Chapter 24

I never really dreamed of anything since the death of my parents. I only had recurring terrible nightmares for three months or so. After undergoing some therapy and talked things through with Jonathan, my therapist, I stopped having nightmares but once in a while, they would come back to haunt me. I never went back to my therapist though. I just avoided the old man at all cost.

The next morning came faster than I expected.

I was woken up in the morning when the door bell rang.

I groaned as I tried to turn away with my hands pressed up against my ears to block off the noise but it became persistent.

I wanted to shout at whoever was at the door to go away but decided against it when my eyes fell on the clock.

It was already eleven o’clock.

I might as well wake up, I thought as I got off the couch.

I tried to find my slippers but after a while of searching for them, I stood up in anger as the door bell rang like crazy.

Whoev