HAUNTED PRINCE by DENIS DANIEL (children's ebooks free online txt) 📕

“What happened? My prince charming, where am I? Take me with you, make me yours. My prince.” She said soon after I nudged her to wake up. And I think I just took a pick into Ashley’s dream, the first time ever. I had no idea she could desire such things, I mean fairytale.

“Shh, shh!” I quieted her, mom might be asleep or not, depending on how many clients’ files she needed to deal with. Unless she was right there at the living room waiting for us. I hoped she wasn’t since she would catch us too easily. There was a short corridor from the door to the garage to separate the living room and the back door, but there was a fair distance from there to the stairs. So if she was waiting for us, she would catch as quite easily.

“Why are my legs so weak? Am I paralyzing or something? Steve I think I’m becoming paralyzed. Wait, I think I should lie down a little.”

“Ash, I need you to stay quiet right now.” I sounded harsh but I didn’t know if she cared.

“Okay, we are on a mission. Do we have a target or something?”

“Yes, to get to your room quietly.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Good.” And I thought maybe she was finally going to be quiet.

“But why do we need to get to my room quietly?” she asked loudly as if she didn’t hear what I just told her couple seconds ago, and we were already inside the house going up the stairs.

“Shh, because we don’t want to wake mom.”

“Oh, we don’t want to wake mom,” surprising this time she remembered to whisper.

Then after four steps up the stairs she didn’t want to go up anymore. She sat down and I had to pull her up to stand and keep moving, at least now she didn’t say anything. When we got to the top I had to drag her by the shoulders to her room because she totally blacked out on me. It was like from normal to lifting a one hundred and fifty pound weight, not that she was that heavy I’d just been too lazy. But finally I got her to her room and put her to bed at last.

I went to my room and sat there confused. I always knew what I wanted and what to do when something bothered me, but not this time. I was desperately clinging to the possibility that everything I heard was fantasy and nothing more. I could easily accept that I was a freak and everybody knew it, but accepting there was a whole world of freaks out there living among people was harder, actually impossibly hard to accept.

I don’t know if it was because I knew believing in all that would make my situation all that more complicated or if it was because it would out me in a more compromising situation. What if I was one of those supernatural creatures and I killed all those people myself? Everybody know how vicious and cruel those creatures can be. What if I changed somehow and transformed into some kind of monster and killed them?

That was exactly the kind of idea which made me refuse to believe in supernatural world. But still I needed to know more about it, I wasn’t doing it out of curiosity or consolation or anything like that. I was doing it completely out of impulse, a force so strong in me I couldn’t just ignore it, and which I couldn’t really explain.

But even with the conclusion that I needed to see Alex again, my body was still tearing itself in two pieces. The saner part didn’t want me to believe in a girl I barely knew and another part that I didn’t really understand wanted me to go after her and to trust her.

And what was strange was that it was like another person was building up inside of me like some kind of another consciousness. A consciousness which had its own thoughts and own ideas and its own feelings. It was like this another me had hyper senses and emotions, but he was too deep inside of me I could hardly feel him. I could feel him better only when in the bathtub. I know that sounds nuts, and that is exactly what I thought I was becoming, and I couldn’t tell anyone.

There is no a single normal person or any sane person who can feel two people inside his body, besides it’s pretty creepy. Anyways there was one part of me that was right and another that wasn’t and I had to find which one was. Finally at last I felt exhaustion take over and lost myself slowly into a slumber.

It was comfortable for a while until I saw someone or through someone’s eyes driving in a high way, but I didn’t know going where and the person was driving fast I could see it on the dashboard. I panicked and suddenly I found myself back in my room in the bathtub and panting like a dog.

And with that I knew there wasn’t going to be any sleeping anymore for the night. I went to the shower turn it on and let the warm water wash over me. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder they always managed to get worse. But I had a feeling this was related with dreams I had of the girl with fiery hair. It could have been easier to find her or to prove that she was a real person if I could just see her face. Unfortunately I couldn’t see her face or maybe she didn’t want to show it. I know most dreams we control them ourselves but not this one.

I could feel this was a real person, except I didn’t know why I was dreaming about her or connected with her if you may call it that.

I had so many questions that I felt like I was in maze and I didn’t know what I did wrong, why were all these strange things happening to me, why couldn’t I be like everyone else? It could’ve been better if I had someone explaining to me what was happening to me, but sadly there was no one at all.

I sat there on the floor feeling the warmth of the water soothing my body and my thoughts. I was in a total dilemma, I didn’t know what to do or what to believe. I wasn’t even sure what I felt either.

I was in a stupor, and completely numb. I couldn’t think anymore because the only thing thinking brought me were more questions without answers. That I couldn’t do anymore, I was tired of moving in circles.

There was one thing I could do, something that wouldn’t force my mind to think about my problems. Quickly I turned off the shower and wore rob on and went to my room. My MacBook air was on the table unmoved for how long I couldn’t remember. It was a long time since the last time I used it, the last time I opened it I couldn’t last more than five minutes.

I wasn’t much of a social media person and on that part it was a good thing, I couldn’t imagine giving all those people the ability to say anything they felt like saying to me. They were afraid of saying it on my face, and a social media account would’ve given them just that.

I used to play online games before, but it was a while since the last time I did it. Today felt like a perfect day to resume that routine, to get my mind off some stuffs. I went through some of the old websites I used to play with and I found some racing games. Most of the time I preferred to play by myself, since that was what my life was meant to be anyway.

It didn’t take me long to get into it and forget everything else. Maybe passing from one level to another made me feel like I actually did something, that I managed to solve something. But I couldn’t say the same about my actual life, it was a huge puzzle I had no idea how to solve.

I got my mind wrapped up in playing that I didn’t see it was already morning and the sun was shining bright outside until the rays brightened my room. I quit playing the game and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and soon after I was done. But I didn’t want to go downstairs right away because I was always the one who woke up late in the house, so it would be suspicious if mom saw me waking up so early. Things were different though, Ashley was supposed to be awake but she wasn’t. And it wasn’t going to be nice to leave mom to do everything by herself. The only solution was to break the record, I was no longer the late riser anymore.

And since I was going to Alex’s place I needed to go downstairs and help mom prepare breakfast. I couldn’t even remember the last time I was in the kitchen making something with mom. We used to all three of us, Ashley, mom and I, she was the kind of person who loved to share her knowledge with others, but I think she enjoyed sharing with us the most.

“Morning Steven,” mom greeted right at the door,

“Morning mom,” I replied.

“I’m surprised you woke up earlier than your sister today, is everything okay?” she looked worried,

“I’m okay, but I think Ashley partied a little too much, she is not used to that kind of stuff.”

“Yes, you are right.” She said and then she paused for a second and continued “I was making waffles, I would love if you would help me.”

“Sure, mom I would love to help.” I said excitedly, I missed mixing things up.

I washed my hands and joined her trying to do as much as I could and follow the process as she was instructing me. Even though she just gave me a smallest potion of it. She gave me mostly so that I could enjoy doing it instead of worrying about ruining breakfast.

I never saw her deal with lots of people and the town’s people respected her, though not all of them because most were generally scared of her. Maybe because she could be extra serious when she wanted to, or because she never tried to get attached to them, except Ashley and I. What I know is that she always made us comfortable around her. I could pick any time and any day to spend time with her.

I played with my potion until mom was done and I was the last one even though I had the smallest. She smiled at me and complimented that I did well and that is exactly why I liked working with her, she never judged. After that I helped her make some orange juice and lemonade and a milkshake, she said she was feeling extra parched today, so I added milk!

She wasn’t kind of