*Y/N's POV*
The drive from my home to my parents house is about two hours. But with how fast I was going, I made it home in less then an hour.
Thank god I didn't get pulled over.
But I guess whoever is watching me above wants me to get home ASAP to get this problem/and or threat dealt with.
I rush inside my apartment, slamming the door, locking it, before I quickly jump into bed. No PJ's required, no pills taken.
Go to sleep, Y/N. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep...
...sleep...
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I'm standing in the clearing again. Yes! Yes I'm here!
Now...time to find Alastor.
I run towards the clearing, eyes scanning the surroundings to see that he isn't here. For the first FUCKING time in FOREVER?!
"Alastor!" I shout, "Alastor!" I run back and forth, panting heavily as I search every rock, bush, and corner for this damn serial killer.
"Goodness, Y/N, why so panicked?" I hear the familiar static voice ring through the air.
I flip around, and there he stands, hands behind his back, proud smile on his face.
All breath has left my lungs.
Out of fear, that I very well might be standing face to face with a serial killer's spirit...and possibly...like that woman said, a demon.
Cause what are people considered who don't go to Heaven?
My hands begin to shake, but I try to hide it.
"Now...I want the truth," I swallow the lump in my throat as I raise a shaky hand and point at him.
"You're Alastor from New Orleans, aren't you?"
His eyes widen, as if shocked, but he tries to hide it with a widen smile. "I'm afraid I have to ask you to be a little more specific, my dear."
"YOU WERE THE NEW ORLEANS KILLER!" I shout at the top of my lungs. "YOU'RE A GHOST HAUNTING ME!"
At that, his smile does fall away, eyes widened in utter shock.
"How...how do you know about that?"
"Don't ask me how goddamn it!" I scream, "tell me what you're doing here! What do you want from me?! Are you going to possess me?!"
At that, he just laughs wholeheartedly, throwing his head back in joy, as if what I just said was a joke.
"Dear, if I wanted to possess you, I would have done so many years ago, and not have wasted twenty years." He replies, simply, and to the point.
I don't trust him. Something inside of me is screaming DANGER and RUN, but I hold my ground.
I need to know the answers, so help me God, I need to know why this is happening to me.
When silence stretches between us, he let's out an annoyed sigh. "I suppose I owe you the truth. But before I do, we must go back to the...beginning."
He waves his hand out front of us, and a cloud appears before us.
Like a window to the past of the early 1900s...
A looking Glass, practically.
I look at Alastor. "Wha-"
"A century ago, there lived a young man," he begins to narrate as images of a man wearing glasses with dark brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a white undershirt with black suspenders and pants steps out of his small house, a single rose in his hand, and a rifle in the other.
"Alastor," I say.
"Yes, Alastor," he replies, "he was praised for hosting one of New Orleans most listened to radio station. But underneath those pretty eyes and dashing smile, laid a dark secret..."
The image changes to the man in the swampy forest I saw when I was with the Medium, leaning over someone with a bloody knife in his hand, and the look of pure evil in his eyes and smile...
My insides twist.
"He was a murderer, a...hunter," Alastor chuckles, smiling.
I cringe.
"And he loved the feeling of it. The thrill, the blood on his lips..." he shudders in—I hope this is not the case!—delight.
"He got away with it too. Until the year 1933. A witness to his crime ran to the police, who stormed his house."
The image changes again to him looking through the curtain, pure fear washing over him when he sees whose outside.
Policemen.
"He ran out of his house in panic, running into the forest. But the dogs, oh the dogs...they chased him down, grabbed him by his ankles so that he fell to the ground, where then..."
The image shows human Alastor lying on the ground, being ravaged by dogs, before a policeman pulls out his pistol, cocks it back and...
BANG!
I flinch back, glancing at Alastor from the corner of my eye to see his expression change entirely.
The cloud before us disappears, and Alastor lowers his head.
"I was shot in the head, only to wake up in Hell, as this," he praises himself, chuckling under his breath softly.
I turn to face him. "But I still don't understand, why are you always in my dreams? What's the point of it?"
He looks at me, his smile widening.
"I ask myself the same question, my dear. For you see, I have no idea as to why our paths continue to cross. My only assumption is that you, are a very special mortal."
"What?" I ask, my heart pounding out of my chest.
"For a long while, I believed this to be a dream as well. But over these years, I've began to see it in a different point of view. Do you know much about astro projection?" he asks, one brow raising as he watches my face shape and change from stunned to confused.
"Uhhh, kind of? No, not really." I shake my head.
He makes a tsk sound in the back of his throat. "Then I suggest you do your studying. For that is the power you have, and that is why our paths continue to cross."
He turns away, and begins to walk off into the darkness, before I call out.
"Wait!"
He turns. "Yes?"
I inhale a shuddering breath, feeling my palms sweaty and my heart pounding.
I try to dry the sweat against my clothes, before I ask this final question.
"Are you a demon?" I ask.
He grins. "I am, yes. But if you must know, I am known as The Radio Demon."
"The Radio Demon?" I ask, confused by that really stupid name. "Why is that?"
Suddenly, in a flash, he's in front of me, standing over me as his eyes begin to glow red.
I feel my knees go weak as I fall to the ground in horror.
"Because I would broadcast my carnage throughout Hell," he begins to say, his voice becoming darker and demonic, to the point where I'm shaking in pure fear.
"Because I slaughtered Hell's highest ranked overlords for my mere amusement. Because I, am, Alastor!"
I scream, and pinch myself.
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I wake up screaming, my sheets soaked from sweat, and my blankets practically thrown from tossing and turning.
My eyes glance around my apartment, to reassure myself that this DEMON is not here, and I'm alone.
When my sense calm down, I bring my hands to my knees and sob quietly.
Fuck...I'm being haunted by a fucking demon. A monster...
What am I going to do? There must be a way I can protect myself from him.
I reach for my pills, and take two of them.
For now, until I find a solution, these are my only hope.