Conjuring Her Deepest Fears

The next day actually came pretty fast. After Matt and Val had calmed Brian down, they went back upstairs to go to bed. But Brian stayed up. He wasn't going back to sleep. He would surely see Rain again. Is this how it is going to be forever? Is he always going to be scared of her even though she's dead? He had no idea. But it seemed like it was getting worse. Now she was showing up in his dreams. It wasn't just a voice. It was her.
Brian sat there on the couch until morning. Matt came down the stairs and stared at him. There were bags under Brian's bloodshot eyes. His hair was a mess and he was pale. "God, Brian..." was all Matt could say. "What the fuck do you want?" he snapped. "Why are you acting pissy?" "Just leave me alone," Brian mumbled. Matt walked over and sat down beside him. "Talk to me," he said. Brian gave him an ugly look. "About what?" "What happened last night?" "Well..." Brian was cut off by a knock at the door. "Oh great," he said. "People." Matt got up and walked to the door. He looked out the window. "It's the guys," he told Brian. "Oh, joy," he said sarcastically.
Matt opened the door and let Zacky, Johnny, and Jimmy inside. "Party's here," Jimmy shouted. "And it brought alcoholic beverages," Zacky said as he set a 12 pack on the coffee table. "And we intend to drink them," Johnny added. "Hey guys," Matt said. Jimmy turned to Brian. "Oh, shit. Who's that zombie on the couch." Matt cringed at the word zombie. "I haven't bee able to sleep," Brian told him. "Awww. Tell Uncle Jimmy what's wrong," Jimmy said as he sat next to him and put his arm over Brian's shoulder. "It's nothing," Brian said as he pushed Jimmy away. "It's Rain, isn't it," Johnny asked. "I said it's nothing." Brian stood up and walked into the bathroom. "Why is he being an ass?" Zacky asked Matt. Matt sighed. "Something's bothering him." "Obviously," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, he had to spend the night here last night," said Matt. "We went to his house and knocked and rang the door bell, but nobody answered. Is Rain home?" Johnny asked. "Uh...she should be," Matt answered. "Well, her car was there," Zacky said. Jimmy chuckled and said, "She must have been sharpening her pitch fork."
Brian walked back into the living room and looked around. "I'm gonna go home and uh...check on my wife." "Remember what I said last night," Matt said to him. The guys nodded and watched Brian as he walked out the door. "He's acting weird," said Jimmy. "Really weird." Matt sighed and sat on the couch. "He hasn't been himself lately. I wonder what's bothering him..."

Brian pulled into his driveway and got out of the car. The sight of his house just didn't make him feel too good. He got the feeling that someone was standing there, staring out the window at him from inside. Brian took a deep breath and started towards the door. There was an eerie silence when he walked inside. Something was in there with him. He felt it.
He slowly walked into the kitchen. No broken bottles. Everything was left untouched. He turned and headed back into the kitchen. Bang. Brian quickly turned. "What was that?" he asked himself. He looked at the basement door. It came from in there. Before he headed into the basement, he hesitated. Then, he walked towards the basement door. Brian turned the door knob and the door slowly swung open revealing a black hole. He started down the steps feeling sick at his stomach. Brian felt his heart start beating faster.
He made it to the bottom of the steps and flipped the light switch. Nothing. No one was there. He walked towards the center of the room and looked around. "Well..." he said. Brian turned to walk out, but he was stopped. Something hit him on the back of the head hard and he fell to the ground on his stomach. "Fuck!" He grabbed the back of his head and felt something wet. He looked at his hand and saw that he was bleeding. He lay there with his head throbbing in pain when a voice came. "Where's my shit, Brian?" It asked. Brian didn't turn around and look. His vision was blurry and it would be no use. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "I'm your fucking wife." She kicked him in the side causing him to cry out in pain. She knelt down beside him and grabbed his hair, then pulled causing his head to jerk back. He closed his eyes feeling a sharp pain. "Now, I'll ask you again. Where's my shit?" Brian groaned in pain, not answering her. "Alright, then. You wanna play that game, I'll play that fucking game." She hit him again and Brian blacked out.

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