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It was just like the last time,
Only this time it started in a hospital….
The repeating, sonorous sound echoed through the damp and sunless hospital room.
Harry weakly gathered himself from the hospital bed he was previously lying upon. Lifting his hand, he could feel a faint sticky wet sensation dripping softly down his neck as he stood.
Stumbling incoherently from the hospital bed, Harry made his way to the end of the room where the light switch was occupied at.
The lights fluttered on as he adjusted to the sudden bright white light covering the previously dark room.
The continuous ringing of the phone hadn’t seemed to stop, just causing more of a never ending headache more than anything.
To finally still of the ungodly repetitive sound He made his way to the phone to finally answer.
“Hello..?”
“Its okay, Harry… Everything is going to be okay now… Come and see..”
“Who is this?”
“Harry, come and find me.”
The line cut off and Harry placed the phone back where it belonged.
“Weird.. sounded like my Dad.”
Looking around the room he sees a slight glimmer of something beneath the set if drawers next to the hospital bed where he can now see the pool of dried blood that lingered from his sleep beforehand.
Grimacing at the sight he makes his way to the drawers to reach whatever was shining beneath it.
Pushing back the drawers hes revealed to be shown a.. key! Great.
Bending low to pick up and examine the key he makes his way to the rooms only door to test it.
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Harry walked through the unsettling and deserted corridors of the hospital and makes his way through the only unlocked doors; S, N, A, K, E.
Exiting the morbid hospital he’s granted another grand view of a group of people stood gloomily around something out of his line of view.
Walking past the macabre setting before him noticing a coiled up Burmese python hiding away underneath a lifeless tree, attempting at whatever it could to avoid the hammering attack of the rain.
“Woah.. i didn’t expect to see a Snake. Thats awesome!”
“Was it ‘awessssome’ how i buried her alive kid? Didn’t expect that one now did you.”
The snake hissed back at Harry, startling him.
“What?”
“Take a look yourssself.”
Harry gathered himself, looking back once to the group who was now dispersing and back at the snake but it had already slithered off someplace else.
Looking back and forth from the interaction and the now unoccupied place where the crowd had once accumulated.
Making his way over now, finally having access, he can see what the congregation of people gathered around.
Harrys eye scanned over the gravestone in-front of him.
‘In loving memory of
LILY POTTER
1960-1981
A Wife & Mother’
The gaping, bare sepulchre where the coffin should of laid was unoccupied but instead holding a door, beckoning Harry to climb down and open.
Without hesitation he jumped down and let himself inside like he owned the place, the door slamming shut behind as he made his way through the dirt ridden tunnel that lacked any form of natural lights that wouldve peaked through.
Looking along the walls and floors harry ran a hand along the walls, dirt crumbling to the floor beneath his thin tan fingers.
At the end of the seemingly never ending corridor he’s met with another door that resembles more of a hospital one than the one he was greeted with earlier.
Glancing to the side he sees the keypad locking the door; he guessed. into an unmovable object.
Punching in guessed digits into the keypad Harry jumps back as his fingers get zapped from a malfunction of the device.
“Ow.”
He mumbled, shaking his hand, as he looked at the now unlocked door.
The room harry entered was not a welcoming sight, the wallpaper torn in many places, lights smashed on the ground making it hazardous to even get far.
Stepping over crumpled papers and shards of glass Harry walked down the eerie corridor and is faced with the back of a man, staring at anything but him.
“Dad.?”
Harry meekly said while looking up through his bandaged face.
“You are not my son. My son is not a Murderer…”
And with a blink of an eye his father disappeared only leaving in return a trace of an outline of the man.
Without looking back Harry continued his way through the corridor into a room where blood could be seen making unsettling messages around the room
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT”
Plastered the room, which he could now see was a morgue, from head to toe as it pooled around the tops of the lockers.
Continued through this ungodly sight he sees a singular locker door open. Taking a few more steps he could see who would’ve rested inside the locker.
“…Mum?”
…
“Are you..?”
…
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“And thats when i woke up..”
An older, tired version of Harry spoke.
“Hmm, yes, it’s an Interesting dream.”
A therapist returned, checking off boxes and writing down something on his checklist.
“I think we should come back to that dream later but for now can you tell me more about the body?”
The therapist inquired as he looked up from his clipboard, an eyebrow raised.
“Which one?”
Harry quizzed quietly.
“The second one, the one from the apartment…”
The therapist replied calmly as if it was simple to ask somebody such a question so easily.
“Dad and i had just moved in. I had a weird feeling about that place right away.”
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