Chapter 4

Medium: The Origins finds a young man setting out to avenge the death of a beloved family member and to recover forgotten memories, only to find himself with a new case and a unknown assailant on him.

Chapter 4

 

I wake up to find myself looking at white walls. White walls? I don’t remember living with white walls, I live in some room in a club house. I stand up and look around. This isn’t where I sleep. All I have is a sleeping bag and a portrait along with a table filled with fingerprint tapes. Here is a table, a mirror drawer, sliding closet door, wooden stairs, and a green and red rug on the front door. I don’t remember having any of these stuff. I sniff and thought to myself my room doesn’t smell that good. Where is it coming from?

I notice a light shining out from an area in front of me. I tip-toe towards the area and hide behind the walls. I lean in to catch the image of a woman who’s mixing something in her pot. I guess that explains the smell. She’s in a yellow top with blue pants, all wrapped up in a pink apron. I walk up to her.

“Excuse me, what’s going on, and where am I?” I ask. I wait for an answer, and all she’s doing is stirring that stick around. Did she hear what I said? “Hey, are you listening, I’m talking to you right now.” I said, and she stills continues cooking. Is this woman deaf? I wave my arms in front of her face to catch her attention, and it doesn’t deter her from her focus. What the hell? It’s like I don’t exist. Is she also blind? What is going on here?

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the front door opening. Looks like somebody is here, as I hear footsteps getting closer and closer. The people who show themselves are a man and a boy. It makes sense, they are family. A typical looking one. This boy’s T-shirt and shorts matches the colours of his mom’s attire, as for the dad he’s in a simple white and black business wear with a blue tie.

“Oh, you’re home early.” The mother said. Great, now she opens her mouth? Could’ve done that when I have no idea where I’m at, or at least a simple hi would’ve been enough. Still, I’m right in front of the whole family, and nobody seems to notice me. Am I invisible to them? Or is it some sort of play where they mess with my mind? Either way, I don’t like this.

“I wouldn’t be if it weren’t for your cooking, it just smells so good.” The father compliments.

The mother smiles at her husband and gives him a kiss. She then bends down facing her son. “How was school dear?” she ask.

“School was great!” The boy shout. “I got an A in art!”

“That’s wonderful.”

“Do you want to show mommy what you draw?”

He unzips his back and pulled his art out and gives it to his mom. “This is a really nice painting. I’ll go hang this up on the fridge.” Then she walks towards me. Um…she’s getting too close.

“Woah! I’m right…” before I can finish myself, she just walks through me. “here.” I said with confusion.

What the hell. She passed through me. I look down at myself and I see my stomach and legs. I myself feel them, but no one can see me or hear me or bump into me. This is really getting weird.

“Mommy, how’s your belly doing?”

“You know dear, you shouldn’t be doing all that cooking with that growing inside of you.” Pointing at her belly.

“And let this family eat everyday store food? I wouldn’t allow that. Besides, we’re going to be paying the hospital bill once the child comes out into this world, we don’t want any more hospital bills to pay off.”

“Yes I know, I’m just telling you to take care of yourself. Wallace, why don’t you go upstairs and play with your toys while your mom and I talk.”

“Okay.” He goes upstairs. I don’t want to hear more baby talk, so I decide to follow the boy upstairs. One thing that bothered me. The dad call him Wallace, which sounds familiar to me. Where have I heard it? We enter his room, and he is happily playing with his toys. I guess watching a child in action is more fun than parents talking about baby plans. I’m not really a parent myself, so I wouldn’t understand.

Suddenly, a thump sound was hear. “What was that?” The boy said. It sounded like something fell. The boy slowly walks towards the door, frightened. I can see his hands shaking, but what the hell do I do? He slowly opens the door. “Oh, the iron just drop itself on the floor.” Okay so it was just an iron. “AAAAHHHHH!!” The boy screams and he crawls away in fright. I look in closely, and the door was opening by itself, with a silhouette emerging out from the door. Who’s in there? I come in front of the boy to fight whatever intruder is inside. Suddenly, a door slams open on my right. I turn my head to find his parents at his room.

“Are you okay Wallace?” The mother ask.

“What in the world happened?” Ask the father.

“Thh…the…the…there’s something inside the closet.” His voice is mumbling, and his body is fidgeting, clicking his teeth.

“In the closet?” The dad points, and so he goes inside to check the closet. Be careful man, I think to myself. He opens the door, and he peeps inside. After he takes a look, he doesn’t come out. Was he in so much shock that he can’t move? That doesn’t happen because he just comes out. “I don’t know what you were scared of son, there’s nothing in there.”

“But I saw it, I swear.”

“It’s probably just your imagination, you get those a lot when you’re young. Now, let’s spend some time together downstairs, alright?” The mom said.

The boy let out a sigh. “Okay.” He doesn’t sound excited. The family then walk downstairs.

Just his imagination? I’m not a kid and I saw it. Looks like some b*****d was picking on the boy. I hear a screeching sound. The closet door opens again. I quickly turn my head and look closely. The silhouette grows bigger and bigger towards my direction. Something was lunging in at me, but no matter how close it is I still can’t see far.

“Woah!” I shout and I wake up. I look around and find myself in my sleeping bag. I light the lamp on to see I’m back in the wooden room I recognize. That was some weird dream. Ah forget about it already. I’m just going to go back to sleep and wake up for a new day. That’s the least I can do after that weird ride in my sleeping cloud.

Author's Note

Medium: The Origins finds a young man setting out to avenge the death of a beloved family member and to recover forgotten memories. He shuns himself from having a normal social life for the sake of vengeance. Just when he thought he ran out of leads, he was involved in an incident which leads him to start a new case. This particular investigation changes him greatly while he is being hunted by an unknown assailant whose victims never got to see before they met their doom.

Note: This is my first book and I plan to write more. Criticism, praise, or any feedback of some sorts are welcome.
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