Dreaming of You

Lowley House is said to be haunted. Haunted by a cursed dead girl. Her name is Anna Lowley, and she can kill with a touch. So when a group of adolescents arrive in Lowley House to stay, Anna plans to kill them...kill them all... Follow the story of the protagonists, two teenagers named Ryder and Nirvana, as they try to save themselves-and help put Anna to rest...


15. The Leaving.


       Everything was-blurry. Unfocused. I was-hungry. Terribly hungry, and oh, the pain, the unbearable pain...It was like having every single bit of my body squashed and flattened and stamped on, again and again and again. The smell-I barely thought about it, lest the smell crawl into every bit of nose like an infected slug. I didn't want to think about the sick that stuck to my chin and my breasts, the blood and pus that seeped from the thing inside my stomach, and the stench of urine and faeces clinging to my thighs.

        A commotion from somewhere around me burst through my skull, and I cried out. Every little noise sent needles into my brain. I felt two years old. Bright light pierced my vision and I threw up. The thin, dirty white dress they had given me was useless at covering me up. I felt exposed. 

        "Nirvana? Nirvana! Oh god...Billy? Billy, help me undo these straps...Here you go. We're going home now, ok?" I'd heard that voice, and the name somewhere before. Where, though? Whoever had spoken, picked me up, and I, yet again, threw up. The pain was excruciating. Passing out, the last thing I heard was the sound of sirens.


        Beep, beep, beep... "Look, I can't let you see her until we are certain she is awake."

        Beep, beep, beep..."She keeps drifting in and out of conciousness. We can't help you."

        Beep, beep, beep... "Fine. Go see her. Be gentle, and make sure to keep your voice down."

        I finally opened my eyes at that. The steady beep, beep, beep, and quiet and general clean smell told me I was in a hospital, a good hospital. I struggled to sit myself up, but tubes in my nose, arms, stomach and legs pumping whatever the hell into me forced me to lie back down. My eyes dragged to the curtain as it lightly swooshed open. Ryder and Billy walked through. Relief washed over their pale faces.

        Managing a small smile, I tried hard not to cry. I had forgotten how much I had longed for my mouth to smile. Or to see a familiar face. 

         "Nirvana-I-I don't know how to say this but-" I cut Billy off.

        "I know. I know. I need to tell you-about Anna. I need you to listen, ok?" 

        "It's not that...They've all left. The deaths, and you disappearing...All too much. They're all leaving as we speak. Lowley House is bad, Nirvana. And we're not going back."





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