Sanjay bolted up, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, chills all across his body.
"Dude, you okay?" asked Aaron.
Still gasping, Sanjay replied, "No... not at all..."
"Tell me what happened, lemme get you some water." Aaron walked down to the kitchen and got a glass of water for Sanjay. As he came back upstairs, Sanjay was gone. "What the hell?" Aaron slowly walked downstairs again, and there was Sanjay in his study, pacing furiously. "The hell you think you're doing?!"
"I-I-- I had a dream."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"No, it was important, I've never had this before."
"Why do I care? I've only been your roommate for what, 3 weeks?"
Sanjay vaulted over his desk, blowing papers every which way, and grabbed Aaron's shirt, pushing him against the wall.
"DAMMIT! What the hell you think you're doing?!"
"If I let you stay here, I can sure as hell kick you out. Now shut the hell up and LISTEN." Aaron had no reply. Sanjay let Aaron go and went back to pacing on the other side of the desk. "I had... a dream. A vision, you might call it. It was of this dark figure, a ghost, like an imprint of a past soul departed."
"Fancy vocabulary, Mister Harvard Scholar," Aaron muttered. Sanjay took no notice.
"I went to a house. He called it "the Abyss", whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. And then, all I remember is falling, falling into this black hole of sorts. Then, nothing. I could feel the ghosts around me, like I was prey, but then I heard some piano, and then here I am."
Aaron didn't say anything for a while, his face pale-white with fear. "So, you're saying that you saw a ghost, and then you fell into an ethereal black hole?" As Aaron went over the information aloud, the color rushed back into his face, as did the skepticism.
"Yes."
"BS!" Sanjay clenched his fists and twisted his neck in an attempt to control his anger, then sat down at the desk in front of him, motioning for Aaron to do the same. "I'm not sitting down! You explain yourself RIGHT NOW!"
"I did," Sanjay said with a cold intensity, "I told you everything." Now it was Aaron who was pacing.
After much contemplation (and pacing), Aaron said quietly, "Isn't it obvious then? We have to investigate!" Aaron ran out of the room, up the stairs to his bedroom, and came back down with his brown leather jacket, his iPhone, and a backpack before Sanjay said anything. "I'm not sure about this." Sanjay eyed the bag suspiciously.
"Dude! There's nothing in the bag!"
"Then why the hell do you NEED IT?!"
"Well, I do have some stuff in here." Sanjay motioned for Aaron to empty the backpack. Aaron proceeded to take out a flashlight ("I read somewhere that ghosts hate light"), a metal ring with several large carabiner clips on it ("It'll help us get into the haunted house, trust me"), and a considerable length of rope ("I am not falling into some black hole!").
"That's a lot of nothing."
"OK! You got me! Now can we go?!"
"Dude, I was the one who had the dream. If you saw what I saw, you wouldn't be so eager to go."
"But I didn't, so GET A MOVE ON!"
"Fine," Sanjay relented.
In a few minutes, Sanjay had a similar backpack to Aaron, along with a water bottle, his laptop, and kitchen knife.
The two went outside and were met with the biting winter cold. Few stars could be seen in the black expanse of the night sky. Sanjay shuddered. Shivering, Aaron and Sanjay navigated the streets of Clare View Point until they found the house they were looking for. Aaron made a note of the address on his phone. 88 Rory Ln. The two made their way up the concrete steps to the door of the house. Sanjay hesitated as Aaron opened the door and walked in. "Are you sure this is legal?" Sanjay asked.
"Since when did you ever care about the legality of your actions?"
"Ever since I realized that getting killed by ghost-devils in a haunted house would be a bad idea."
"Touche... Well, are you coming or not?"
Sanjay inhaled sharply, then closed his eyes and, with Aaron by his side, stepped across the threshold.
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