Ch. 6 Rosalyn Bishop

The soft feminine brought Rick's wide eyes upwards towards the top of the grand staircase… Rosalyn, but… she looked so solid, she definitely didn't look like a ghost… was he seeing things?

He brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed hard before looking again "This can't be real… Rosalyn Bishop?"

"You came for me… you finally came…" Rosalyn murmured, descending slowly down the steps, the sound of approaching tears in her voice "Ethan, oh my Ethan…"

"Ethan? You keep calling me that…" Rick replied, taking a couple steps forward "My name is Rick, Rick Lewis"

Rosalyn's looked at him in utter confusion and opened her mouth to speak… but suddenly, it felt as if the foyer got a thousand degrees chillier and Rosalyn's expression turned to one of sheer terror, she clutched the banister and sunk down to her knees onto the stairs "He's coming! He's coming!"

"What? Who?" Rick questioned as he took another step forward "Who is coming? What is going on here?!"

Without warning, the door slammed shut and as Rick whirled around in startled shock, he heard the lock click into place "No… no!"

Running for the door, Rick tried turning the doorknob, he tried unlocking the door… but the damn thing was sealed tight… he turned and looked towards the staircase, his breath coming out in chilled fog as he spoke "Rosalyn? Please! What is going on?! Why won't the door open?!"

"He knows you are here… he's angry… he… he is coming… I can feel him coming…" Rosalyn whimpered, she rose shakily and descended the steps, she quickly crossed the expanse of the foyer and grabbed Rick by the wrist "Come with me, quickly! He never goes to the family wing! I … I don't think he can go there!"

Rick was a mess of confusion and fear as he allowed the young woman… whom was supposed to be dead, but felt real as himself… to pull him up the staircase to the second floor, he almost tripped as she jerked him along with her on a sharp turn down to the right down a dimly lit wing of the house… from behind back at the bottom of the staircase, the far off sounds of furniture being thrown and vases being smashed against walls could be heard, along with some of the most chilling near demonic screaming he'd ever heard…

He stopped in his tracks and grabbed a tight hold of Rosalyn's hand to stop her as he stared down the hall with wide eyes "What hell is that? Who is screaming like that?"

Rosalyn took her lower lip between her teeth and chewed nervously, almost as if she feared it wasn't quite yet safe to stop… but something in her eyes as she looked into his face made her decide that perhaps some questions and answering questions was a good idea…

"We… we should be alright by this point…" She murmured "That screaming and things being broken... is Bernard Dubois… but that name means nothing to you, does it?"

Rick stared at Rosalyn absolutely bewildered about why she would think this name should mean anything to him "No, I'm sorry… who this Bernard person? Is he trapped here too? What is going on here, Rosalyn?!"

His torrent of questions look like they'd hit her like a punch to the stomach, the girl's face looked as though she had absolutely no clue how to process what she was hearing… she was quiet for a good solid minute before she murmured softly "Didn't you come to save me? Ethan… do you remember nothing of this place?"

Rick sighed softly in frustration, but somehow found the inner strength to respond calmly enough "Rosalyn… please understand, I'm not sure if I just happen to look like Ethan or if I might be related to him by blood or something… but I am not him… my name is Rick Lewis, I was born in Richmond, Virginia on November 5th in the year 1989… the current year is 2018…"