The scream woke me, but was that my voice…or hers?
“JOHN!! NO! JOHN!! Oh My God!!”
As I run downstairs to see what the bitch is screaming about, 100 things pass through my thoughts. But mostly, why is she calling THAT name? The name of my dead, cheating husband?
I can feel the electricity in the room as I swiftly move beside where she lays on the couch. My powers are too great right now, I need to try to calm down.
She’s still asleep, but tears are running from her eyes and she’s whimpering like a lost puppy. Or a bitch.
I want to know what she is seeing in her nightmare. I want to know why she is screaming that name! The anger is building in me and I don’t know how to stop it. It’s getting so hot in here, I can see sweat beading on her pasty, white forehead.
“JOHN!!! He’s burning!! Someone help him!!”
HE’S WHAT?! I have to do it. I have to try to tap into her thoughts and see what she sees. I can’t stay back from this one. All I have to do is close my eyes and relax enough to get in. Relax enough and let go of the anger that is building because deep down, I think I know.
Breathe. Things are getting fuzzy feeling. Like I’m here but not.
FIRE!!! Oh my It’s beautiful! Oh it’s….No. NO!!!
It’s the house!! The house of the cheaters! The house that MY cheating husband went to on the night he left me. Left. Me. For. Her!! I was told everyone died in that fire. How could this be?!
I have to keep watching. I see them take his charred body out onto a stretcher. I see another stretcher with what looks like a woman on it. There she is!! Standing next to my John, my husband, my cheating husband, grasping for him and crying hysterically. This bitch living in my house is the woman he left me for?!
I can’t breathe. I don’t know whether to cry or scream!
“Beverly.” His voice. I release from her dream instantly and am next to the couch she is laying on again.
“Beverly.” My head snaps to the right. It’s John.
Part 5 of a series: The House
Originally Published on: August 25, 2014