The two figures continued to argue in the night. They screamed in anger and in unison. I watched them as the two spewed venom in their words against each other. It was a hateful scene. A scene that was deadly.
I opened my eyes and squinted at the sight of the full moon's glowy light. The sight of the two figures was just a dream. A vision. I had aches all over my body, probably because I was dragged across the floor by an unknown assailant. I blinked my eyes a few times. My sight was hazy and I needed to focus.
I was lying on a dusty floor. I supported my weight on my arms as I stood unsteadily. I reached for a table beside me and placed my weight on it. My chest hurt like hell. Being dragged across the stairs took a big toll on me. I had bruises all over my body. I winced when I reached for my head. I had a very huge bump on the right side of my temple. A migraine followed after. A migraine, great.
I staggered across the floor. It was my first time to see this room. There was a table in the middle and shelves lined up against each other. Books were scattered on the floor. A large window extended from one end of the room to another. Somehow, de' javu hit me. I had seen this before. And that's when I remembered.
The study room!
This was the study room I dreamt back at Yhan's grandfather's house. This was where I saw Josephine Walter and a man, probably her husband, argued endlessly in this place. This was where I saw her husband pushed her to the window. This was where I saw Josephine Walter, vulnerable.
I slowly walked towards the desk and there it was: the beautiful antique chair where Josephine Walter used to sit. This was where Josephine would look out and adore the scenery of the sea. I headed towards the window. And nothing had changed. The deadly rocky shore below back in the 1900s was still there, waiting to swallow someone in its fatal depths.
" W-Where am I?" I asked myself in a low whisper. I looked around and saw lots of documents lying on the floor. In one corner of the study room, I saw a chest full of newspaper clippings. One particular newspaper headline caught my attention.
I walked towards the chest and pulled it out from the others.
May 1909
BIG REVELATION ON THE WALTERS
Children not from husband
I stood there, still.
And in shock.
One piece of the puzzle has just been found.
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We Were There
HorrorIt is a story of three friends namely Mau, Kim and Yhan and their paranormal experience as they venture onto the unknown. Horror, and thrill await them as they unravel the mysterious death of Josephine Walter, who was murdered by her own husband a c...