Blood Rituals(20)
“The dreams you are having are no dreams. You are entering the portal to a dimension that exists on a different plane when you see these scenes that you call dreams. The girl’s spirit has attached itself to you allowing you to see what she experiences in this plane. You are actually the ‘essence’ of yourself when you enter that plane. It is like your spirit self, instead of your usual self, in this plane,” she explained.
“What the?” he said.
“I know it sounds strange, but what you must do the next time she brings you through the portal is intervene and try to help her. You can make contact with these figures you see when you enter that plane. Only you can do it because the girl has contacted you and allowed you to see what she experiences.”
“Oh,” Davis said, trying to make sense of it all.
“When you have helped her, contact me again and we will see what will need to be done next, if anything,” she said, walking towards the door.
“Ok, thanks again,” he replied, thinking to himself how apprehensive he was about having a violent struggle with an apparition.
“No need to thank me be careful and watch out for the other harmful energies that are present,” she said as she exited.
Davis didn’t have to wait long. That afternoon he took a brief nap on the couch hoping the girl would contact him. It took him quite a long time to get to sleep because of his growing apprehension at the thought of making contact with spiritual entities, but he finally drifted off. Just as before, he felt like had awaken from his nap; however, this time he realized what was happening. He knew it was no dream. Just as before he passed through the silvery curtain into the other dimension, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. There again was the girl on the bed with the same forlorn expression, backing up against the wall as much as she could. He smiled at her and gave her a few words of reassurance.
“Don’t worry; I’m going to put a stop to this. He will no longer be able to do this to you after tonight,” he whispered reassuringly to her. “By the way, what is your name if you don’t mind my asking?”
She smiled at him and said “Virginia,” in a quiet, whispery voice. “Davis?” she asked.
“Yes?” he answered.
“Thank you,” she said as a tear ran down her cheek.
“No need. I just want you to be free from all of this. No one should have to suffer through what you’ve suffered during your life; certainly no one should have to suffer through the same torment for eternity,” Davis’ voice grew louder as his anger grew at what she’d endured.
A second later, the man was entering the room again, giving off his distinctive smell of stale liquor and cigarettes. Davis slipped behind the dresser, waiting for the right moment. The man grinned evilly and approached the bed. Virginia crouched into a tight ball, trying to manipulate her useless legs with her arms. Suddenly, Davis emerged from behind the dresser and charged into the man. The old man was taken by surprise and fell backwards into a table. Unfortunately, this old man had some vim and vinegar left in him. He charged up to Davis and dealt him a blow across the chin. Davis moved backwards, but kept his footing. His face was now red with anger. He dealt the old man blow after blow across the face until he hit the floor, smashing his head against it. The old man fell out of consciousness, but Davis wasn’t sure if he was dead. He couldn’t tell if the old man was breathing. Davis turned for a second to check on Virginia
“Are you alright?” he asked as he smiled down at her.
“I’m fine,” she said, “But you need to turn around NOW!”
Davis whirled around to face the old man; but he had already grabbed Davis’ leg. Davis fell into some glass shelves, breaking them. Luckily he didn’t have but a couple of minor cuts on him. He grabbed one of the wooden planks from the shelf and dealt the old man a serious and fatal blow to the head. Blood shot out from the side of the old man’s mouth. He fell to the ground and did not move again. He turned and smiled at Virginia and she smiled back. Just then, he slipped out of the trance and exited the plane. He lifted his head.
That night, he slipped into a deep sleep like he hadn’t experienced in several days. Davis thought that he had ended all of Virginia’s torment that day, but it wasn’t over yet. Again, he slipped into the dream-like state. This time he was quite puzzled as to why he was still entering the spiritual plane. Just as he had done during his second trip through the portal, he found himself in the basement and was watching the same scene play out again. There was Virginia in her wheel chair, again; he frantically began to speak to her.