Chapter 86 Night Horror

As I had suspected before coming, Money couldn't sway Denise even though she was well in debt. Looking through the information on her, Denise had only met one major stumbling block in her life and it was the Richard case. She had dropped all her other clients, sold her properties and even taken loans just for the case and after continuously meeting failures, she disappeared from the eyes of the world. Even online, Denise Heather was only talked about as just impressive lawyer and nothing more. It was like she and the world had agreed to slowly kill off her existence, to eradicate every footprint she had made in this world. The information deepsnake provided me with, while it gave me another clear glimpse into the other side of the world and also the depth of deepsnake's skills, it also gave me the key to Denise's heart and mind. I had expected to need to go through a couple of doors to the woman's heart, but with the first door, I had made it there. Having Denise slip into a state of reminisce and slight vulnerability wasn't just a result of me blabbing to her that I knew about her nightmares, more importantly, it was the result of an advantage I didn't even know I had. They say the eyes don't lie, and though it should make no sense given my charisma and appearance when I let down my defences and opened up myself, I let the woman stare into the eyes of a man who had seen just as many years as she had. The familiarity Denise felt from me was an attack she hadn't placed any defense against and when my words moved to strength of the past, she succumbed to the melancholy in the atmosphere. Unfortunately, despite my words and offerings of a second chance, Denise had lost faith, she had lost hope and as we talked the woman began awakening from her sombre mode, her mind's fortifications readjusting and rapidly building up. Seeing that Denise would be back to her normal not cooperative, uninterested, dismissive, all-knowing, probably unforgiving self, I knew that I had to do something. Rather than let Denise recover though, I decided to further break her walls. I planned to make her more vulnerable and then strike. Nightwalker was a technique meant to infiltrate dreams. It came with a warning about the consequence of using the technique on someone who wasn't dreaming, telling of entering the person's nightmare, and at the moment that was what I wanted. I hoped that my use of the technique would take me to Denise's nightmare of the Richard's family. Just like last time, darkness swallowed my vision and when the light came back, I blinked my eyes and frowned at the scene before me. I had expected to be taken to a scene of three dead bodies and two traumatized people or in the worst case, one where Denise's imagination had created the horrifying scene of the family screaming as they were attacked, but instead, I found myself standing several meters away from Denise who was kneeling at the center of living room, on a wide blue rug and helping two kids put together building blocks. "Did she have children" I wondered, my eyes looking at the two at most 9-year girls who were excitedly putting several building blocks together before then moving to a boy who sat on a chair to the side reading a book. "Man, she has a fat ass" Since getting into Denise's office back in the real world the woman had remained glued to her seat, but now, standing behind her as he knelt and bent forward, the crack in her ass being visible, I yearned to go behind her and ram her rear. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It took me some seconds to shake my head and take a step forward, suppressing my perverseness in favour of understanding my situation. I wanted to move over to Denise, but then I hesitated, because if things in this dream turned out like they did with ninja Momma, then I might be kicked out of it before accomplishing anything. Rather than expose my presence, I took stock of the house and then quietly moved behind a wall that hid a door that led to the back of the house. I had just taken my place behind the house, focusing back on the peaceful scene at the center of the house, when footsteps sounded behind me and the door was opened. I froze in shock unable to believe that I had been caught so soon, but the man and woman who entered didn't spare me a glance. With smiles on their faces, they closed the door and passed through me, heading for the center of the room. "So, I'm invisible and intangible" Thinking of this, the tension I had been feeling washed away, but as I walked out from behind the wall, my image perfectly in the line of sight of the man and woman who had entered and were now talking with the kids who called them daddy and mommy, staring at Denise's back which was turned to me, I rushed back to my hiding spot. "Why do I feel like things will be different with her. Man, what kind of a nightmare is this." Taking a peak at the scene in the living room some seconds later, I spontaneously imagined leading Denise to one of the rooms upstairs, having her turn around while I zipped down the skirt she had on, took it off and buried my face in her fat ass. I was lost in thought of what I could do with Denise's unholy ass when finally, she stood to her feet, and while laughing moved to the couch to the side, revealing her mature beautiful face and the tears unceasingly flowing down it. "System you said nightmare, not horror." Just because I had been looking at Denise's butt didn't mean I wasn't paying attention to what was happening. When the man and woman entered the house, they had been smiling with Denise, agreeing to some deal the couple had gone outside to privately discuss with her. Their conversation had switched to talks about the children, the parents talking about the mischief of the last child and eliciting laughter. It was a fun and peaceful atmosphere, Denise especially being quite forthcoming with her praises for the kids, yet as she sat down the tears flowing down her face said something else. Peaking from behind the wall at her side profile, While Denise spoke motions in Denise's mouth her eyes were vastly different, and it didn't take me long to guess what was happening. "Her present self has been immersed into her past self in the dream. She is reliving what happened." This reasoning all made sense till I remembered a critical detail that made the whole scene before me very wrong. "Unless this isn't the night they died, Denise wasn't even in the city the night tragedy struck."