SOUL HUNT

Prologue

He came to last night and the night before that. He came to my dreams every night after he stopped me from taking away my own life. If I believe in angels, I may think that he is one, a guardian angel. But I don’t believe in such.

I remember the pain of loss as if it happened yesterday. In a moment, I feel that they’re still here and I can see them. I hear them and I even feel their presence. But as soon the memories came, all of the agony starts building again. My family, they died or so they tell me. But I never believed them when said that it was an accident that our house, the only house among the village, was burned, and that my family was burned alive, accidentally. I never believed that nonsense. It was arson.

When something terrible happened to us, we often ask, “why me?” Then people will tell you the worse things that happened to them and you suddenly feel better. Nothing changed but you felt better. But when something terrible happened to the ones we love and not to us, we cry out, “why not me?” And people can’t do anything but stare at you. When you lost everyone you love, and you have nothing left but your life. You have the burning desire to take that away. We hope because even if we lost something important, we have our loved ones to cling to. But how do you explain that to a traumatized fourteen-year old girl who lost her whole family and everything to a so-called accident. You just can’t. Humans are humans. Vulnerable and weak when alone, we can’t stand the agony.

I reached to point where I can’t endure the discomfort and pain, the sleepless nights and restless days. How can I continue to live in this dead routine of trying to survive day by day? It was that day when I planned to follow my parents and siblings wherever they are.

Somehow, the odds are totally against me. Just when I thought I succeeded, I found out that I didn’t die. What’s worse is that I can’t die. I tried, a couple of times, but some unknown force seems to be stopping me. It is when I really got face to face when I met him or whatever it was…

CHAPTER ONE

When I was younger, I used to dream about this man. I don’t know his name but I recognize the face. I used to think about him and why he kept on appearing in my dreams. As I got older, that sense of curiosity faded away… until tonight.

He came to me tonight and I knew it was him although everything was a blur.

He was saying something, some incoherent murmurs. I didn’t understand anything but I nodded to show that I’m listening or at least I’m trying to listen. I can see him, I can feel his presence but he so distant. His stare never left me but he is moving away. No, wait! And then before I knew it, it was gone…

Breathing heavily, Dan woke up from a familiar dream.

“And so we met again” she said sighing as she wipe sweat off her forehead with her blanket that’s already damp. Laying her hands above her head, she stared at the ceiling. “I thought this was a thing of the past. This dream, I thought I was over it like how I was over grieving their deaths. But now, it is coming back again.”

“Is it?” a familiar voiced asked her.

Startled, she sat right up and looked for the owner of the voice.

Dan has been living alone who has no friends or relatives that might pass by. Especially because it damn right unusual to have a casual visit in the middle midnight!

Who could that be? A thief?