Two months had past until I next saw the spectrum and for the weeks leading up to it I had been having a reoccurring dream. I was chasing people through the streets of London, in the mid eighteenth century. Once I had caught them, I dragged them into a narrow alley and stabbed them until they finally died. Next I pulled them limb from limb and sent some of their body parts to living relatives. The dreams didn’t matter now, I was in Scotland celebrating the wedding of my cousin Paul and his fiancée Emma. We were staying at an absolutely huge and amazing Georgian Manor in Fife called Balbirnie Castle. The décor was coffee brown and cream with matching brides dress and all of the lads had worn kilts. As the ceremony passed and the meal was eaten, the beer was being supped at a pace as we had a good 8 hours of it.
I went back to my room at about 3 O’clock in the morning and made myself at home, this part of the manor looked very familiar to me but I have never seen it before. It wasn’t long before I was asleep. I started to dream again, the blonde girl I was chasing also looked familiar. Her shoes had slowed her down and she was easily caught. I cut her throat and watched her bleed, for some reason I felt very good about myself. Suddenly my dream changed, I was standing under some gallows looking up at a man I also recognised. This was the first time this had happened to me. With an unexpected jilt I awoke and looked around. In the corner of the room was a young girl crying, when she noticed me she ran for the door and down a hallway. Curiosity got the better of me and I followed her, as I was running I saw all the decorations had disappeared on the walls, no pictures and no carpet. Instead the walls were bare and damp, the floors were stone cold and my footsteps echoed down the hallway. I followed the cries of the girl to a party. In the middle of the room forming a circle were all the people I had killed in my dreams. In the middle of the circle was a man on his knee, it looked as though he was asking a blond girl to marry him. Everybody was mocking him, even the girl. Everybody was pointing and laughing,
“Why would she marry you,” one of the spectators commented. I saw one man standing at the back of the room not laughing, I remember him as he was the man I saw hanged. The man in the middle stood up,
“Oh my God,” I said to myself as I was backing into a corner. For the next few minutes I just kept having flashbacks. I finally muttered the words “I remember.” This was me in my past life, I remember killing everyone who was laughing at me because of this party. I saved the one I wanted to marry to the end. I got another flash back, I was in a court to show support to my friend who got hanged for the murders. That’s who I saw being hanged.
The people at the party noticed me,
“You, how dare you,” one man shouted. Just then the tables began to rise into the air and flew across the table towards me. I ducked and started to run back down the corridor, I ran and ran until I came to a dead end, my friend approached me
“We had some good times you and me yet you watched me be hanged for your murders,” he said with anger in his voice.
“I was scared, I didn’t know what to do,” I begged, “I didn’t mean to. I am a different person now.”
“I know, this is why this is happening, you have to prove that you have changed, you must realise how much hurt you caused, convince yourself you have changed for the better and you will be accepted into the house.
The rest of the ghosts appeared,
“Your time has come,” a man said with a sword in his hand. I stood up full of fear and as he drew back his sword I shouted at the top of my voice
“I’ve changed, I’ve changed, I’ve changed, I’VE CHANGED.” As the blade of the sword cut into my flesh and I fell to the ground.
I was woke up as I fell out of my bed that morning, I got out of bed and felt as if a huge burden had been lifted of my shoulders and felt happier than I have ever been. One year later and I had not seen another ghost or had another dream.
