This story is for those who like parodies. The panthom ghost of a man who was once a werewolf in his madness. It's called being a therian, of which one human believes they are a werewolf. The ghost of the man bothers a girl who's name is Archi, telling her different things of the world that is to come in the near future. Somehow she'll end up dead or alive. 
(this is a part of a story I've written and would like to complete...)
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I'm standing in a very dark room and someone is standing in front of me. He's looking at me. What am I supposed to do? The person is looking directly at me. I can't smell any sulfur, so it's probably not a demon. I'm having a vivid dream. The person has black hair, I can't see his eyes. It's replaced with no face. I'll call him No Face. Something tells me I should watch out. My brown hair is tied back and I have nothing better to do but listen to what the person has to say. I couldn't quite catch what he was saying, but I was laughing. I could see the room turn darker and the face of the man disappear. I didn't know who it was. Then he appeared again this time I thought I upset him.

No Face was gliding toward an open door. I followed him. I could see the door I walked through was bigger than me. That probably meant I was a small child. I could see the dark room No Face was standing in. A light was on and I could see that I was standing in front of a mirror clutching what looked to be a torn teddy. It's mutton was lying on the floor and it's head was dangling. I stood in front of the mirror shocked, why am I holding this? My hair is just as long as I am. I looked at my brown greenish eyes and could see No Face looking at me. I turned away and threw the doll on the floor.

“What joke is this? What am I doing here?�

The room was quiet and he walked into an ajar door. He was an ambiguous person, a body of a man, but no face. Not even an expression to see if he was dangerous. I slowly made my way toward the door and saw a small child's bedroom. Was this mine? I thought deeply.
No Face disappeared again.

I looked at the room, a little cot was in the corner of the room. I edged closer making sure I wasn't going to upset anything. I leaned over and saw nothing in the cot. Just a empty roughed up bedding where a baby were sleeping once. A small song was heard ringing down the hall of the room. It was in the bathroom. It was echoing. Ambling down the corridor with short stubby legs I made sure I wasn't going to die in my dream.

I saw a woman clutching what looked to be a baby. The baby didn't cry or make any moves at all, that meant she or he was dead. She was humming a song and sitting on squared cold bloody spattered floor.  The woman didn't care if I was staring at her. Her eyes was as white as snow and she couldn't leave the baby like that. She looked like she wanted to keep on holding the child. Holding it. Smothering it. How dead can a child get?

“She's gone off to another world lady. Give the child up.�

“Never... Never...�

The lady was cradling the baby wanting to see the child grow up and become an adult.

“Susan go away... Don't look�

The baby was small and I understood a mother would feel grief after losing a son or daughter. I felt her pain. I could see the dark room only making her delusional and after losing her child... I was sure she'd make a good decision. It would have taken a while for her to let go, after a few more minutes she put the baby on the floor and sobbed.

So my name is Susan I'm standing in front of a lady looking at a dead baby, what am I supposed to do now. I took the hand of the lady and tugged at her hand saying, “call the ambulance� The lady walked out of the bathroom and No Face appeared, pointed toward the dead baby. I looked at him and asked, “Is that you?�

Horror and dread came over my face as I saw the small baby. The lady rushed in and shooed No Face away. Screaming, “Your not taking them!� No Face looked at me and then said, “If you chose death, would you go to heaven? Or hell?� I told him, “Heaven, what about you?�

No Face answered, “I'm not always around here, I drift in the dreams of many. Maybe you could jump of a building and then I'd see you more often.�

I said, “Not over my dead body.�

“Figures. You meet someone who is smart enough to handle a situation and she ends up wanting to go to heaven.�

“I've never done anything wrong.�

Something told me he wanted me to say that I wanted to go to hell, maybe I was going to die in my sleep if I was going to say anything. I stayed quiet and looked at No Face. He leaned over and took the baby and melted into the wall of the flat. The lights came on and it looked like I was in a hospital for a moment. I stared at a bright light. Someone was flashing a light in my eyes. My blurry vision came to a normal reality and I saw I was lying in bed connected to a drip. I wasn't expecting this in my dream.

“What happened?� I asked the doctor

Now I was sure this wasn't a dream. I probably had an accident and had a terrible dream.
“The question is do you remember anything?� asked the doctor

I had no idea what to do. I was lying in a white sheet bed and the doctor was asking me if I knew anything about my life, if I had family or friends. Or even a medical record. I couldn't answer anything. I asked the doctor, “Is my name Susan?�

The doctor shook his head and said, “Your name is Archi, nothing else on the records, the little girl next to your bed's name is Susan, her mother cries every moment she gets when at her bedside.� I saw the lady I saw in my dreams sitting by Susan's bed, “Wake up darling, please...� I scrambled up, but the doctor pushed me down again. So I could just see the little girl's face behind the curtain. The lady saw me and she smiled like she knew me.

She said, “Your sister is OK, she's just sleeping, just sleeping.� I asked the woman, “Do I know you?� The woman grimaced and said, “You accidentally crashed your car while driving your sister to her school.� I moved the curtain and saw a girl with a patchy teddy next her.

I laid down once again, my mind drifting into a darkness serrounding me. Darkness and the lonely solitary ghost No Face was there again. He was holding out his hands to urge me to come with him. It was the very same spot where I last stood in my dream. Where the baby was taken.

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What should I do? Follow him? Stay and roam on my own??