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6

By the time we got back to my house, I had calmed down quite a bit from my panic, although I still was rather shaken by what I saw. During the ride, I kept thinking and thinking, trying to figure everything out.

If I what I saw was real though, I could make connections I couldn't before. It'd make sense. The kidnappings and murders seemed so illogical and surreal. What if it's not a human doing it? That would make a lot of things work that wouldn't otherwise.

I was also shaken by the realization of one thing. That creature was familiar, the same way that woman in my dream was. I've seen it before, perhaps in my childhood that I can't remember. When kids were going missing just like they are now. When something happened and most of my memories as a child were repressed.

What the hell was going on?

I snapped out of my heavy train of thought when Tim pulled into my driveway, soon turning the truck off. "Is your head still hurting? I can help you inside," he offered as he started to get out of the truck. I shook my head to decline. I was fine enough to walk on my own now.

Going inside, we sat down in the living room and there was a heavy sense of awkwardness and dread in the air. I think we both wanted to talk about what happened earlier, but neither of us wanted to start that conversation. After a minute, I decided to break the silence.

"You know what's going on, don't you?" I ask Tim, looking straight at him. He blinked at me, hesitating to answer. "The way you acted. It gave me the impression you knew exactly what I was talking about. I am an investigator after all, so I pick up on those things." He shifted in his seat before sighing.

He kept his gaze away from me as he started to speak. "So there were also disappearances when I was a kid. I lost a good chuck of my memories of then for a while, though. After a few years, I was dragged back into everything, and remembered a few things. The thing you saw was behind the kidnappings and murders from when I was a kid, and many other cases like it. I'm sure that includes the ones happening now, too.

"That thing, we call it the operator, tried to get me when I was a kid. It failed. It must hate failure, though, because since I was dragged back into this shit, it's been hunting us and trying to kill us. Fixing it's loose ends, I guess." He wasn't explaining things to well to me. Then again, none of this makes much sense so I can't blame him.

I was a bit in shock though. What he described about his childhood felt eerily similar to mine. Did we both experience the same thing?

Something else bothered me about what he said, too.

"We?" I questioned, wondering what he meant by that.

"Myself and a buddy. We both are on the run from it together." He explained, shrugging. He's not alone then. I wonder who this other person is.

Tim leaned back in his seat, looking up at my ceiling. "We may be the reason why it's back here, since it does track us." Oh. Well, that's just great.

I run my hands through my hair, exhaling in exhaustion. What the fuck am I supposed to do about this shit? Am I like Tim? Was I involved as a child, and now thrown back into this? Am I going to be hunted to?

"Holy shit, AM I going to be hunted to?" I exclaim in shock, the realization of everything hitting me. Tim looks at me, confused by what I just blurted out.

"What? I wouldn't say you've gotten involved enough for it to want you dead, (y/n)," He started, looking as if he was really thinking about this. "Then again, we don't really know what makes him tick, so..." I hear him mumble to himself, probably forgetting I can hear him.

I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms and legs out. "Either way, I'll get myself involved." I mindlessly say. That's when I finally get a look from Tim that shows he definitely thinks I'm crazy.

"Do you have a death wish?"

I softly laugh and shrug my shoulders. "Not really, but I have a job. I'm probably already too involved by now anyways, so I'm screwed whether or not I want to be." He shakes his head with a sigh.

"Hey," I start, looking over at Tim. "How about you get your buddy to come by?"