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Chapter 20 - The Figure by the Window

"What am I doing here?"

Dante quietly questioned while lying on a soft bed. He lost his perception in the hallway of memories only to be awakened on a bed under the pitch darkness. He was confused and wondered what needed to be done to leave.

He surveyed the bedroom he was in and imprinted its descriptions within his mind.

The bedroom was somewhat large, with a luxurious bed along with expensive cabinets right beside it. There was a chandelier on the ceiling, and the walls were covered with antique wallpaper. The television was at the front of the bedroom, with the entrance at its left side and the windows at its right.

It was mostly empty other than some cabinets, tables, and toys.

From his observation, Dante knew that this was the bedroom of a young child. And this child was none other than the body he was currently occupying. The young version of the current body and the memories regarding its past.

Dante didn't know the specific age of the kid, but that wasn't the main problem.

'Why am here? What am I doing in this bedroom?'

He kept questioning the reason why he got teleported in these circumstances. Was the reason why the door wasn't locked? Maybe something wanted to lead it in the memories of a bedroom.

'Wait-'

'That shadow. It led me to the door by standing before it.'

'Is this the connection?'

Dante pondered as his eyebrows puckered.

*BANG!!!*

A thunderclap deafeningly roared as its radiant light gleamed through the curtains of the window.

He looked out the window after hearing the lightning strike and noticed that it was raining outside. His expression deepened after noticing the atmosphere since it reminded him of a horror moment.

'I should leave this room and investigate more.'

Dante wanted to leave the room and investigate the bedroom and the house. But as he moved his hands to take out the blanket covering him, he couldn't move a single inch of his muscle. It was as if something was stopping him from exiting the blanket.

"What the- "

He mumbled to himself, finding it confusing to not be able to leave the soft and comfortable bed.

'I'm trapped.'

He sighed as being trapped on a bed was annoying and denied him from investigating anything in the bedroom.

Dante began rolling on the bed and planned to crawl out of the blanket. Unfortunately, none of his muscles move. His limps were stuck in the current position it was in. He could never leave the bed in this kind of state.

'I see…'

'This is a memory, since I took control of my young body.'

'I wouldn't be able to do anything much within it.'

This was the conclusion that made sense within Dante's line of thought.

He was currently within memory lane, meaning that everything he was seeing was predetermined. The moment the memory end, he should be ejected from this space and possibly return back to his body.

With a conclusion in mind, Dante managed to calm himself. He kept investigating the old bedroom as the thunderstorm kept pouring outside.

While thinking about the thunderstorm and the bedroom, he noticed a shadowy figure on the window. He turned his gaze towards it, and a single thought emerged within his mind.

'W-Wait, isn't this bedroom a floor above the ground floor? After all, nothing but the heavens could be seen outside.'

Dante realized something important.

He was high up in the house, and despite being above the ground floor. There was a dark figure outside the windows. It stood silently and was pointed at the door of the bedroom.

'T-The hell…'

Dante thought while gazing at the shadowy figure that kept silently standing before the window covered in the rain. Thunderclaps kept flashing through the window, creating an instantaneous silhouette of the figure.

He didn't know what to feel to see something standing by the windows that weren't on the ground floor. Crazy things had been happening ever since his reincarnation, yet he didn't expect to be hunted by some shadowy ghost.

"Does someone want me to suffer?"

He quietly mumbled to himself and kept staring at the shadow.

Dante squinted his eyes as the shadow kept standing in a frozen manner. No movements could be seen, so he had no choice but to begin contact and interact with the shadow.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He questioned with a slightly shaken voice. The words that escaped from his mouth echoed throughout the room as the neck of the shadow slowly turned towards Dante. He felt stressed upon seeing it, but he remained calm and continued.

"Reveal yourself."

Dante stated with a cold tone while looking at the shadowy figure. The dark figure kept gazing at him before disappearing from his window. Seeing the figure fading out of existence, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

'Is it gone?'

He was relieved that the figure left without causing some trouble. But unfortunately for Dante, the dark figure wasn't gone. It was at the edge of the room, quietly standing.

He couldn't clearly see its face, but the figure wore a black and long coat resembling that of a reaper. Its body looked like the embodiment of shadowy darkness.

In simpler terms, Dante felt like he was getting hunted by some fearsome demon ghost. Like in horror movies where the ghost would loom over every character like darkness. While looming over them, the ghost would sooner or later find a way to devour its prey.

This comparison made Dante shiver since it made him feel that he was stuck in some horror movie. Why does this have to happen to him, to begin with? Why does the hallway of memories have to be creepy? Couldn't it look normal? Though, that wouldn't do anything other than change the genre into liminal horror.

"What do you want from me? And why have you called me into this memory?"

"It would better for you to speak than stand there."

"I know that you are nothing more but a product of my mind."

Dante uttered with a serious tone, convincing himself that the figure before him was nothing more but a product of his brain. Nothing more but a figment of imagination or a hallucination of some sort. In any case, the only thing he would have to do is ignore it.

The dark figure continued staring at Dante at the edge of the room before releasing its distorted and old woman-like voice.

*π–„π–”π–š π–π–†π–›π–Š π–‹π–Žπ–“π–†π–‘π–‘π–ž π–†π–—π–—π–Žπ–›π–Šπ–‰*

*𝕴𝖙 π–†π–•π–•π–Šπ–†π–—π–˜ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–žπ–”π–š π–π–†π–›π–Š π–π–Žπ–‘π–‘π–Šπ–‰ 𝖆 π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–‡π–Šπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–Šπ–“π–”π–šπ–Œπ– π–›π–Žπ–™π–†π–‘π–Žπ–™π–ž 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–™π–π–Š π–†π–œπ–†π–π–Šπ–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ.*

*𝕴 𝖆𝖒 π–Žπ–’π–•π–—π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Šπ–‰ π–˜π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–Žπ–™ π–π–†π–˜π–“'𝖙 π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ 𝖆 π–ˆπ–”π–šπ–•π–‘π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–‰π–†π–žπ–˜ π–˜π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–žπ–”π–š π–•π–†π–˜π–˜π–Šπ–‰ π–™π–π–—π–”π–šπ–Œπ– π–™π–π–Š π–‡π–”π–—π–‰π–Šπ–—π–˜ π–‡π–Šπ–™π–œπ–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–œπ–”π–—π–‘π–‰π–˜.*

The figure began speaking to Dante as if it was expecting his arrival. Dante's eyes narrowed while stunned. He had spoken such words to the ghost to lessen his fear. He didn't expect the dark figure to actually reply.

Dante gulped and remarked.

"You actually replied to me."

"Introduce yourself to me, dark figure."

He needed to know more about the dark figure and wanted to hear an explanation from it. He dislikes being dragged into some horror movie just because something wants to talk to him.

The dark figure slowly turned its head downwards and gazed at Dante. It then slid towards him without moving its legs. Dante felt tense upon catching the weird sliding movement of the figure.

*π•Έπ–ž π–“π–†π–’π–Š π–Žπ–˜π–“'𝖙 π–˜π–”π–’π–Šπ–™π–π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–‰π–Šπ–‰ 𝖙𝖔 π–‡π–Š π–Žπ–“π–™π–—π–”π–‰π–šπ–ˆπ–Š.*

*π–„π–”π–š π–π–†π–›π–Š π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–ˆπ–†π–‘π–‘π–Šπ–‰ π–π–Šπ–—π–Š 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–˜π–šπ–ˆπ–ˆπ–Šπ–˜π–˜π–‹π–šπ–‘π–‘π–ž π–†π–œπ–†π–π–Šπ–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–žπ–˜π–™π–Šπ–’.*

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