Chapter 180: Curse and sickness

His whole body was burning. "Find him," shadowy figures echoed in his head. "Find the red-haired man."

He could feel the cold hard dirt below his skin, but his blood was boiling and his veins were throbbing. "Find him," the shadows shouted. "Find him."

"Shut up," Colby mumbled. " I just want to lie down."

By that time, Anna was by his side, carrying his head in her lap. "I told you not to do this," she grit her teeth and placed her hand over his forehead. "And you wouldn't listen."

With his blurry vision, Colby saw a shadow lean come to his ear; ethereal and eery. "Tell her," it whispered. "Tell her to find him, or you both will suffer the same fate," he could feel the shadow go through his skin and pinch his heart.

His hand raised as if to move the shadow. "They are telling . . . to find him . . . go to Osmond," it took all his energy to roll out those words.