Twisted Realities and Haunting Illusions

Janet

Friday.

October 2

"Do I have to view the body again?" I stayed in my bed with the sheets covering my entire body. "No, Mr and Mrs turner are going. I'm just telling you." my mom said as she say at the edge of my bed. "Oh," I remove the covers and smile at her. "I missed that cute smile now hurry up and eat those pancakes. Your father and I are taking Aiden to school then go straight to work so the house is all yours." she rushed out making me laugh at how fast she spoke. I sit up in and waited to hear them leave. The door slams and that's when jumped out of bed and freshened up and threw on something simple then are breakfast.

While eating my phone goes off. I huffed because this caller was interrupting my meal. "Hello." I answered trying to sound polite. There was no answer just heavy breathing. "Helloooooo! Fucking weirdo." I hung up and resumed to my pancakes. Moments later it goes off and this time I prepared my voice for this strange person. "Listen here pervert I know you were jacking off cause your heavy breathing says it all!"

"Woah, it's Kayla." my eyes bulge out as my cheek turned red. "I'm so sorry." I apologize as I literally sunk down from the stool by the island to the tiled floor. "Weird caller huh? Me too, dude called me yesterday but the second time he did I didn't answer."

"I think we should let my dad trace the phone call." I said while looking through the call history and saw the number. It looked familiar almost like Quinn's number.

"Oh you don't have to do that this happens to me regularly. You'll get over it."

"Kay, did the number go like this? 1+844-138-6492?"

"No but isn't that Quinn's number?" my eyes twitch and I just let out awkwardly laugh but really I was terrified. "I'm just kidding, so how's work?" I'll just take my mind off if it until kayla's phone call ends. "It's okay I guess, My boss is 2 weeks pregnant so you know who's been getting some." she giggles making me so the same.

"Not me, definitely."

"Don't worry girl you're better off or you might end up like my boss."

"Fingers crossed I'll be pregnantless by the end of 2020." I laugh As I stood to my feet. Don't know how long I was sitting on the floor but I'm okay now, I think.

"I highly doubt that, you're going to move on soon."

"But what if I don't want to move on?" I took up my plate and held the phone between my head and right shoulder because I was about to wash my plate. "That's on you but Quinn would want you to move on because he was real like that."

"You're right but mentally I'm still his girlfriend."

"True, I'll talk to you later, I got work to do." she said before hanging up. I was done washing my plate so all I had to do was sit back and watch some television. Suddenly I felt this urge to call that number. I stare at my phone that was right next to me on the couch I sat on. "No that's impossible." I said to myself.

Mrs. Turner

The mortian led us to my son's casket As we brought his tuxedo from 2012. He loved it so much that he even joked about about being buried in it. If only he knew it would actually come through.

"Now we'll let you view the body one last time before we fix him up." the mortian left and I looked at his body. "My God he's pale." i held my chest in disgusted. "They drained his blood Karen what did you expect." my husband was annoyed but I didn't care. He turned around and I quickly opened One of Quinn's eyes looking at how it would look since he was dead and when I noticed it I felt light headed. That's not my son. Quinn's eyes are green but this boy has a chocolate brown eyes. "Karen what's wrong?" he asked me before everything went black.

Third person

In the dimly lit mortuary, Mrs. Turner laid down in the hospital bed, Quinn. Gheata, the demon of hallucinations and misunderstanding, watched from the shadows with a wicked grin on her face. He reveled in the opportunity to play with the grieving mother's emotions, toying with her fragile state of mind.

Gheata approached her silently. She whispered in a voice that seemed to crawl under her skin, "Karen, your son is not truly gone. He's trapped transylvania, yearning to reach out to you."

Mrs. Turner turned, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and desperate hope. "Who are you? What do you mean he's not gone?" she stammered, her voice shaking.

Gheata continued, her words weaving a web of deception. "I am a messenger Karen, you must act quickly to bring him back. You only have a narrow window of opportunity."

A mixture of confusion and determination crossed Mrs. Turner's face. "Tell me what I need to do! I'll do anything to bring my son back."

Gheata's grin widened, her eyes flickering with a sinister gleam. She began describing a sequence of steps that played on Mrs. Turner's desperation. The demon's illusions were so convincing that Mrs. Turner, fueled by grief and the illusion of a chance to reunite with her son, nodded fervently. "I'll do it. I'll bring my Quinn back."

Gheata disappeared into the shadows, leaving Mrs. Turner with a false sense of purpose and a heart filled with newfound determination.

Janet

Another tragedy has stroke Nashville once again. Aiden's English teacher died in a car accident across the street right in front of my workplace. How can I go back knowing that she took her last breath there? My nap was going well until the phone went off. I look at the caller ID seeing that it was Mr. Turner. "Hey, Mr. Turner what's up?" I sat up from the couch then heard him sigh. "Karen fainted at the morgue today but she's awake now and wants to speak to you."

She wants to speak to me? What on earth could she want to discuss with me? "Okay, I'll be there in 15 to 20 minutes." I said looking at the time it read 12:34 pm. Visiting hours are almost over maybe if I squeeze myself in between. I grabbed my purse and left on a cab. By the time I was at the hospital it was 1:01pm. I ran in and begged the front desk last for 15 minutes of visiting hours. She said yes and I went to the room. As I approached the room Mr. Turner was exiting. We looked at each other then he hung his head down and walked away.

I walk in and she sprung up in excitement. "Janet darling get over here you'll never believe this." she grabbed me and was smiling like the joker. "Quinn's not dead, the body you brought back wasn't him. That boy's eyes were not ocean blue like my Quinn. He's out there in Transylvania scared and alone."

I stared at her like she was crazy and backed up. "I watched Quinn die in my arms. Look Mrs Turner neither of us are taking Quinn's death well but that doesn't give you the right to make things up."

"Janet you have to believe me. Check his body it's in the morgue, before it's too late."

"Crazy bitch." I mumbled before sprinting out of the room and hospital. "Janet what did she tell you?" her husband asked as I ran pass him. I stopped and stayed silent. "Come on Janet tell me." he begged and I just ran out immediately catching a cab. The driver drove off and I started sobbing uncontrollably. "Are you okay ma'am?"

"Yes, just take me home." I whimpered and laid down on the seat. Minutes later the car came to a halt so I sat up. I got out paid him and turned to enter my parent's home. I stopped and went into a corner to find the right keys and out of the blue I hear growling. My heart pounded and a lump appeared in my throat. I look down seeing that it was just my neighbor's Rottweiler, still vicious but it's not like it would bite me. "Hey Ringo." I smile and it charged at me. My reflex reacted so fast that I punched it to the ground. "Oh my God what did you do to ringo!?!?"

"What did I do to ringo?! He tried to attack me!!" I screamed at her then went inside. As I closed the door A memory of that cold night in Transylvania flashed through my mind. That growl was low but yet loud. The Gore of it all. So much blood so much horror. What was that thing. Just then my phone goes off startling me.

I look at the caller ID seeing that it was my aunt aniska. Haven't heard from her since the attack what could she be calling me about now? "Hey." she said cheerfully over the phone which made me confused. "Wassup?"

"Nothing just checking on you, heard that Quinn's funeral is tomorrow how's that going?"

"His parents are in charge of that now, speaking of them. His mom said something weird about him not being dead."

Aunt aniska was silent when I said that. Moments later she cleared her throat. "She's just processing in the wrong way. It happens to the best of us."

I nod in agreed As I stood to my feet. "So when's the memorial service for Uncle Gary happening?"

"We're cremating him next week and sharing the ashes. Your father's getting his share."

"Fair enough and again I'm truly sorry for your lost. We both lost our loved ones on that tragic night." I said and the thought of that hitchhiker came to mind. Should I ask her?

"Aunt aniska before I hang up I wanna ask if the cops started any investigation on the hitchhiker?"

"They're trying to find a DNA of the guy but no luck." I hear her sigh deeply.

"I'm sure a strawn of hair will appear so we can find him. He didn't do anything but something about him was off."

"You remember how he looked?"

"No like I said it was dark plus he had a black hoodie on."

"I saw the dog attack video. That thing that killed Gary and Quinn wasn't a dog but I can't figure out what it was."

"What did you see?"

"It almost looked human the way it stood on two legs like a man. Dogs do that but this was different."

"It could be one of those enormous dog breeds." I shrugged trying to ease her from thinking too much. If there is anything I want right now to forget about this animal or whatever it was that changed my life.

Gheata

When I moved here I forgot what I was for a minute. I'm a demon. A demon of hallucinations and misunderstanding. I wanted to test janet but she was a tough biscuit but when I saw Mrs turner my excitement was out of the roof. She was going to see her dead decomposing son who I have a feeling isn't dead. He doesn't look dead as hell or maybe he's just a attractive corpse but anyway I thought it would've been fun to make the old cunt see some made up shit by going inside of her head.

No one believed her when she claimed to them that Quinn was alive. It was too entertaining to see her going slightly insane.