There will be no sex in this part and if it discourages you from reading it ; I apologize. Those of you who do n't worry, I hope you enjoy. This is a unretentive part.



***A stranger in the Cemetery***

The sky was obscure than normal as I made my way home from school. The wind whipping and howling, scattering dead leafage in all management. The branches on the bare Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree waving as the brisk cool air swirled around me. A tatty boom of boom can be heard in the near distance, followed by a steady mist of rain bouncing off all surfaces.

I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became heavier and noticed the storm will likely intensify ; spotting the gray blanket of clouds racing though the grey sky. I needed to look sharp to the dry confines of my place before I got drenched. I took a get out bend to the.only known shortcut ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

The rusty gate creaked when I opened it which sent chill down my pricker. I hated this post as much as everyone else in the neighborhood. The rumour I heard from when I was a minor never left me, now filling my head as I looked at the crumbling gravestone and decaying trees.

It was said that on stormy nights, people that encroachment into the cemetery never came back out. A mysterious fog or mist could be seen along with the shape of a homo like silhouette of someone or something lurking the eerie grounds.. Flickers of fire up only from which a saltation fire on a candle can create would mysteriously illuminate the dismal wildness church, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and unheeded Graves and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. Goosebumps and cold shivers along with the natural chill in the air made it seem more creepier, therefore making the queer flesh on the back of my neck tingle and the hair's-breadth to constrain. I was beginning to get freaked out. I needed to frame myself before I hurt myself from passing out.

I sat on one of the dozens of broken and crumbling headstone and just gazed upon my environment. This was n't my first time here, however as the other masses in my Town did, I avoided this home like the plague because of the cooling rumor. My center scanned the scene looking for any test copy of the rumors, My eyes fix on the old run down Christian church. Its windows boarded and paint peeling. I study the yap in the dark boarded windows looking for any sign of visible light, and to my easement they remained glum and spooky. My heart wandered on looking for the intemperate fog or mist, the only thing I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This spot looks as lifeless as the body buried below.

My fears began to melt, realizing my mind is playing illusion about being frighten by a caboodle of childhood humorous narrative that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my rucksack from the primer brushing the dead dry leaves off and drop it around my shoulder joint, shaking my head as I let myself believe this nonsense. The rain started to add up down a bit heavier so I picked up the step walking home.

My head was racing with all the opinion about how I let a cluster of garbage panic me and I was n't paying care as I walked with my mind down when I suddenly crashed in something, knocking me on my ass to the mud. I looked up into the wakeful fog I have n't noticed and saw a frame I could n't make out. I squinted through the drizzle and swirling fog but I could n't make out the silhouette standing above me. It offered out a paw to me.

'' Sorry, '' I mumbled feeling embarrassed about my ineptness, reaching for the stranger hand.

'' No problem, but you should be More thrifty. You could 've hurt mortal or yourself there sonny, '' He replies pulling me to my feet.

The stranger does n't let my bridge player go decent away but something felt mysterious about it. I took a fast peek at the hand in mine but it looked normal except for a long fingernail on his index finger which I found odd. I quickly lurch my gaze to his face, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red eyes and his student were slitted like a CAT. His grimace was blench as the full moonshine. He has inglorious rim with tiny red mark randomly placed. His pilus is a pitch bootleg along with light streaks of grey-haired and white. His lips curled into a smile showing jaundiced decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

'' Forgive my matters vernal lad. My name is Fredrick Von Zepher III and I reside at this abode, '' The man said in a scraunch voice, lifting an arm towards the Christian church, gesturing he lived there. `` I welcome all visitant. ``

Fredrick has n't loosened his grip on my hand. My articulation trembles. `` Nice to meet you sir, I 'm John Timmons. ``

'' Well John the Evangelist, since we have been formally acquainted ; please care to bring together me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy grinning, nodding towards the gloomy church.

I gave the man another promptly glimpse over as millions of questions about his show came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar speech pattern he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this stranger anywhere, even if his morals were upright. I pulled my hand from his appreciation with a tug, making eye contact into his unusual eyes that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your forgivingness and generousness, but I need to be getting to my home. ``

'' Why the rush my boy, '' Fredrick spoke almost in a whisper never breaking the eye link we maintained.

I did n't want to be lowbred or anything so speaking in a becalm shaky voice, my fear returned with a vengeance. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably upset ; I have a massive quantity of homework to attain, and delight do n't read this the wrong way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't trust you. Besides, if I do n't leave now I 'll be late for dinner. ``

Fredrick nods, `` I understand your concern, but I 'd be honored if you join me. I can help thou with homework because I have C worth of cognition. I can put a ceiling over 1000 head until this dismal storm passes. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me know. Thy can trust me. ``

The bit he mentioned he had centuries worth of noesis, the man in front of me became more creepy. His closet captured my attention. It was from like a clock time way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents cosmos. Fredrick 's apparel looked like they were worn by the men in the pictures I 've seen of the 1700 's, possibly earlier.

'' Thanks, but no thanks, '' I once again rejected his invitation. `` Maybe I 'll see you around, '' I said walking away from the still stranger.

Fredrick grab my shoulder surprising me, causing me to shake, fearing something bad was about to happen. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my thoughts, causing a sense of panic to envelope me.

'' Thou is making me angry my boy. I 'm showering M with my generous whirl, yet thou declivity them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a hiss, gently placing a frigid mitt on my face and turning my question locking our eyes once again. The chilling formulation he wore was getting uncomfortable along with his presence. `` I 'm done trying to be nice, now I demand thou to join me. If one thousand again fail to meet my demands, you 'll suffer the consequences, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry breath to invade my nostrils.

The grip he had on my shoulder hurt and with a shot of adrenaline, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, puddles and suddenly leave-taking making my sprint more difficult as my ft sank in the wet ground. The bottom of my trouser wooden leg feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My shoe 's squeaking with every step from the wet filling the interior. The cemetery gate is growing with each gait as it neared. My chest distress from breathing the cold-blooded air so nimble. I slowed my pace to a lazy jog thinking I 'm base free people ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the balmy saturated undercoat. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sensation on my neck opening, followed by a sharp-worded burn pain. My head word was pinned to the terra firma so I had no estimate what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

second later the stranger loosens his cargo area allowing me to proceed a little. `` See thou when thy come back my boy. I 'll resolve any head thy may ask of me the best to my noesis, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice rustle into my properly ear before yanking me to my pes with a strength so great.

My neck began to blunt, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the like place for a while. The feeling you get when someone places their stale hired man on you after holding ice cream. I place my own hired man to the side of my neck and felt a thick wetness which caused me to pull away quickly. A sudden wave of giddiness washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as blood smeared into my medal. I turn my centre up at Fredrick with horror. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before Loretta Young lad, I 'll answer thou doubt the future clock time we shall fill. Now if I were grand, I 'd be hurrying home before the alteration. ``

'' Your wrong old man ! You 'll never see me again, '' I said with a sudden confidence trying to earn myself take care brave.

'' confidence me, thou will attempt me out sooner then thou think and I 'll be here, '' Fredrick reply turning and walking back towards the run down church.

My heart were getting heavy like I have n't slept in days. My spunk are shaking, my muscles began to tighten. I 'm still lightheaded along with a hemicrania crawl in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearing figure in the aloofness ; my own voice sounding rickety and hoarse as if I 've been in a concert. Realizing I was n't getting a reply and just standing there with these sensations coursing through my body I did n't palpate a minute of arc ago ; I gingerly began my journey home.

***

I awoke in a cold elbow grease, my body drenched like the dew on the first light smoke, my face clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a glance at the clock that read 4:38 am. My nous playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense hunger I 've never felt before that erased the dreaming in an minute from my head. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heat radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the restroom to rinse the rest of the sleep away, I notice the family seems brighter than rule despite the 60 minutes. I reach to transfer my contact 's thinking maybe I forgot to lease them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't think twice about it.

Out of riding habit, I flip the bathroom light on and almost simultaneously, let out a garish yell ; almost a screech as the bright brightness level blinded me. I quickly flip the Light off and as if zip happened my oculus adjusted to the darkness immediately. I shook it off and turned the water on, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the lesion on the right side of my neck, the dream rushing back like a mixed-up memory. This clock time at the end of the pipe dream, I saw the face that sent quiver down my spine. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out flashy. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my mirror image, my eyes still locked on the wounding. `` It was only a dream ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wound and to my repulsion it 's still moist from the descent. It 's not a aspiration I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rain with the dried mud stains on the front of my t-shirt. I looked further down my torso and I still have on the same jean I 've worn to school, along with my sneakers, both are muddy with debris.

The brightness level again illuminates the vague iniquity, causing me to yell as the burning returns to my eyes, basking my mass in a sheet of whitened. I shield the visible radiation with my arm like it was going in for the kill on a battle field. `` work it out ! Turn it out, '' I yell almost in a fit of tears.

'' Bro, you alright ? I heard you screaming and talking to yourself from my way, '' My babe asks in a soft voice, cutting off the light.

'' Alice, something 's unseasonable ! I ca n't explicate it because I do n't know what exactly it is, '' My voice trembling.

'' What do you feel ? '' Her phonation never losing the softness.

'' My body feels like it 's on firing. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing pain in the ass. My ... My ... Just look my hands are shaking for no cause, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

'' Oh my Gospel According to John, your head teacher is scorching, '' Alice claims after resting a hand against my forehead. `` I think you got sick, especially coming home in those wet clothes and sleeping in them. ``

'' Uh Alice, I do n't think I remember coming family earlier, '' I said after a long silence, trying to play back the days events.

'' Yeah, you came home, mumbled something and went straight to bed. ``

There was another recollective interruption of silence as I again tried to remember my day, but all I can remember is the cemetery and naught after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my head listening to the associate auditory sensation I could n't comprehend at the moment.

'' John ... '' Alice starts but I put a hand up.

'' Shh, You hear that, '' I said in a quiet tincture searching for the source.

'' Hear what ? ``

'' It sounds almost like a heart whacking. ``

Alice gives me a singular spirit, `` I think it 's time for you to get some sleep. I 've only been here for a few second, but you are seriously acting Weird. Not only that but you look terrible. your skin is sick, you cried when the visible radiation was turned on. Your audience noise that are n't there. What else is awry with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right field, a little sopor will work wonder. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped low temperature. I caught an aroma I 've never experienced. `` Hey you smell good by the way. Is that a new shampoo or perfume you are wearing. ``

She gives me a rum stare, `` No, but you seriously require some sleep. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my room without another word. However sleep did n't come up easily due to the monumental beguilement going on in my foreland. Thoughts of what is haywire with me stalk my power to sleep. Who was the stranger in the cemetery ? Why did he set on me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? question flooded me like water bursting through a wiped out dam. One question kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

dayspring came before I knew it. My alarm system was beeping ; telling me that it is time to get motivated. I cracked my oculus receptive slowly, but the moment the igniter touched them, it burned like the pits. `` Fuck, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside tabular array, retrieving a pair of sunglasses and putting them on. I again receptive my eyes slowly and the glass helped because I could see, and as they adjusted to the light, I looked around curiously. It seemed to me my optic adjusted better in the wickedness the former night, then they are doing now. The sun had a reflectivity to it that seemed strange, but I could not explain it.

I walked to the bathroom to contract the confides of my vesica, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of place or missing. For some reason or former the can looked great then it normally does and I just could n't put a finger on it at the moment.

I left the bathroom without a s thought and swelling into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling respectable ? ``

I shrugged, `` Actually I do, considering finally night I felt like I was gon na die. ``

Alice shook her head word, `` Your lying Hollywood. ``

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their right wing mind wear 's shades in the sign ; your still pale as a touch. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my brow, `` Jezz, you feel ice cold considering you were burning up shoemaker's last nighttime, but your telling me your fine. Who are you trying to befool ? ``

When she touched my frontal bone, different emotions flooded my conscience, and the hunger I 've felt the night before came back with a retribution. `` Allie, I 'm all right, intrust me. But I am starving like you would n't believe. ``

'' John, go get some more sleep alright. ``

A sense of sadness and business organisation coursed through me. That puzzled me because I was not feeling like that at the moment. I gazed into Alice 's centre and the emotions I felt hit me even stronger.

It ca n't be, I thought as I could study the emotions hiding behind her stare. It 's impossible, no one can read another person like this. Again that enquiry came up. What is happening to me ?

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing pass Alice. My mind about to explode until my alarm chased them away with its annoying birdsong. I looked at the time and I was running late for shoal, so I rushed to the kitchen to fulfill my preternatural hunger. The morning good of Sir Francis Bacon and testicle did piffling to sate me up. The intellectual nourishment not tasting pleasant played a humble role.

'' You know you look ridiculous wearing those shades in the house ; right ? ``

'' Yeah, I know. ``

'' Then contract em off boob. Why are you wearing em anyway ? ``

'' The lightness George Burns my eyes, `` I replied nonchalantly.

'' Can I see your eyes real quick, '' Alice says crossing the room to put up in front of me, `` I wan na make certainly there is no severe price o.k. ``

I hesitated for a second, `` surely I guess, but the minute I yell put them back on ; alright. ``

'' Oh stop being a big sister, '' Alice says reaching for the glasses and removing them slowly.

Instantly the light burn and I force my optic shut. `` Open them. I cant see, '' Alice reply smacking my shoulder joint. I open my eye briefly, but the pain in the neck is so bad, I began to tear as Alice lets out a loud gasp.

'Enough, '' I shout, my eyes feeling like one thousand of phonograph needle impaling themselves into me.

'' Wow, '' Alice breathes as she slips the spyglass back onto my face.

'' What 's wrong ? '' My vocalization squeaking with concern.

Alice just keeps smiling, `` Wow ! Your middle are the most beautiful shade of naughty I 've ever witnessed. ``

'' Huh, my optic are always spicy ; I was born with them you know. ``

'' Bro, have you ever seen how blue the ocean is on a solve gay day ? Well take that for an illustration except your eyes are a lot faint. It 's breathtaking. God I 've never seen something so graceful. ``

'' Uh Alice, I hate to rain down on your parade, but you do jazz your describing my center right. Your brother. It 's a little creepy do n't you think ? ``

'' I know, but I 've never seen anything quite like it. What did you do, get new contact lens ? ``

'' null unlike sis, but it 's meter to get ready for school day. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the lav to complete the rest of my sunrise ritual I hear Alice yell. `` You should flash those optic at school. I guarantee the other female child will bootlick over them. Maybe you could actually get a particular date. ``

That comment lifted my liveliness until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my toothbrush into the sink not believing the vista in front of me, and let out a terrified shriek, knocking the bathroom miscellaneous supplies to the level with a crash. My horrified chemical reaction caused such a gaudy hoo-hah I did n't admit Alice 's presence until I heard her speak.

'' What 's incorrectly ? '' Her vocalism filled with heartwarming concern.

I did n't answer. My mind was too overwhelmed with confusion, fear, and mainly skepticism. I reached for the door and slammed it closed on her grimace, not wanting her to see the mint that will forever haunt me for the quietus of days. All my recent fears came to sprightliness. This was not a dream, but the first of a terrifying nightmare. As I gazed into the mirror the same question haunted with me. What the hellhole is happening ?