This is the first time since meeting Stranger that I’ve seen him look a bit horrified. He grabs my hand and pulls me up from the floor. We walk over towards the bed and we both sit down on it.
– I’ve been seeing these strange images whenever I close my eyes. – I say.
– What have you been seeing? – He asks me.
– I am not sure. – I answer.
He looks at me with a very serious look in his eyes.
– You have to remember. – He says.
– What do you mean? – I ask him.
– You have to close your eyes and really try to focus on whatever comes up. – He says.
This makes me very afraid and it makes me feel very uncomfortable.
– I don’t want to. – I say.
– You have to. – He says.
– Just try and if it gets to intense, I’ll wake you up. – Stranger says.
I look at him and I decide that I can trust him, he did save me and if this is something that will help make things clearer about what happened to me then it is worth it.
I close my eyes and after a few moments an image pops up. I try focusing on what it is I am seeing. I see a man with a meat butcher knife in his hand. He is in his thirties with dark, dirty and wet hair, it could be grease, but I am not sure. His hand is raised and I see another person that is laying on the ground. I think it is a female, but I can’t see her clearly. There is a lot of blood all around the two of them and I see him stabbing her in the stomach with the butcher knife. He puts the knife down and pulls out her intestines. I can hear her screaming, but I am to afraid to even make a sound. The man has the intestines in his hands and suddenly he turns around and looks at me. He walks towards me and forces the intestines in my mouth. I try to scream and my body is squirming. The taste and texture is disgusting and I can feel tears running down my cheeks. The man is laughing while he keeps feeding me the intestines. I see him say something, but I can’t hear it and then I wake up.
I am covered in sweat and Stranger is looking at me.
– What did you see? – He asks.
– I saw a man. – I answer.
– What was he doing? – He asks.
I am trying to Catch my breath.
– He..He was killing a woman. – I answer.
– Do you know the man? – Stranger asks.
– No, I don’t think so. I am afraid. – I say.
– Of what? – Stranger asks.
– Of what I will see next time. – I answer.
– I’ll be here. – Stranger says.
I can still taste those intestines in my mouth and I am taking deep breaths to calm down. I am thinking about that man and who he might be. I wonder, did he have anything to do with what happened to me?