Chapter3 A little weird!

A little weird!

Finn was in the living room seeing his favourite show, patiently waiting for his mother at about 8pm. He had texted his mom to come along with pizza and a jar of milk.

He's been hearing some creaks and breaks which made him scarier, he'd turn back and see nothing, it would be a total silence. He turned the volume two times louder to avoid any more noises, until heard the 'ding dong' sound. 

He rushed to the door with a grin yet no one was there, he could only see a woman next door taking out the trash bag smoking a cigarette, he was dismayed. He was sure that he had the door bell ring.

He sat back curling up under a white light blanket, after 10 minutes again the door bell rang continuously. He ran to the cupboard where there was a pack of knives neatly arranged, he took out one and headed to the door. He opened the door holding out the knife ready to stab, his mother called out in shock

  "Finn!" 

  "Mom?" He almost made a mess, he thought instantly.

  "Do you think you could actually hit a cop with a broom?" She was sarcastic but right. She walked in with a carton of pizza and milk smiling at his attempt.

He realized that he's been holding a broom, he was shocked as well. He could vividly remember taking a knife from its pack returning to the door.

  "I held a knife!" He said underneath his breathe, he raised his head and saw the same figure standing before him with burning eyes, another shock, he screamed yanking the door as hard as he could. His mother approached holding him tightly and asked.

  "What's wrong Finn, did you see a ghost or something?"

  "It was right here!" He snapped in a shaky voice, trying to convince his mother. 

  "What was right there? What are you talking about, honey?" She asked in chaos. 

  "The figure from my dreams! It was at the door!"

She opened the door tilting her head and refraining to shut the door again, she turned to him.

  "There's nothing, i can't find anything, you should rest for a while! Come now! Sit!" She dragged him gently to the couch as he sat looking dumb stricken.

She quickly prepared a glass of coffee and handed it to him, she sat next to him too.

  "This should help you relax!"

He took and sip and turned to her, his weary eyes made her think twice. 

  "Finn, don't you think we should see a doctor?" She asked 

  "No need! It will always come around and everyone will think I'm nuts...I'm crazy..."

  "But honey, its not ok! You held a broom when i walked in lately, that's not normal?!" She cautioned

  "I held a knife!" He said defiantly

  "That's what im talking about. This attitude! I saw a broom not a knife! You are not ok? Can't you see?" She countered

  "Do you think I'm going crazy?"

  "N..No! Not at all! You probably need a therapist around, the nightmares, the screams, the objects, the figures don't make sense, logically! You need a doctor..." She sighed heavily holding her head leaning backwards.

  "Mom, its pointless! Definitely not a doctor!"

She rose up immediately

  "Then what Finn? I heard about the incident earlier and so I can't lose my son to some hallucinations or some mystery, i did once and not again!" She scolded

  "It ain't no hallucinations...I'm sober and i know what I'm saying..." He almost scolded too

  "...You are seeing a doctor! You are all i got." She stood up to leave. "Maybe it's all my fault that i ain't got no time for you but i wish i could do better, I've got to work to give you the best future not some mystery! I'm counting on you so you got to do this for me ok?"

  "Yes Mom!" He agreed after a second thought but certainly he knew it was pointless at this point. He only needed answers not some therapy that would require answers to questions. He followed her to the counter as she took the carton of pizza and placed before them alongside some fruit juice. He ate like someone chased him, he rushed the food, she was saddened that her son had not eaten. He couldn't eat because of the previous cookie incident. Even the tiniest things became a threat to him, everything living or not could frighten him regardless.

Finn had to retire to bed but he was scared again, He's had a handful of dreary events lately yet he's scared that the moment he closes his eyes, things would fall apart again.

His mother had checked up on him already, even if her son was 17, he'd always remain her baby boy, she placed a kiss on his forehead after he had struggled to retract.

  "Mom, I'm not a baby!" He blurted in defiance

  "You could find no other mother than myself, Finn!" 

She walked out of the room swinging in her purple satin pajamas. He looked up into the ceiling while lying on his back, he was sleepy. Every night, Finn hates moments when he has to fall asleep. He could not get hold of the eeriness he felt then he turned to his side, where the flowered designed alarm rested on the surface of the drawer. Beside it was his cell phone and headphone. He took up his phone and texted Lindsey withoit hesitation.

            *Still up?*

                                                *Yeah! Wanna come?"

He smiled at her teasing question, he felt tingled, butterflies

            *I would if you want?*

                                               *Silly! Why you up?*

            *Can't sleep!!!!!*

                                               *Oops! We'll talk tomorrow*

They exchanged texts which made him feel a little bit better.

He's always had eyes on like Lindsey since fifth grade but never had the courage to profess his feelings. Her countenance made him mesmerize, her beautiful eyes and strawberry lips drew him closer to her. He began to think about her suddenly and pictured them make out at a park that had lots of little children bombard and run around with loud sounds of giggles, you could tell through the excitement; there was nothing to worry about. A textbook that fell off the shelf adjacent his direction to the ground which startled almost to death. He panted heavily until it died off completely. He laid to sleep then finally decided to turn off the lamp beside him, the room turned overly dark that he couldn't see through. He chose to sleep instead, nature can not be cheated so he fell asleep within a blink.

For some unknown reasons,

The alarm clock buzzed a minute to 3am, he opened his eyes gently and slowly trying to fight back the sleepiness. He tried to lift up his body to sit upright but his wrist was clutched to a rod, he couldn't remember doing such a thing before bed yet he was clutched. 

The rooms' illumination turned red, he watched bloody footprints paste its marks on the wall moving back and front. He was petrified, he couldn't yell or scream for his mother to hear him call aloud, his lips had glued against each other with a tape. Random sounds penetrated through his walls, he heard sounds of children cry out for help.

  "Finn! Help us. Help us, Finn! Did you really have to take the balloons?"

 The noises approached closer and closer. Suddenly he heard Lindsey cry out for help, he heard sounds of a whip lashimeg her while she screams his name. He was getting out of control on the bed and these screams got louder and louder, bloody footprints emerged from the walls to the floor except for the black figure which was not present. 

He had tried to get off the shackles around his wrist but he couldn't, he screamed behind the tape but he voice was unheard and finally a young lady in black surfaced at the edge of his bed as her black painted lips curved into a  smirk, her black painted finger nails were elongated and sharp, her dark hair swirled as she drew closer stretching her arm towards him.

  "Dear Finn! I wouldn't hurt you, i am here to save you! Give me your hand! Give me your hand!!..." She said whispering underneath her breath, the whispers of her voice doubled, tripled then uncountable but Finn tried to scream at the top of his voice as his mouth widened in accordance until the the tape demarcated into equal halves. 

He rose up from sleep instantly and abruptly panting breathinglessly sweating profusely at 6am dot, the alarm that rung actualkey which woke him up, 

  "lt was never 3am!" He said to himself. 

He turned on the lamp beside him that shone around like the sun, illuminating every hook and cranny. He sat up on the bed rubbing his head simultaneously and roughly, he got down from the bed and headed to the bathroom staring into the mirror before him. The corners of his mouth ached from a severe pain, his wrist ached leaving behind a bruise, it turned red.

He washed off his favee then headed back to bed, he sat on the edge of it trying to recall what must have happened with his head to the ground, rubbing slowly his bruised wrist. His dream felt surreal that he could bet on it that everything was reality not just a nightmare. He lifted up his eyes to the wall then he saw the two equal halves of the tape pasted on the wall, he got terrified again.

His mother knocked then walked in with a mug of hot chocolate, she saw the look on face which seemed like another nightmare. His grey shirt had been soaked in sweat.

  "Finn, did yiru have another nightmare?" She asked handing him the mug but when he looked inside, it was a mug full of blood not chocolate.

  "Go on! It will help, its chocolate honey, your favorite!" She coaxed pressing her fingers against his gently. He was frightened again because the person before his was the lady from his dream that overtook his mothers' face. "Drink up, now!" He heard her say to him, the lady's icy voice, cold and calm silent whispers.

He threw the mug to the ground panting heavily again while his mother stood still and asked in confusion.

  "Are you alright! I prepared it myself!"

  "I saw her...she was right here...who's blood did you give to me Mom?!" He jabbered almost tearing but sh had broken into tears already.

  "What are you talking about Finn, i could never give you blood. What are you talking about?" She asked 

  "It was blood Mom, thats not chocolate!!!" He reminded of what he had seen. He was losing control as she fondled him into her embrace tightly

  "Its ok my boy, you're fine now!" She coaxed

  "Im not mother! I could never sleep through the night without a nightmare...do you think that i might be haunted?" He asked in a husky voice

  "Shhh! Hush now, Finn! There's no such thing as being haunted, it doesn't exist and even if it does then it once did but not anymore!" She explained

  "No Mom, don't say it! Don't just say it!!" He instructed 

  "Ok ok ok. I won't say it!" She said to him. "I'll prepare breakfast, come down soon after freshening up!"

Finn slid his fingers into his silky hair and rubbed it, he was confused and already suffering and additional migraine. He entered into the shower as he placed his right arm on the wall while his read fell downwards trying to think straight since he desperately needed to end a nightmare of over 5 years, it was frustrating to him. He stared at the rush of the water that sank into the drain, his eyes were closed because he felt an unrecognisable sensation flowing through his mind, he was relaxed than petrified. He felt soft fingers that was studded with rings embracing him from behind, and a feminine head resting on his back and caressing him as well

  "Finn dear, i can take your pain away if you come to me. You could leave this dreadful world for good!" The voice echoed in whispers and chuckled in between, it was as if he was in a trance. He's never felt peaceful as this.