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My eyes popped open when someone tapped me. I looked around the dark room but found no one. What the hell was happening? I thought about what Liam had said. If you ever need my help, don't hesitate. I decided to go to his room.

He was in his room. And so was Anushka. They hadn't slept yet. I checked the time to see that it was three a.m. already.
"What are you doing here?" Liam asked.
"I, um, I just came here to drink some water." I lied.
"Then go." He ordered.
I noticed he was hiding something behind his back, in his right hand.
"Hey what are you-"
"Stay away from me. Don't attack me please." Anushka said, her childish voice horrified.
I turned to see a knife in Liam's hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I cried.
"You won't understand. I need to kill him." He said.
He? I looked at Anushka. Her black eyes glared at me. I took a few steps back.
"I'm the murderer from your dream, Sarah. I am not the one who showed you the dream. And it was not what had actually happened." Anushka said, in the man's voice.
"No, you liar. It was exactly what had happened." Liam said. I looked at him. Did he know everything?
She roared with laughter, and that also a sarcastic one.
"I don't care what had happened. Just let me out of here. I don't want to get involved in this. Whatever this is, please count me out."
"Oh but baby, you're already in. And you can't go out now." She whispered and laughed; the windowpanes rattled and the thunder roared outside, urging the rain to pour more wildly down on the town.
Liam looked at me, horrified. I looked at him.
"Want an explanation? Ask him!" She pointed towards Liam.
Liam took small but steady steps forward while she had been talking to me, and then stabbed her. She shrieked, with her childish voice back again, and whispered, "He is out. You're late." She didn't speak anything after that. Tears escaped my eyes and I turned away. Liam looked at me.

I opened my eyes. I was still in my room. Was it just another of my stupid nightmares? I brushed and dressed up for work. Then I went to the breakfast table, where Liam was setting up bread and marmalade. And a cup of coffee for me. But there was no sign of Anushka.
"Where's Anushka?" I asked.
He said nothing.
"Oh my God. You didn't kill her yesterday, did you? Did you?" I asked. He nodded.
I put my palm on my forehead and sat on the chair. What was happening?
"I want to know. Everything. Please." I said.
"Madam, you don't want to be late for work, do you?"
"Work? Are you kidding me?"I cried.
He looked at my perplexed face and held my hand. I was outside. I bumped into a tree in the lush green forests. This was the past. Again.

It was the dream I had seen. I looked at Liam.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am William Hargreaves the second. Or William Hargreaves Jr."
"So, you are dead?" I asked.
"Physically. But not spiritually."
He let go of my hand.
"What do you want from me?" I asked.
"Not me. Your body has been chosen by my sister, Elizabeth, for possession."
"No!" I shrieked. "I don't want this. What will happen to me?"
He didn't reply. He looked away.
"What will you get by doing this? Please don't. I beg you." I whimpered. "Please."
"Possessing bodies makes us stronger. It gives us a life force."
"But you're dead!" I shrieked.
"It gives us a power- to communicate, to touch and to feel. And most importantly, to speak."
I said nothing.
"I love my sister. My sister needs you. Your body, I mean. To grow stronger. To feel human again. She deserves it."
I looked at him. "So, whose body have you possessed?"
He was quiet. He was confused. His eyes fluttered, as if looking for an answer, a solution.
"What?" I asked him.
"I didn't possess anyone. And yet I can talk to you, I can touch you. I can touch anyone." He said.
"Yes you can." I said.
"I eat food. Though I don't need it. And I sleep. Though souls don't."
"What do you want to say?" I asked him.
"I don't know. My sister cannot do these things. And nor can that Kumar."
"Kumar?" I asked.
"Blaise Kumar. The man who killed my family." He replied. He sat on the chair.
"There are answers we need to find." I said. He nodded in agreement.

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