Behind me

Chapter 6-Whispers of the Night

I said goodbye to Mason with a wave and left the restaurant, heading straight home. The night was calm, and the cool breeze of the evening surrounded me as I walked through the moonlit streets.

I arrived home, and upon entering, I found a serene atmosphere. The living room was dimly lit, and the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. I made my way to the kitchen, where I prepared a warm and comforting meal for Detective John, who was tirelessly working on the serial killer investigation.

Entering the office, I found the detective asleep at his desk, a scene that had become all too familiar. He was deeply immersed in the case and often sacrificed his rest to seek justice for the victims.

Carefully, I placed a blanket over him to ensure he was warm and comfortable during his sleep. I left dinner on his desk along with a note, letting him know I had been there and that the meal was ready when he woke up.

Leaving the office quietly, I went straight to my own room. The night was dark, and the sense of calm I had experienced on the way home began to slowly dissipate. As I prepared to go to sleep, the accumulated exhaustion and stress from the day weighed heavily on me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I plunged into a nightmare so terrible it felt like reality. I found myself in a dark and creepy forest, where there was no moon or stars, only complete darkness. The sense of oppression and fear was overwhelming.

As I walked through the forest, I began to hear whispering murmurs echoing through the trees, as if the forest itself were whispering sinister secrets. With each step I took, the whispers grew clearer, whispering my name in a chilling manner.

Suddenly, the darkness lifted slightly, revealing ghostly figures dressed in faded white gowns, like apparitions of lost souls. They were scattered all around, hovering in the air, with no visible faces, just white silhouettes.

The figures started to approach slowly, advancing toward me as the whispers turned into ghostly cries. I tried to flee, but my feet were rooted to the ground, unable to move.

The figures came closer and closer, their skeletal hands reaching out toward me. I could feel the cold touch of their ghostly hands, gripping me, squeezing my body. The screams and whispers filled my ears, becoming deafening.

And then, the figures began to whisper in unison, revealing a terrifying secret. They whispered that they were the victims of the killer, lost forever in the darkness of the forest, crying out for vengeance.

It was at that moment that I woke up, drenched in sweat and with my heart pounding in my chest. The relief of realizing it was just a nightmare was almost as terrifying as the dream itself. The terror of those ghostly apparitions and their macabre whispers continued to haunt my thoughts, leaving me with lasting fear and a sense of despair.

The next day, I skipped school and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Benjamin, the psychologist who had helped me before with my anxiety and nightmares. I knew I could no longer ignore the impact these nightmares were having on my life. It was time to face them head-on and discover what they were trying to tell me.

While waiting in Dr. Benjamin's office, my mind drifted to a not-so-distant past. Two years ago, I had met the doctor due to nightmares and anxiety that were plaguing me. At that time, his guidance and support had helped me overcome many of my afflictions, and I hoped he could do the same now.

Finally, the door to Dr. Benjamin's office opened, revealing a cozy and comforting space. His office was decorated in soothing shades of blue and green, creating a sense of tranquility. There was a large window that allowed natural light to flood in, gently illuminating the room. On the wall, paintings of relaxing landscapes adorned the space, adding to the welcoming atmosphere.