The Medium’s Revelations

Alice didn't even have time to process what had just happened.

As the slimy splash sounds grew louder, she closed her eyes, bracing herself.

No, I can't just let this happen!

All she could think about was pushing the threat away so she could escape. She felt a powerful vibration surge from her chest, spreading through her arms. A moment later, there was another SPLASH!—but this time, it was farther away.

When she opened her eyes, the three gray slimes were flattened against the wall across the hallway, looking like giant paint splatters.

This was her chance to run.

Alice bolted down the hall, her heart pounding. She didn't dare look back.

The Rabbit Man's deep voice echoed in her mind, even though his mouth never moved.

"Do you really think you can escape me, Alice? We'll see about that."

She ran until she reached her classroom, her face flushed and her breath ragged.

"You're all red, Alice," the teacher remarked as she entered.

"I... I ran here," Alice lied, trying to catch her breath.

She couldn't exactly tell the class she'd been chased by humanoid slimes and a man in a rabbit costume!

"Well, at least you're feeling better. Take a seat."

The rest of the class passed without incident. There was no sign of the strange creatures or the Rabbit Man.

But Alice couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. This wasn't just another hallucination. It was too real.

By the time lunch rolled around, Alice was determined to tell Martin everything. She found him at their usual table in the cafeteria.

"Sit down. I need to talk to you," she said, her voice urgent.

"Whoa, you're serious. What's up, Lili?"

"Listen, I know this is hard to believe, but... I think you're right. There's definitely something supernatural going on."

The words felt strange coming out of her mouth. Her pride as a self-proclaimed skeptic took a hit, but she had no choice.

Martin's face lit up with a triumphant grin.

"I knew it! What made you change your mind?"

Alice leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"Earlier, I think I... moved my pen with my mind. Like, telekinesis or something."

"No way! You actually did that?! »

"Shh! Not so loud," Alice hissed, glancing around. "But that's not all. When I was heading back to class, I ran into this guy with a rabbit's head. He said he wanted my soul. It was terrifying!"

Martin's expression shifted from excitement to concern. It took a lot to rattle him, and Alice could tell he was taking her seriously.

"Alice, we need to see my mom's friend. She's a medium. I think she can help us figure this out."

He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a business card, placing it on her tray.

"Madame Armie," Alice read aloud.

"We'll go after school. No arguments," Martin said firmly.

Alice raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you so assertive?"

"When a spirit is after you, we don't have time to waste," he replied, his tone serious.

Alice reluctantly agreed. The thought of facing the Rabbit Man again sent shivers down her spine.

After school, they made their way to Madame Armie's house. The neighborhood was eerily uniform, with identical houses lining the streets. But one house stood out—its vibrant decorations and unique paint job made it impossible to miss.

As they approached, Alice felt a strange tingling sensation, like walking through a misty barrier. Her courage wavered, but she pushed forward, determined to uncover the truth.

Martin rang the doorbell, and after a moment, a tall woman with caramel skin and a flowing violet dress greeted them. Her presence was powerful, radiating an almost otherworldly energy.

"Martin, my dear! It's always a pleasure to see you," she said warmly, kissing him on both cheeks.

"And who's this?" she asked, turning to Alice.

"This is Alice. She's... going through something," Martin explained.

Madame Armie extended her hand, her piercing gaze studying Alice.

"Welcome, Alice. There's much we need to discuss."

They stepped inside, and Alice was immediately struck by the house's mystical atmosphere. The walls were painted in deep purples and blues, adorned with velvet curtains and shelves filled with crystals, ancient books, and figurines.

In the center of the room was a round wooden table covered with an embroidered cloth, tarot cards, and flickering candles. Madame Armie gestured for Alice to sit on one of the silk cushions while she took a seat across from her.

Martin tried to join, but Madame Armie stopped him.

"Forgive me, Martin, but what I'm about to discuss must remain between Alice and me. Wait in the living room, dear."

Martin nodded, though he looked disappointed.

Once he left, Madame Armie turned to Alice.

"Let me be blunt, Alice. You have spiritual gifts, and if left unchecked, they could lead to your downfall."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. "How can you be so sure?"

"Your energy pores are wide open. Spiritual energy is leaking out, and those who've awakened their third eye can see it. It's dangerous to be so exposed. I suspect you've had unexplainable experiences recently."

Alice hesitated, then nodded. "Yes... I've seen things I can't explain."

"Tell me everything."

Alice recounted her experiences, from the strange visions she'd had as a child to her encounter with the Rabbit Man and the telekinetic incident with her pen. Madame Armie listened intently, never once doubting her.

When Alice finished, Madame Armie took a deep breath.

"Alice, everything you've experienced is real. There's another world layered over ours, governed by laws beyond human comprehension. You've awakened your spiritual power, and it's made you a target for malevolent entities who want to take control of your body."

Alice's mind raced. She wanted to deny it, to cling to logic and science, but the evidence was overwhelming.

"What happens if one of these entities... possesses me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Madame Armie's expression darkened. "It would be catastrophic. This is why you need to make a choice, Alice."