The night was cold. Colder, a lot colder than what early summer nights usually were. Setting her bare foot against the only part of the living room floor that wasn’t covered up by carpets of any sort, Tanya hissed quietly as the bottom of her foot was met with a surprisingly cold plastic carpeting of the living room floor.
“Honey, are you here?” she asked quietly, looking around her in the very dim lighting of the living room. It was barely after midnight, but the room was already toned down in the lighting terribly. She could barely see around her, but she wasn’t going to let that fool her around. Tanya knew, more than well unlike most people would have probably, that her husband was currently laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch some shuteye if it was just any way possible after being awakened by yet another one of those nightmares of his, about mass murders and all other grotesque stuff which whoever would classify more commonly known as a nightmare.
Tanya could hear someone shifting their position on the couch, located in the middle of the living room. A little smile touched up on her lips as she made her way across the room, before stopping behind the couch. Placing her hands against the cold leather on the back of it, she took a moment to adjust her eyes better to the darkness – obvious choice would have been just to turn the lights on, but that would be too harsh on the eyes and gather the attention to their huge living room windows, especially from the opposite building. Neither of them wanted that, especially since not only didn’t they want to be a laughing stock, but it would definitely raise up the attention of the bystanders, and that was something that neither of them didn’t want to happen, considering how harsh the dream reality had been on his husband for the past few months or so.
“I’m right here,” a man’s voice answered back at her little call earlier, right below her from the couch. Looking down, Tanya still wore the smile on her face as she was greeted in the dark by a little smile coming from the dark haired young man in his mid to late twenties, the moonlight coming from outside giving a little light and shine in his bright green eyes as he stared up to his wife. Gently reaching his hand up, the man slowly pushed a coil of Tanya’s dark brown hair from her face to behind her ear, before landing his hand against her cheek.
“Is it the dream again?” Tanya asked quietly, still playing with the smile on her lips. The man looking up at her nodded, pulling his hand back from her face before sitting up on the couch, Tanya’s hand ruffling through his short, messed up dark hair in order of trying to relax him even just a little bit. It was obvious that he had had a rough night so far, she had been woken up by him leaving the bed about two hours ago, and it was usual that when he was having the dreams, it took him all night to get any sleep at all afterwards. Usually he didn’t even sleep, he just kept himself up and working instead. And then, when it was light around and safe, he would sleep during the day time while she was at work, as the dreams only seemed to occur during the nighttime.
“It’s one of them,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders before his hands brushed over his face, the man letting out a really tired sounding sigh. “Young, pretty girl, and a pervert old man… She doesn’t want to do things with him, he forces her, she fights back. He shoves her around, a bit too hard as she loses her footing, trip and fails, hits her head, instant death.”
“That doesn’t sound at bad as some of the previous ones that I’ve heard from you, Jerrold…”
The man looks up from his hands, but doesn’t have the guts to turn towards his wife, standing behind him behind the couch. “It would be alright there. But it doesn’t end. He does what he wants to the body, and afterwards, in the fear of getting caught… He puts her into pieces.”
Jerrold could hear Tanya’s breathing sharpening significantly as she processed his words in her head, the man taking a small look over his shoulder towards the woman, who fixed her eyes looking back to his, tilting her head slightly to the right to catch his look in the right angle. “I could help these people, Tanya. I could. I could do so much for them.”
“You don’t know if these are real people,” Tanya sighed, brushing her hand through her hair. This wasn’t an extraordinary conversation during the nighttime in this household, this had been going on for few months now. She knew what Jerrold meant though. She knew that he knew that the people he saw getting murdered and raped in his dreams were all real people – more often than once had they been discussing his dreams, only to later see the exact same happening being on the news, or the same criminal getting caught as what Jerrold had just been dreaming about few nights back. It happened every time he saw one of these dreams, which now days started to be almost every night, and it only took few days for it to be revealed in the news or some other way that the same people had been murdered or had been locked away because of a murder. Every single time.
“We have seen plenty of proof for that already,” Jerrold sighed, reaching for the television remote on the coffee table in front of the couch. Tanya sighed, knowing that it was just going to happen again – no matter how she tried to convince him out of these ridiculous plans, he always wanted to proof her wrong. If it was just a coincidence or not, maybe a really well planned and awkwardly played trick, she actually had no idea. In a way Tanya believed that this happened for a reason and they weren’t just regular random nightmares. But then again, this whole mess had been going on for so long, and as Jerrold believed more and more into these things as they continued to happen and whatnot… Let’s just say that she wasn’t exactly sure what to believe in majority of the time.
“All these people… We’ve seen that what I see in my head, has come true to them. All of them. There has been the murderers captured, reports of brutal murders, they even released pictures of one of the murder victims and the autopsy report told clearly that she had gone through the exact things I saw happening to her in the dream.”
“Jerrold, honey, I know you want to protect these people. I understand that,” Tanya sighed, walking around the couch and sitting next to her husband. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pressed a little kiss on his cheek. “But sometimes you have to accept the fact that some people might not… See these things as you do. Given, you could save lives with this skill of yours. That is obvious and a really noble thing to do. But how many people would actually believe you, how many would believe that you have these skills? How many people would think that since you know so much about all these cases, you are actually the murderer, possibly a serial killer based on the facts of multiple murders you could lay down on the table for them? It’s righteous thing that you want to do, but it would be too risky. Too dangerous.”
The man didn’t answer anything back, but the darkening look on his eyes told more than any of his words ever could. He knew Tanya was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better about anything at all. In fact it was doing the exact opposite to him, making him know even deeper now that no matter how much he wanted to help these people around and that he could do that, he just might put not only himself into a great danger, but also his wife, and then no one could help these people anymore. Not that much was done for them right now either way, but there wouldn’t be more than one Jerrold Page sitting behind the bars in jails, seeing these dreams and never being able to help anyone do anything about them. Things would probably be even worse than they were right now.
Jerrold lifted the remote he had picked up in his hands a while ago, pressing the button on the top right corner, the television on the opposite side of the room making a quiet clicking sound and turning on a little blue light in the bottom right corner of the frame, marking that it had been opened. The couple turning their attention towards the television screen as it slowly light up, opening up on the news channel immediately. That was basically all Jerrold was watching during his days while he was alone at home, whether he actually watched it or not, was then another case. He usually just left it rolling on the background while he worked on his studies, just in case something relevant to his case would pop suddenly up, he wanted to keep up on all the current events regarding to the murders, victims, everything. Obviously it wasn’t that easy without being in the force by himself, but he had valuable friends inside, so to speak, who helped him to make the case work, brought him in the needed details and whatnot. Someone who actually believed in his skills and wanted to help him explore them further and help him to figure out what was going on inside that interesting head of his. Some people that he actually trusted his information with.
As the news channel popped up, there was immediately something about a mass murder showing up on the screen. They were adding more details into the given reports in the past few days, and Jerrold was aware most of the victims that they had already announced. He had seen them all. Being pushed against an electric fence, being stabbed to death, one even being strapped into a car seat and being driven into a wall by who knows how. This mass murder was extra tricky due to the fact that no one had any idea why the murderer, if there was even just one murderer or bunch of them, wasn’t doing things in the classic way; same murder style, same city, same evidence on the scene. The only thing that was connecting these murders to be from one and the same person, was the fact that all victims so far had been young women in their early twenties, and blondes. That was all. Everything else had been scattered around, which was giving out doubts that it was indeed multiple different people, but the age of the women and hair color didn’t match up together with the other randomness of this mess.
“You see that?” Jerrold asked, giving a quick look towards his wife who had concentrated on reading the reports appearing on the television screen. “People could think that it’s multiple murderers. But it’s not. I can tell you that. I’ve seen the face every single time he decided to slice or blow up or do anything else to a blonde girl barely over her twenties. It has always been the same person. Every single time. And all these reports,” he motioned towards the television, before turning back towards his wife, this time with more than just a quick glance, “Confirm that the victims were the same people who I have been seeing in my dreams. And that they all died in the exact same ways I saw it happen. All of this, I saw days before it actually happened, before they actually put out any news or reports about it.”
Tanya reached for the remote from the hand of her husband, clicking the television off. Jerrold gave her a questioning look, it taking a bit time for her to see his full expression as her eyes slowly got used to the dark room again. “Honey, you know I believe you. There is no reason for me to not believe that all of this is true. You know that.”
Jerrold nodded, watching as Tanya lowered the remote back to the coffee table, before leaning back in her seat, staring at the closed television across the room, that still had a bit of light coming out of it, filling in with the gloomy lighting of the room that was being lightened up with the moonlight coming from outside. She sighed quietly, before sending the most genuine smile towards Jerrold as she just possibly could in the situation at hand. “But I want you to be safe. Not everyone is as open minded and imaginative to believe such a thing. You have to know that.”
“I do… I do. But that doesn’t mean I have to stand by and just watch it all happening while I know I could help and yet do nothing because people would think I’m insane. Or related to the case in the worst case scenario.”
“It is true,” Tanya nodded a little, brushing a coil of her hair behind her ear, eyes still locked on the television that was slowly dimming down before it didn’t give out any light to the room at all, but both of them had their eyes so used to the little lighting already that it barely bothered either one of them. “I know it must be killing you on the inside. But you have to… You have to look it from society’s point of view. Look it from my point of view.”
Jerrold cocked his head slightly, as Tanya sighed and turned towards him, her hands finding their way on both of his cheeks, her left thumb gently rubbing the soft surface of his face. “I don’t want to lose you. And if this is going to continue and in worst case scenario, you actually get involved into this whole mess the wrong way… We could never be together anymore.”
Jerrold sighed quietly, leaning forward to press his forehead against of his wife’s. She pressed a gently kiss on his lips, hands still covering his cheeks. Looking up to meet with her eyes finally, Jerrold couldn’t hold back a little smile as it took over his narrow lips. “I know that. And I’m trying to do whatever it takes to prevent that from happening. But you have to understand honey, these things are also important to me. I can’t help but to think what I could do to help in these cases where I obviously know some really valuable information, most of the time more than what the police already knows.”
Tanya nodded slightly, pressing another peck on his lips. “I know that. And I admire you from wanting to help these people so much. And when Arden comes over tomorrow, you tell him everything he has to know to be able to help out in these cases.”
“I will do that, he’s the only one who can do something about this without making me involved in this mess,” Jerrold nodded, pulling his wife into a tight embrace. If there was something he loved about her more than anything else, it was the fact that even after everything, no matter how totally insane everything that came out of his mouth sounded, she actually believed and trusted him still. Even after everything, the couple hadn’t been married for longer than just barely a year, but they had known each other for ages, or at least that’s how it felt like. They knew each other like the back of their hands, they knew they could trust each other – no matter if it was a case of such insanity, or just in general anything else. This relationship was built over such trust, and probably without it, there wouldn’t have been a damn thing that would have kept Jerrold from going insane with all these thoughts and dreams he was having.
Tanya nodded as they pulled apart from the hug, grabbing Jerrold’s hand into hers, before standing up from the couch. “Come on now dear,” she smirked, carefully pulling him up from the couch as well. “I’m going to keep you up all night so you don’t have to worry about seeing any more of those dreams of yours before sunrise.”
Jerrold chuckled, getting up on his feet and wrapping his arms around her waist. “But you have a workday tomorrow.”
“I was talking about keeping you up all night,” she answered with a little laugh, giving a peck of a kiss on his cheek as Jerrold pulled the woman closer to him. “I didn’t mention anything about myself. I’m going to amaze the hell out of you so you can’t sleep for the rest of the night and only think about me.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jerrold smiled, before gently sweeping the feet from underneath his wife, picking the giggling and screaming woman into his arms. Pressing a quieting kiss on her lips, he carried her out of the living room and into the bedroom, closing the door behind the two of them.