The Word No Part 2

Chapter 261-1

The Word No

Part 2

 

The light around me soon dissipated and so did my tiredness. I was urged forward like in a dream. Some people say they dream in color, stating that your mind is on a higher scale when it comes to imagination. Others dream in black and white, but when asked if they can remember their dreams, about 90 percent can’t. It is said according to scientist those that don’t dream in color are just average. I don’t know if that is true or not, but as far as I can remember I have always dreamt in color. But personally, I think that all people are just as smart or smarter than me. Some dreams I remember some I don’t, it depends on the dream and how I left it, more so if it was unfinished.

This was not a dream, oh god how I wished it was, and like so many of my dreams where I dream of all the things my parents had done to me. This dream was like stepping in another part of reality, or in my case stepping out of my body and traveling beyond the bounds of this world. Realty or dream, or spirit realty is nothing like a real dream. This dream had a purpose, not a flight of fancy; unlike my reality where I was dressed in only a waist robe, and sleeping. Here I was fully dressed in a plain non-generic T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, plus the fact I had brown leather satchel at my side. I called it my dream kit. 

Jeff called to me as I walked down a dirt road, where there was nothing but desert in the distance I could make out a large building, but the type was unfamiliar to me. Other then it was two-story brick building with blacked out dirty windows with screen bars on them. I looked around for anything that would give me a clue where I was. I looked up at the sky seeing the dark clouds hovering over the building. Everywhere else the sky was clear and blue. 

The air smelled like sulfur, and worst like dead rotting corpses. I recognized that smell; it was the same smell I would get when I was in the presences of pure evil. Indicating that the building was where the smell was coming from wasn’t a place I wanted to be. Yet that building was where I had to go even though I didn’t want too. Above the door written in stone lettering, it said North-wood asylum.  It made me shutter to go in there, but Jeff was inside and he was trapped.

I quickly put on my big boy pants and took several hard swallows. The moment right before I was to open the door. Jeff told me to stop, and look around the edge of the door. On the sides, I saw strange markings on the door itself. They were new fresh chalk indicating someone had recently been there. Jeff had me look down on the ground right at the foot of the door finding two more markings and some recently moved boards with more markings on them. Those I recognized for the cavern, I quickly recited the words I was told to use.

I watched as the symbols glowed that said the trap was still armed which meant it was set the moment they walked out the door. That anyone walking in would be in a world of hurt. The one thing I learned from Jeff was what I can do and can not do in this type of dream world. One: You can not become superman and fly. Two: everything has a rule to how things work. The most import thing is your imagination and being able to hold that train of thought long enough to bring items from your reality into the dream or spiritual side of reality.

I had been working hard on that particular part, because of the nightmares I have been locked inside that church basement. I had to learn to focus on what kinds of things I can use, and still be in that dream. I couldn’t say or wish for a magic bag of tools like a knife, a gun or anything that not possible but wishful thinking.

Instead, I could use the things around me, or the basic items I carried inside my satchel; which were a white piece of chalk, some string, a notebook, and pencil and most important a flashlight plus one other thing a string of white beads and wooden blocks with letters on them. Everything else was too hard for me to keep my focus. I had been working on a pocket knife, but every time I thought of it, would turn to jelly or evaporate into thin air.

Without Jeff’s help, I couldn’t do much more than this. He called it a learning curve, that in time I would be able to do it and much more. Jeff walked me through placing images into my mind of each thing I had to do first. One locates all the traps by the entrance by the door. Check, noting that I had found 6 symbols and used the words I was taught to use. The words only highlighted the traps and symbols. To disarm them was a whole different problem, I wasn’t a wizard of any kind. I was just a normal person with no special gifts. Well mostly normal.

I reached into my bag pulling out my notebook and copied each of the symbols the best I could. Mostly for reference and so my physical self could recall them later once I woke up. I then took the piece of chalk and circled each of the symbols and drew strange lettering having no clue what it means other than the fact that it would allow me to enter, without setting off the traps. I then placed the beads that Dr. Sars had made for me and Dora had blessed. Telling me it would make me invisible to dark shadows and anything evil that I might encounter in this type of reality, if it was true or not I was about to find out because this place reeked of evil.

I felt a static charge as I went through the entrance, it made my skin crawl, but when I turned my head back towards the entrance where I had walked through I saw nothing but darkness. It was as if the world outside these walls didn’t exist. I heard the strange sound of bells, not knowing if I was hearing it here or in this reality or in my reality or both. Instead, I reached into my bag pulling out the flashlight and slipped the chalk into my bag. The flashlight kept blinking in and out of this reality.

Even more so after I heard a strange noise startling me, or feeling someone or something pass by me, making me lose my focus. Jeff urged me on stating that we didn’t have much time, once again reminding me this realty worked differently than my own where my physical self was sleeping and my spiritual self was doing all the hard work.

It wasn’t long before I regained my composer, saying over and over in my mind that nothing can hurt me here. If that was true then why did I feel like every step I took could be my death? Again my flashlight blinked out of my hand telling me I was losing my grip. It was in many ways a reminder for me to keep my focus on keeping it in this world. It wasn’t long before I made it across the room; it was nothing more than walls and broken furniture. Yet I could see several new items like folding chairs around a card table with a camping lantern, and several empty beer cans and bottles.

If I looked closely enough I could see the blood that stained the floor. That said something or someone had killed the men here. I couldn’t see the bodies, but I knew that they were there, seeing the dark shapes, hanging from the rafters just like in the cavern. There were movement and a low like growls, or more like people or things eating. My stomach leached the moment one of those dark shadows crossed in front of me and sniffed the air where I was standing. I could see their glowing yellow eyes as they blinked at me as I stood still. Hoping that my beads were working as my hand reached up to touch them as the dark beasts sniffed the air around me, then moved away from me; stating that it was nothing of interest. 

They were the closest thing to a ghoul I think of; I had no doubt that if given my father a chance if the circumstance arose. He wouldn’t have a problem not only to kill me with his bare hands but feed upon my bones like these ghouls. In fact, he would not only be glad to do it, but he would also insist he be the one to kill me and rip me and my brother apart limb by limb. I shudder to think of how much joy he would get seeing me hanging from the ceiling as these ghouls like creatures ate me and my brother Aaron.

Again losing focus watching the flashlight in my hand blink in and out of existence, reminding me to keep it together while Jeff urged me forward finding the next door smashed in and having to skirt my way around it, causing those creatures to turn their attention back to me. I held still until they decided it was nothing important. Once again I was told to stop and look around the entrance, finding more symbols just like the ones at the entrance. Only this time they were more of them and more complex, it took me several minutes to copy them down.

Once I had and repeated the circle and my own symbols that would allow me to pass; feeling once more that same static charge as if I was walking through a sheet of freezing cold water. I took several hard gulps finding that path beyond this door that Jeff was leading me too went downward. I wanted to shout. “No, no way was I about to go down into another dark basement.”

Yet again saying no wasn’t option Jeff needed me, and everyone was counting on me to free him. I had no idea what was taking place back home. I had no way of knowing if Tony and his team were here, nothing said they were. So I stilled myself and made my way down the stairs as I hummed a tune. I hummed AC & DC. The song Hells Bells, I didn’t know the lyrics by heart, but I knew the tune, plus it seemed very appropriate since I was going into the bowels of hell itself. It wasn’t long before I reached the bottom.

The moment I did, I saw several spirits trapped inside an iron bar cages. Three more men sitting at a card table, each one slumped over with gunshot to the head. Even though there were four chairs and four sets of cards sitting around the table, the fourth chair was empty. I could see cold hard cash sitting in pools of blood and beer that had tipped over with a gun lying on the floor where the last man had dropped it. I tried to look away, but their eyes held me in place. Jeff quickly snapped me out of it. The first thought that went through my mind as they were playing Russian- rolliet. The winner must have been the one to leave the table, while his companions were all dead.

Jeff seemed impatient as the other spirits I didn’t recognize tried to get my attention. Jeff told them to be quiet, that now that I was here I could free them all.  I didn’t say anything as I made my way down the row of cells. I had no idea who they were, and I had no idea how I was going to get them out. Seeing as the cells were locked and seeing no keys hanging anywhere. Jeff said. I would have to pick the lock after I had broken the spell that kept them inside each of the cells.

I blinked a couple of times stating all I had was my flashlight, some string, note pad and my piece of chalk. Jeff seemed unconcerned by the dilemma I was in. Having me pull out all my items, having me envision some sort of Skeleton Key. Not once was I able to keep the image long enough to do me any good? The spell too was complicated as he had me push the notebook and pencil to him. Allowing him to draw the symbols I would need to break the spell that would free him and everyone else, once I was able to unlock the cells. I didn’t need much light considering Jeff and his friends provide enough light radiating over them that too me the room was as bright as day.

Jeff pushed back the notebook and the pencil and showed me where the places were that making it impossible for him and his pals to do much other than pace the cells. However the cell bars were made special for them, the only way they could leave is if someone unlocked the door, plus not only that I would have to lead them outside; which meant I had walk back and forth across the ghoul’s threshold and back down these stairs until everyone was free.

I swallowed hard putting on my big boy pants, wanting so very much to say no. Yet I was the only one that could do it, so what choice did I have. I only had break the spell at the cell doors, and find a way to unlock the doors of each of the cells. Again I had no key; I had nothing then items I have mentioned, but the question was, was I up to the challenge. I only hoped when I die and if there is a god. Jeff and his pals will remember this, that they I owe me a big favor.

I trusted Jeff for he has never lied to me. So I went to work freeing him first because he could help me free his friends. Where I doubted his friends would be that much help once I freed them. The symbols were complicated, but once I had done it right there was a trail of red light encompassed the front part of the cell, indicating I had done it right. I questioned what would happen if I had gotten it wrong. I asked but Jeff refused to answer stating it wasn’t important as long as I did it right. Something the way he said it made it sound like if I had done it wrong something very bad would have happened to me.

Even with the spell removed they still couldn’t get out without me unlocking the cell doors. Plus the fact I had to walk them out of this place one at a time, only to return so I could do it again. There was nothing I could do about it, it was what it was. It didn’t help to have the others tell me to hurry. Some were angered because I was taking too long having Jeff remind them if it wasn’t for me, they would be here forever. So they grumbled, but they didn’t hurry me as I took my time breaking each of the spells that were preventing them to walk through the door once I unlock it.

The hard part soon came as I knelled on the floor trying to work out the complicated problem on how to create a Skeleton Key out of thin air or manipulate my string to become a key I have never seen. Without Jeff’s help, we would have been there forever. He was able to put his hands through the bars, now that I have broken the spell. He quickly focused on the lock and smiled as he worked my string into the shape it needed to be. However, the moment that it touched my hands the string unraveled falling apart. Yet Jeff couldn’t pick it up because it was my string, my imagination not his, being a part of me and my reality.

I grew angry quickly as it kept blinking out of existence or unraveling the moment I picked it up. I lost track of time on how long I worked the problem, then when I was close holding the key in my hand as it went inside the lock, it blinked out of existence or came out like a piece of string. Jeff urged me on stating I was making it harder then it should be. Having me remind him that I was still dealing with the fact I was alive and he wasn’t.

He took me by the hand telling me that in that time I had become something more than just another human being that went through life not living but taking everything for granted. Like having loving parents and family that cared about them; whereas I didn’t, I had nobody like that other than my grandmother and my brother Aaron. Sure I got lucky every now and again, finding foster homes that didn’t consider me just another paycheck.