The Apparition Man- Part Forty-Eight #

Chapter Twelve - Part Forty Eight1

+++ Christophers P.O.V +++2

I was in a room, Black like soot with the dirt, grimy walls, revealing there cracks from a flickering light that hung from the ceiling.3

The smell of moss lingered in the air like an old dying plant and insecticide, much like that of the kind Grandma Jean had used to kill the insects in her garden.4

I slowly stepped across the cracked cold concrete of the floor. My eyes becoming more immune to the little light that shone in the room.5

I looked up at the ceiling, watching the light sway mysteriously without reason.6

“Christopher,” I heard her whisper, my eyes darting in front of me to a girl who sat hunched up in a chair, her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.7

As I approached her with caution, my tired weary mind told me that this was all just a dream.8

Was this a dream? It could not be a dream it felt so real, I was almost certain of it.9

My steps got closer, the room got colder and the smell became nearly intolerable.10

The light has stopped swaying, staying still shining its dimness upon the mystery girl.11

It had taken me a while, but I soon realised that she was not the girl I had been expecting to see, but one with a much more ghostly complexion, complimented wit her long tangled Black hair that seems to drape perfectly over her fragile looking body.12

“Come here Christopher,” the voice whispered, echoing throughout the room, bouncing of the walls and into me ears, beckoning me closer towards the girl.13

I was now feet to feet with her.14

I noticed her pale eyelids closed, like her blue lips, closed. 15

She almost looked dead but as I closed my eyes I could hear her breathing. Her breaths short and drawn out as if she was in some kind of deep slumber.16

‘Hello,” I whispered, shivering at the thought of what would be behind those numb, frozen eyelids.17

She did not respond, nor did she move at all, but remained unnervingly still in the hard wooden chair that looked like it was about to collapse from underneath her.
“Who are you?” I questioned her, edging my hand shakily towards her face.18

“Christopher look” the voice echoed again, this time with a heavy tone that seemed to create the sensation of being locked up in a prison chamber were you’re echoes were all you had to keep you company.19

Pulling my hand back swiftly I stepped back.20

Wanting so desperately to know were her voice was coming from, and who this girl was.21

What was she doing here, was this all just a game inside my head?22

“Help me Christopher, save me, take me.”23

This was all getting to be a bit too much for me; my mind was riding so many thoughts in a daze of fear and immense confusion.24

I reached out feeling immensely compelled, a desire so strong, I wanted to touch her lifeless face, to kiss her lips, to make her come alive.25

As if my hand had taken control and had a life of its own, I stretched my arm out, touching her soft skin.26

My mind flashing, memories of talking to the same voice, memories of Grandma Jean making me swallow down those deadly pills.27

Then I saw her, the girl on the jetty, as my eyes closed and the sound of Grandma pulling on the breaks, the screeching of the car as it collided with the truck.28

Then my darkness faded into a blinding golden light.29

***30

“Christopher if you can hear me, try to open you’re eyes.”31

I heard a voice, slightly strange with an American twang; he was asking me to open my eyes.32

Had I fallen asleep?33

I hoped that it was all a dream, that it was a nightmare sent to scare me, although in my conscience I knew it had become my reality.34

“Come on Christopher, open you’re eyes for us,” a familiar voice sounded, his voice all too familiar and that of my dreaded enemy, Doctor Harvey.35

I kept them closed, I could open them, I didn’t feel like they would be forever remaining closed, nor temporarily remain closed, but I wanted to wait until I had heard Grandma Jean’s voice before I opened my eyes.36

“Christopher if you can’t even at least attempt to open you’re eyes we can’t start testing to see if you’re alright, and how would you’re Grandma feel not knowing if you were okay or not, she would feel sick, wouldn’t she Chris.”37

I despised him, acting like he cared, what the hell did he care about me anyway. I knew that he was only here to big note himself.38

I could see his brain churning now, with his egotistical admiration.39

“Hi everybody I’m Doctor fucked-up Harvey, look at me, I’m so great at fixing everybody’s problems, I even prescribe myself medication to get into there minds, By the way did I mention I’m such a pretentious prick, not even my secretary wants to screw me.”40

What the hell did he know; he didn’t even have kids or a wife.41

Suddenly the thought of seeing him again lead me to thoughts of my Grandmother and how he had lured her into his brainwashing scheme, thinking I was so mentally unstable that I should be locked up in a mental clinic.42

Grandma Jean needed me, not him. She did not need him messing with her brain and the longer I kept my eyes shut, pretending that there was something wrong, the more time he had to fill her mind with ideas, ideas that could cost me my freedom.43

So with my mind now set on destroying Harvey’s attempts to destroy my life.44

I took a deep breath, gripping the hard steel bed sides, and opened my eyes, seeing the light for the first time in what felt like decades.