Hemlock Grove: No Turning Back

••● Chapter Four: Presence Unknown ●••

"I'm here because I can't leave here. A ghost who isn't able to pass into the astral plane. To the light. I'm stuck and you are the one who will help me. But please, allow me to fill you in. Let me get one thing straight, I am older than you, and this was my house at one point. That room upstairs, your room. That was mine."

"I know, it explains why you can't leave the house, how exactly did you... die?"

Layla's eyes met mine, fiddling with her doll, she looked around the house as if there was another thing in here. Pointing to the open blinds, my eyes followed.

"Close them, We're being watched." her voice shaking.

I could feel a knot in my stomach, quickly getting up to the open blinds around the room I scanned the yard outside. I watched as the rain ran down the windows, and the trees were blowing roughly in the wind, a very unsettling feeling it was but there wasn't anything I could see as of yet. Quickly I locked the windows and shut the blinds without any more hesitation.

Walking back to Layla I took a seat on the floor near the marble table, "You don't mind if I light some candles, do you?"

Shaking her head she clutched onto her doll, watching me as the candles created dim light around the darkened living room.

"You know how you're a witch? One from an ancient bloodline? You've been hunted since you were first born. The hunters were here in Hemlock way before you came. There was an oracle, she foretold the headhunter of a girl who will come to Hemlock and fulfil a prophecy. Though this was decades ago, far before you came. They didn't stop at anything, and they came straight to my door, on a night exactly like this."

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A crash of thunder exploded causing me to jump after being swallowed into her story a knocking at the door followed right after. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Both mine and Layla's eyes looked at the door before she could explain any further she disappeared into her ghostly spirit through her cold presence was still close by me.

Knock. Knock. Knock

"Don't answer the door." I could hear her voice sliced through the air blowing out all of the candles as burning wax filled the dark empty room. Quietly climbing to my feet I walked to the kitchen. Closing in on the stove I reached for the sharpest knife in the knife holder, lowering the blade, and hiding it behind my back.

Knock. Knock.Knock.

I lost the feeling of Layla being around, all I know was she wasn't in the same room as me anymore. Whatever the reason, it spooked her. Looking through the peephole of the door, I could see a silhouette of a man standing outside. The man leaned in, knocking again rather impatiently.

Taking a deep breath gaining my courage I opened the door as fast as I could meeting face to face with Peter, who as soon as he saw me he came into the house placing his hands on my waist causing the knife to drop from my hands to the floor. Tracing up my arms to my shoulders, then gently grabbing my face tilting it in different angles, brushing strands of my blonde hair out of my face.

Soon resting his chilly wet hands on my cheeks, his eyes meeting mine, "You're alright?"

"Yeah, fine. "

"You said there was something in your house. You aren't hurt right?"

I placed my hands on Peter's as he continued to examine me to comfort him,

"Peter, I'm fine. But yes, don't worry she's harmless."

"She? What are you talking about? There's no one here."