Chapter 13

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 13

 

          I walk back on school grounds. Well, old school grounds now. A small greyish like building two stories high, but it’s been plagued with dust and leaves growing out of walls, not to mention the caution tapes around them. Looks like the curse has killed in this school and made a name there. Maybe the time my amnesia began was also the time when the school shut down for good. I bet no one bother going in after that incident. Well, nobody likes school anyways. I look around to see the changes after two years, and I find a car. There is only one car parked on the grass behind the school. I guess nobody has found the car yet. The school looks as though it’s been abandoned for years. I look inside the car, and it is mostly empty. I find an old scrapbook inside his car. It has his name written in the front. I pull the handle of his driver door and open it. It was never locked, someone could’ve broke in and stole something if it was discovered. I grab the scrapbook and take it with me.

          As I walk around the hallway, a familiarity begins to spur within me. I do remember coming and going here. The halls are dark, and it isn’t colourful. It’s just a greyish area. I find my locker as the numbers come back to me. 1013 is my locker number. I unlock my lock and open my locker, and inside I find a yearbook. I didn’t know I had one of those. I look through my yearbook a little bit, and I find no comments on mine. I guess it’s not that important. The chances of finding another important comment in a yearbook are one in a hundred. I continue to explore the hallways and walk inside the room. Although it has helped me gain familiarity with some rooms, I recall nothing that is of importance. That’s when I go to the gym. It was a mess. Right, no one went inside after the incident and it was during the dance. A graduation dance, that’s what happened during the incident.

          I sit down, and take out Wallace’s scrapbook. As I flip through the pages, I become horrified upon discovering that Wallace was covering me from the curse ever since our mom and dad died at the hands of veined eyes. We then lived under an ancient looking lady’s roof. Could that be the exorcist? Sometime later, the police came and took us away from the old lady and into an orphanage. We’ve been adopted, and ever since kept an eye on me to keep me alive from the curse. Wallace would always tell me to keep a cross near me at all times. He knew it was coming for me, and I was being protected from the curse up until my amnesia.

I begin to think once I was finished reading Wallace’s scrapbook. Why didn’t I see this before? The dream I had of the house, the family, and the little kid who saw the curse. That wasn’t just a dream, it was a message from the past. Marlene was the pregnant woman, Max was the man, and Wallace was the child. That means that the unborn child was me. Somewhere in the dream, the kid drew a picture of his family which included a baby that was unborn at the time. One of the pages on his scrapbook was missing so that could’ve been the drawing. During that time, he saw veined eyes appear and disappeared when his parents arrived. Marlene was alive when this happened, that means she never was the ghost. The house became haunted long before her incident, so she was just the victim all along. When Max was testing out his invention, Marlene was wearing the helmet, his invention malfunctioned, and it electrocuted her. She was then taken to the hospital, but while all of the excessive electrons were taken out of her body, some has passed on to me, her unborn child. During that time I was born into this world, but I wasn’t fully developed, which explains my short stature. Not only was she electrocuted, the invention was made from the electric chair which was a possessed item of veined eyes’ curse. Marlene had made contact with the invention, which means the electrons from the invention were possessed as well. It was passed down to me, and thus I became a cursed relic of the house. That is the reason why everywhere I go it follows me. I was doomed the day I set foot into this world. Everywhere I go, death strike at those that are closest to me, including myself. I’m a danger to myself and everyone around me.

If Marlene wasn’t the ghost, then who was it? If I could recall the video I saw at the house, Leslie said to that cameraman friend that she wanted to make Scott pay and all they would have to do is bring him to the chair. Was she talking about an electric chair? Could Leslie and Scott be the ghosts that’s been on my tail from the very beginning?

I close the book, and took out my yearbook. As I start reading the yearbook, I begin to have a flashback of my past, which may be the last piece of my forgotten history.

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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