When Hope opened her eyes that night and saw Badmus Kenny standing at the door, dressed in his school uniform, she wasn’t surprised. She had spent a freaking hours mulling over it - trying to get it out of her mind-then getting back to thinking about how her teenage father committed suicide. It was just a dream she told herself. Just one of her on-the-edge-of-sanity-cliff dreams.
Badmus Kenny was standing there, light was on. Nora was snoring. But it was a dream. The young man smiled at her, one slowly elastic cold smile, his soulless dark eyes stared with dark humor. Staring back at him was like staring at an abyss, nothing but shadows, emptiness and echoed pasts. But he was right there. Her father was right there, and she was dreaming.
Badmus Kenny held that creepy smile, he waved and gestured for her to follow. It was all a dream, so Hope jumped down from the bunk and followed. Hope could see the tag on his shirt, he was the games captain, his uniform was a bit baggy and way out of fashion; but he was wearing those in 1997, and obviously, Aunty Alice thought it was cute.
“Dad?” she called. It sounded queer calling him ‘Dad’, Kenny looked just few years older than her.
Badmus Kenny nodded, still holding his smile, he nodded the second time, gestured for her to follow, turned and walked away, leaving the door still open. The door was closed, they never sleep with the door open, another reason Hope was sure it was a dream. Doors don’t open by themselves. It doesn’t happen in real life.
She walked on, bare foot, past the door, she reached for the knob and closed it behind her. Hope never remember closing a door in her dream, but then how much of her creepy dreams did she remember?
She was down the stairs, walked past Mama Nosa’s room, past the main which was opened wide, she stepped into the wide portico. Goose bumps creeped up her arms and back, the tile felt cold, the air was chilly. But Hope kept walking like she had always done in her dreams. Down the steps, past the hedges, she followed the man towards the main gate.
Soon, she was outside. She looked back at the tail gate, turned and followed her father. Chips of granite dug into her feet but she didn’t mind, it was a dream, she’d wake up and it will be alright.
There was something quite real about the cold though, her teeth chattered. She hugged her self, it was then she noticed her fingers. I thought your fingers aren’t five in dreams. She had read that from a blog, maybe it was a myth, besides how many people care to count their toes in a nightmare.
Doctor Bayo had read from the books, ‘the one with colorful pictures’, and many more. He was quite certain of his correctness when expanded on the topic of dreams: how nightmares were just the way the mind memorizes how to cope with challenging situations, how dreams were product of activities, thoughts and desires.
From months of therapy, she was already well intimated with thoughts on the topic. She had always wish she could meet her father and asked him why he had to die, if it was because of her. No one told her why he committed suicide, but now she has a chance to know the truth. The truth she was reluctant to ask for, this was all in her mind, if she asked a question, she’d might get the reply she feared. She felt a mix of anger with anxiety thinking about Badmus Kenny and how she deserved an explanation, but she kept following biding her time, trying to find the right question.
“where are we going?”
Badmus Kenny looked back and pointed at school building. She nodded.
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SANTA MARIA HIGH (COMPLETED)
Paranormal...are you afraid of the dark? When Hope Mark lost her foster mother to cancer and had to move to a new school, she never thought much of SANTA MARIA HIGH. Other than the fact that the fact that the school was in the most beautiful Manor, with tall...
