Chapter 6: He is Coming for You!

"That's the man you saw in your dreams, Kelly?" John's voice was laced with a hushed urgency, his eyes fixed on the flickering screen of William's phone.

Kelly nodded, her gaze glued to the grainy image, a chilling confirmation of her darkest fears. "Yes...yes, that's him."

William remained silent for a long moment, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, settled on Kelly. "Can you tell me what you dreamt of?"

Kelly hesitated, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She recounted the chilling vision, the shadowed figure, the suffocating darkness, the relentless pursuit. As she spoke, William's eyes narrowed, a grim understanding settling in their depths.

"Your nightmare is a stark warning, child. Stay away from this man. Do not seek your sister. She may already be...gone. Just be certain of this: if he knows of you, he will stop at nothing to reach you." William's voice, though low, held a chilling conviction, a chilling echo of the shadows in Kelly's dreams.

"How did you record all this?" Kelly asked, her voice laced with a mixture of apprehension and awe.

"My house is equipped with security cameras," William replied, his voice a low rumble. "I live a secluded life, and I take precautions. As do most who live in these forgotten corners."

"Do you know more about this man?" Kelly pressed, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes.

"I know little, child," William said, his gaze returning to the phone. "But one thing I do know is that he frequents this road. I do not know how quickly he moves, how far he reaches. I stay here, in this house. I have things to finish, things I must attend to. That is why I lit the bulb, why I always leave it on. He cannot take anything from me. I have nothing left to give except myself. And I know he does not favor the aged."

John, unable to hold back, broke the tense silence. "Umm, so, he picks adults or teenagers?"

William's gaze flickered to Kelly, then to John. "He sometimes picks adults, but he favors the young," he said, his words heavy with unspoken dread.

Kelly, despite her knowledge of the man's existence, felt a chill crawl down her spine. "Um, can you transfer that video to my phone? I want to check it." She handed him her phone, a desperate plea for more information, for a way to understand the terrifying reality that now loomed before her.

"Of course! I can, but I want you to promise me one thing," William said, his gaze meeting Kelly's and then John's.

"Yeah, sure," John replied, looking at Kelly for reassurance.

"I want you to not tell anyone that I live here. Or do not even speak of someone living here. Because then, everything will become complicated." William's voice was laced with a sense of urgency, his words echoing the silent threats that hung in the air.

"We promise you. Don't worry. Just transfer that video to my phone, and we'll be on our way," John said, and they both agreed. He transferred the video to her phone, and then they said goodbye to each other and parted ways.

Kelly and John started walking along the road. It would take a maximum of one hour to reach their home on foot. There were no taxis around here; the place was too creepy. But being with your partner, you wouldn't feel that much scared. John asked Kelly, "Kelly, do you think what you are doing is the right thing? I think you should give those evidences to the police, so that they can do the rest. Just pull your hands from this. Why are you even trying to rescue your sister who wasn't even there when you needed her? Why are you doing this? Let her family suffer. Why are you suffering along with them? Of course, I accept what you say, and it's always true, but this one, I'm totally against it." He spoke harshly, his voice tinged with concern for her safety.

Kelly looked at him for a moment, understanding the undercurrent of his words. He was speaking out of concern for her. She didn't get angry. Instead, she replied, "Don't worry, John. We will figure something out. Let's just go, okay? I am too tired, and my head is hurting." She looked exhausted, her brow furrowed with pain.

"Look, Kelly, nothing about this old guy makes sense. How can he put cameras in his house without this man who walks in the dark noticing it? Even though the man walks around this street mostly. How can you believe him?"

"I know. I was asking myself that too." Kelly's voice was laced with doubt.

"It's him who should be asked, Kelly."

"I think that old guy will have to spill some secrets too."

"I cannot believe you're going to believe what he will say further. Who knows, he might have told that man about us too!"

Kelly's head was unable to bear all this stress.

"Would you just fucking shut up?" she said, a little louder than she expected.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to carry you?" John stopped her from walking, knowing she was tired.

"Umm, where?" Kelly said, a smile creeping onto her lips.

"Do you want on my back or on my arms?" John stretched out his arms.

"Um, I want you to carry me on your back. Is that okay with you?" Kelly asked, looking like a cute cat.

"Everything is okay with me. As long as you are safe," John said, and knelt down. She was wearing a small bag on her back. She hopped onto his back, and John carried her as he started walking. Her hands were around his neck, and her chin rested on his shoulder. They were talking and laughing.

After a few meters, Kelly said, "Am I so heavy for you? I mean, if you are tired, put me down!" She cared for her friend.

"Don't worry. And since when were you heavy? You're not even eating well at all! You have to eat." John smiled.

"Thank you, John... I wouldn't be here without your support. I might have gotten angry at you, but you have a special place in my heart, always. And it's irreplaceable," said Kelly sincerely.

"Ugh…Kelly…how many times do I have to tell you, don't get emotional in front of me?!? I can't bear it. You are special to me and always will be," said John, smiling.

They walked all along the road, and finally they reached home. John put her down, and she started searching for a key in her bag. She saw John stretching his back to the left and right. Kelly smiled and said, "Sorry, I think your body is in pain."

"Don't worry. It just needs rest," he said, smiling.

She found the key and they got in. She went to her room, leading John to his own room. Whenever John wants to stay the night with her, he has his own room and he sleeps in there. Kelly unlocked her room and forgot to ask John if he had any clothes so that he could change. She then went to his room and knocked at the door, but no one opened it. "John!" she shouted, but he didn't answer. She then opened the door knob and entered the room. No one was there, but she could hear water running in the bathroom. "He's probably taking a shower. But what is he going to change into?" she said and went to the dresser to see if he had changes of clothes, but nothing was there. She was thinking when the bathroom door opened, and John got out with a towel wrapped around his waist, but barely naked above his waist. Kelly didn't notice him when she heard someone shout, "What the fuck are you doing here?" John yelled, covering his upper body.

Kelly looked back, and when she saw him, she burst into laughter. She was crying and in pain from her stomach. John was stunned.

"Why are you laughing?" John asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Nothing…nothing at all," said Kelly, trying to stop laughing.

"What are you doing in my room in the first place?" John asked, trying to stop smiling too.

"I came here to see if you had any clothes so that you could change, but it seems like you don't even have pants," said Kelly, still smiling, showing her white teeth.

"Uh…I forgot that…but you know you can lend me one of your dresses!?!" John looked down, a smirk playing on his face.

"Dress? You want to wear a dress? Why not? Of course, I will bring it for you. I don't have clothes that fit your worked-out body, so you will wear a dress, okay?" said Kelly, almost ready to burst into laughter again.

"Whatever! Ifyou have short trousers, it's okay with me! Just bring any clothes that can fit me," said John, and went back into the bathroom. Kelly smiled and went to her room. After a few minutes, she came back with clothes in her hands. She threw the clothes on the bed and said, "You can wear this. It fits you well." She looked at the clothes, then at John again.

John looked at the clothes, then back at Kelly. "You want me to wear this? Seriously?" he said, raising one eyebrow.

"Why not? It's good. Just wear it," said Kelly, smiling. The clothes were tight trousers with a girly T-shirt.

"It's the only trouser I have that fits you. Just wear it, John," said Kelly, wrapping her arms around her chest. John picked up the clothes and saw them, then looked at Kelly.

"Not even when the hell breaks loose," John said, and went out of his room, heading to hers. Kelly ran after him, but it was too late. He got in and shut the door on her.

"John, what are you doing? Open the door!! You know that's not fair!" She banged on the door, but she couldn't open it. She kept banging on the door when, after a few minutes, it opened, and John came out with a cloth – an oversized, soft trouser with a sweater and a hood, which really looked like male clothes and which really looked awesome on his body. Kelly looked at him for a moment with amusement while he was showing her the cloth on his body by moving around like the catwalkers do...

"Oh! You look good now," mumbled Kelly, and went to her room to take a bath and change her clothes. John smiled back and went downstairs to the living room.