they said i had no v i s i o n
now i s e e they were wrong
Like an explosion, Gabriel startled awake. Sitting up rapidly and throwing his comforter to the floor. For a breath, he sat there, blinking into the darkness of his room. His mind trying to recall what he had just been experiencing. Nothing… nothing… He couldn’t bring back why he had that sense of impending doom. He blinked a few times, his eyelashes brushing his upper cheek, then sighed. It’s no use. He got up, rescuing his comforter from the floor, and threw it on the side of the bed covered with clothes and sheet music. Opening his blackout curtains, he looked out on the small down. Nothing seems amiss… He thought. For some reason, he couldn’t shake this feeling that he needed to know, and if he didn’t something would go wrong.
He pulled on his pants, and then ran the sniff check on his boxers from last night. They passed… barely. Then pulled a shirt that was folded on top of the laundry basket. Pulling it on, and grabbing his name tag, his keys, his wallet, and his flip phone, he ran out the door, not locking it behind him. After all, what were they going to steal? His life was basically a what he had on his person, and a cheap guitar that he got in a garage sale.
“You’re late” His manager said as he walked in to the local starbucks. She was a chubby girl, but had a nice set. Not his type, but if she offered, why would he say no? Brunette girl, and also kind of snobby, the type that treats you a little less because this is just a temporary job for them.
“Yea well… alarm didn’t go off…” He said. She looked at him like she didn’t believe him, but walked away and let him punch in. It was a fairly routine day filled with coffee, cleaning spills, and intentionally misspelling a few people’s names just to see them screw up their face in confusion on how someone can be that dumb. 30 minutes in the bathroom making a sacrifice to the porcelain god on company time, and then back to writing names on cups in sharpies. Well… it was a routine day. But then it started.
At first, it was just a small ringing noise. A hum, like he was near one of those old televisions. Then it got louder, the pitch changed, the tune changed… it was a song. A song that was stuck in his head. However, it wasn’t like an ear worm that gets stuck on repeat. It was just going on and on and on and…
“GABRIEL! GABRIEL!” Fingers snapped into his line of sight when he saw his manager directly in front of him. When his eyes met hers, she was able to discern she had gotten his attend. "What is wrong with you? You’ve been zoned out for the past 10 minutes. He looked around, noticing just then the line of people also staring at him. And that song, it wasn’t stopping. He stepped back from her and the sound got louder. He stepped back towards her, and the volume didn’t change. She was just staring at her like he was crazy.
“I- I- got to go” He pulled off his apron and walked outside. The sound was suddenly louder, and he didn’t understand why or how. It only got more loud in a certain direction, but once it got louder it never quieted down again. What the sweet jesus is going on He cursed.
He started walking towards the sounds obvious direction, knowing he needed to find the source, he needed to make it stop.
Three hours later, after stumbling down several roads, through a few backyards, and an entire orchard, he took a step forward and the melody stopped. Thank the god for that He took a deep breath and stepped back towards home. The melody instantly returned. What the… He stepped back towards the place he had been and it stopped. Great…just fucking great. He sighed, turning towards the direction that he was now stuck in. It wasn’t long until he found a hidden drive. Walking down it, he eventually arrived at an over zealous mansion.
As far as Gabriel could tell, it looks kind of Victorian, but he didn’t know much about houses. He walked up the many stairs in the front yard to the door, and knocked. He waited a few moments. Then knocked again. He looked for a door bell, but none was to be found. Eventually, he just pushed open the door, and it was unlocked. “He…Hello?” He called into the mansion. No one answered. “Creepy…” He walked in, leaving the door open. There was a kitchen, and a living room. And in both direction hall ways. He walked toward the left, trying to figure out what was going on. The first room he came upon had a sign on it that said ‘Christopher Thomson’. Ok… so the family that owned this house were the Thomsons… sure. Who ever the fuck they are. Then came ‘Amanda Davis’, and that left Gabriel very confused until the next room. ‘Gabriel Sinclaire’.
For at least a hot minute, he sat there. Staring, just staring at the door. Then, he went as if to push open the door, and instead decided not to… No… no… His mind thought to his dream. He suddenly had a sense of deja vu. He already knew that room contained guitars and sheet music, and vinyl and so much of the things he loved. He also knew, something about this house was very wrong. Something was wrong, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t go in the room. Understanding he was trapped here, with this Amanda, this Christopher, and how many others. He went to the living room to wait… to wait and see who walked through that door next.
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