a way to go inside the house of Richardson's, that room gives me a disturbing atmosphere that automatically gives me chills as if something is giving me a welcome hug as I enter his room, it's horrifying. I saw a disturbing kit box located under his bed." As she casually stated those lines, she pulls out some films from her leather jacket and throw it in the middle of the table. Out of curiosity, each one of us grab it and attentively observe.
This girl was amazing
"I took a photo of it, so I can have references in case of emergencies. It is a package yet it's odd, having an uneven shape helps me to indicate that the contents of the package are suspicious. Having bulges, hard spots, or an overall uneven appearance, as you can see, it also has a powdery substances or oily stains on the outside of the package. Seems like I can also notice oily stains or discoloration on the outside of the package—"
"Why did Copper have prosthetics?" Knight-Lock suddenly speaks and cut Lycko's explanations
"exactly! Why do Copper himself keep either use prosthetics?" Price suddenly stated a conclusion
"does these things belongs to Copper?" I asked Lycko about it
"maybe no or maybe yes" Gray stated
"hey guys look at the corner left of this photo, it has a bullet" Gray added
"is it the bullet you make me handle for any results?" Lock asks Lycko
"yes, the one we use on the play of Pendelton" she calmly stated
"That's not my point, I also saw Foam latex… CFX eerie make-up melted wax and prosthetic fake blood. There are also lots of embalming chemicals in the area and cadaver bag." She stated tapping her heels on the marble floor
"So, what's the point?" Gray curiously asked
"The point is, maybe it was not all about Copper at all. Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Richardson has something to deal with it.--"
"You mean Richardson's has something to deal with 1720 Chase's?" I cut her and asked sarcastically
"Jesus Christ! I didn't say they have a connection literally. My point is what if Lawrence and Patricia was the root of everything?" She's pissed
"but the article stated that Lawrence and Patricia was being murdered by the onlooker thingy. How are we supposed to patched everything up? Hundred years passed" Price stated calmly
"Are we even sure about that onlooker? Or maybe the onlooker just framed everything up? are we sure that the so-called onlooker was real? It's just an article we don't even know if that's the truth… besides the articles from 1720 doesn't mention about the corpse being found right? What if the couple just made it up? What if the faked death game started that very moment?... so many what if's right? Yet it can be our lead to start thinking like literally out of the box" she clarifies every single lines she stated
"you're amazing!" Gray stated having an unbelievable look towards his sister
"So, I've thinking this whole time, what if the Newly couple has an evil plan towards our town in that very moment?" She added
"It is given that maybe they planned and make everyone believe that they're dead but why is their plan never worked on that year? According to the article it was the tragic one that happened that year, no more added problems in town" I stated making it more complicated to answer
"Nah! they don't need year yet they need years. Heard it right, it slowly happening by the time they planned, by the time they choose to make everything works… stop making it complicated… remember the dates—"
"1720, 1820, 1920, 1948… the dates imprinted on the old newsprints!" I hissed
"and… 1901" Price utter
"exactly!... those newsprints came from the Richardson's right?" she asked me again and I just nodded.
How can she think all of it the whole time?
"I've just thinking that maybe the Richardson's was the today's generation of Chase's?" she shrugged her idea that makes everyone stop from moving within a second.
"what do you mean Hermana? Knight-Drain was the newest generation of Chase?" Lock shrugged against her idea
"no! I get it. Guys! Here's the thing, me and Knight-lock was the latest generation of Chase right? But Friedrich and Dorothy Chase's generation" I added
"so, you mean there's another Chase in town?" Gray asked out of disbelief
"No! he means that maybe someone pretend to be another Chase in town and it started from Lawrence and Patricia Chase" Lycko answered
"So there are impostors?" Price commented
"Maybe yes or may be no, but the thing is Lawrence and Patricia's generation is continued by the Richardson's…" she added
"yet what is the connection of Blade from everything? and what is the reason behind all of this?... how Copper pretend to be murdered… how Blade connects to everything?" I asked
"The reason is for us to find out… WHO and WHY?" she commented.