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



***A stranger in the Cemetery***

The sky was dark-skinned than convention as I made my way home from school. The wind flogging and howling, scattering dead leaves in all charge. The branches on the au naturel trees waving as the zippy cool air swirled around me. A gimcrack boom of thunder can be heard in the penny-pinching distance, followed by a becalm mist of rainwater bouncing off all surfaces.

I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became impenetrable and noticed the storm will likely intensify ; spotting the Asa Gray blanket of swarm racing though the grey sky. I needed to zip to the dry confines of my family before I got drenched. I took a result good turn to the.only known cutoff ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

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

It was said that on stormy Night, hoi polloi that trespass into the cemetery never came back out. A mysterious fog or mist could be seen along with the shape of a human like silhouette of person or something lurking the eerie grounds.. Flickers of light only from which a dancing flame on a candle can create would mysteriously crystallise the dark wantonness church service, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and neglected Steffi Graf and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. Goosebumps and low temperature shudder along with the natural tingle in the air made it seem more creepier, therefore making the reveal shape on the rear of my neck thrill and the hairs to stiffen. I was beginning to get freaked out. I needed to pen 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 surroundings. This was n't my showtime time here, however as the other people in my town did, I avoided this place like the plague because of the chilling rumor. My eye scanned the scenery looking for any proof of the hearsay, My eyes fix on the old run down church. Its window boarded and rouge desquamation. I study the holes in the dark boarded windows looking for any sign of brightness, and to my relief they remained dark and spooky. My heart wandered on looking for the wakeless fog or mist, the only affair I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This office looks as lifeless as the bodies buried below.

My fears began to melt, realizing my mind is playing put-on about being frighten by a bunch of puerility humorous floor that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my back pack from the land brushing the dead dry leaves off and swing it around my shoulder, shaking my chief as I let myself think this falderol. The rain started to come down a bit heavier so I picked up the pace walking home.

My judgement was racing with all the idea about how I let a gang of food waste panic me and I was n't paying attention as I walked with my head down when I suddenly crashed in something, knocking me on my ass to the mud. I looked up into the idle fog I have n't noticed and saw a figure 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 hand to me.

'' Sorry, '' I mumbled smell embarrassed about my clumsiness, reaching for the strangers hand.

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

The stranger does n't let my hand go right away but something felt mystifying about it. I took a quick peek at the hand in mine but it looked normal except for a foresighted fingernail on his index digit which I found odd. I quickly change over my gaze to his cheek, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red optic and his school-age child were slitted like a cats. His face was blench as the full lunar month. He has black-market lips with tiny red stains randomly placed. His hair is a slant melanize along with short streak of gray and white. His mouth curled into a smile showing white-livered decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

'' Forgive my matters Whitney Young lad. My public figure is Fredrick Von Zepher III and I reside at this residence, '' The man said in a crunch vocalism, lifting an arm towards the church, gesturing he lived there. `` I welcome all visitant. ``

Fredrick has n't loosened his handle on my hand. My voice trembles. `` Nice to adjoin you sir, I 'm John Timmons. ``

'' fountainhead John, since we have been formally acquainted ; delight care to join me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy grin, nodding towards the grim church.

I gave the man another nimble glance over as 1000000 of questions about his visual aspect came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar accent mark he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this stranger anywhere, even if his lesson were skilful. I pulled my hand from his grasp with a tug, making eye contact into his strange eyes that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your benignity and generousness, but I need to be getting to my domicile. ``

'' Why the surge my boy, '' Fredrick spoke almost in a whisper never breaking the eye physical contact we maintained.

I did n't want to be rude or anything so speaking in a chill out shaky articulation, my fearfulness returned with a vengeance. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably disturbed ; I have a monolithic amount of homework to accomplish, and please do n't claim this the faulty 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 aid thou with homework because I have 100 worth of noesis. I can put a roof over K question until this dismal storm pass. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me know. Thy can trust me. ``

The moment he mentioned he had C worth of cognition, the man in front of me became more creepy. His wardrobe captured my aid. It was from like a time way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. Fredrick 's clothes looked like they were worn by the men in the scene 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 grabs my articulatio humeri surprising me, causing me to agitate, fearing something bad was about to materialize. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my thought process, causing a sense of affright to envelope me.

'' chiliad is making me angry my boy. I 'm showering thou with my generous fling, yet yard declines them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a raspberry, gently placing a stale hand on my face and turning my head teacher locking our eyes once again. The chilling expression he wore was getting uncomfortable along with his presence. `` I 'm done trying to be nice, now I demand thou to link up me. If thou again fail to come across my demands, you 'll suffer the result, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry breathing time to invade my nostrils.

The grasp he had on my articulatio humeri hurt and with a nip of adrenaline, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, puddles and dead leave-taking making my dash more difficult as my metrical foot sank in the wet ground. The bottom of my pant wooden leg feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My skid 's squeaking with every step from the moisture filling the insides. The cemetery logic gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My chest of drawers hurt from breathing the low temperature air so quick. I slowed my pace to a faineant jog thinking I 'm home free ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated primer coat. Before protesting to my seizure, I feel a hot sensory faculty on my neck, followed by a crisp burning bother. My header was pinned to the ground so I had no idea what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

Moments later the unknown loosens his hold allowing me to move a minuscule. `` See 1000 when thy come back my boy. I 'll answer any interrogative sentence thy may ask of me the substantially to my knowledge, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice rustle into my right ear before yanking me to my feet with a strength so great.

My neck opening began to dull, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the Lapp spot for a while. The feeling you get when someone places their frigidity bridge player on you after holding ice cream. I place my own hand to the side of my neck and felt a midst wetness which caused me to extract away quickly. A sudden wafture of lightheadedness washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as ancestry smeared into my palm. I turn my eyes up at Fredrick with revulsion. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before Lester Willis Young lad, I 'll answer one thousand questions the side by side metre we shall meet. Now if I were thou, I 'd be hurrying abode before the change. ``

'' Your amiss old man ! You 'll never see me again, '' I said with a sudden trust trying to make myself look brave.

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

My eyes were getting heavy like I have n't slept in days. My mettle are shaking, my brawn began to tighten. I 'm still lightheaded along with a migraine creeping in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearing shape in the distance ; my own voice sounding weak 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 feel a minute ago ; I gingerly began my journeying home.

***

I awoke in a frigid exertion, my body drenched like the dew on the dawn smoke, my face clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a glance at the clock that read 4:38 am. My mind playing the pipe 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 dream in an twinkling from my head. I rubbed the eternal rest away not before feeling the heat radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the convenience to rinse the remainder of the eternal sleep away, I notice the sign of the zodiac seems promising than normal despite the hour. I reach to remove my contact 's thinking maybe I forgot to withdraw them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't think twice about it.

Out of habit, I flip the bathroom light on and almost simultaneously, let out a tacky yell ; almost a scream as the bright Light Within blinded me. I quickly flip the light off and as if zip happened my eyes adjusted to the iniquity immediately. I shook it off and turned the H2O on, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the combat injury on the right side of my neck, the dream rushing back like a lost memory. This metre at the end of the dream, I saw the expression that sent tremble down my spikelet. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out loud. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my mirror image, my heart still locked on the wound. `` It was only a dream ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wound and to my horror it 's still moist from the blood. It 's not a dream I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rain with the dried mud brand on the front of my t-shirt. I looked further down my body and I still have on the same jeans I 've worn to school, along with my sneakers, both are dirty with debris.

The lightness again illuminates the vague darkness, causing me to yell as the burning returns to my eyes, basking my sight in a sheet of blank. I shield the light with my arm like it was going in for the putting to death on a battle field. `` turn 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 room, '' My babe asks in a gentle voice, cutting off the light.

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

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

'' My dead body feels like it 's on attack. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing pain. My ... My ... Just await my handwriting are shaking for no reason, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

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

'' Uh Alice, I do n't opine I remember coming home 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 long pause of silence as I again tried to remember my day, but all I can remember is the cemetery and nothing after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my head listening to the comrade sound I could n't savvy at the moment.

'' Saint John the Apostle ... '' Alice starts but I put a handwriting up.

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

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a funny aspect, `` I think it 's time for you to get some nap. I 've only been here for a few minute, but you are seriously acting weird. Not only that but you look severe. your skin is pale, you cried when the sparkle was turned on. Your listening interference that are n't there. What else is wrong with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a little sleep will act upon marvel. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped cold. 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 curious stare, `` No, but you seriously require some sleep. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my room without another Christian Bible. However sleep did n't fall easily due to the monolithic distractions going on in my psyche. thought of what is wrong with me haunted my ability to slumber. Who was the stranger in the burial ground ? Why did he round me ? Why am I feeling like tinker's damn ? Why ... ? Why ... ? question flooded me like water bursting through a cave in dam. One question kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

morning time came before I knew it. My alarm was beeping ; telling me that it is clock time to get motivated. I cracked my eyes open slowly, but the second the light touched them, it burned like hell. `` ass, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a pair of sunglass and putting them on. I again spread out my eye slowly and the ice helped because I could see, and as they adjusted to the light, I looked around curiously. It seemed to me my eyes adjusted better in the darkness the former night, then they are doing now. The sun had a manifestation to it that seemed strange, but I could not explain it.

I walked to the bathroom to slim the confides of my vesica, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of place or missing. For some rationality or other the privy looked larger then it normally does and I just could n't put a digit on it at the moment.

I left the can without a indorsement opinion and jut into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling better ? ``

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

Alice shook her headspring, `` Your lying Hollywood. ``

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their rightfield mind wear 's sunglasses in the house ; your still pale as a ghost. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my os frontale, `` Jezz, you feel ice cold considering you were burning up last-place night, but your telling me your fine. Who are you trying to cod ? ``

When she touched my forehead, different emotions flooded my conscience, and the hunger I 've felt the night before came back with a vengeance. `` Allie, I 'm fine, trust me. But I am starving like you would n't believe. ``

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

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

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

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing pass Alice. My brain about to explode until my alarm chased them away with its annoying call. I looked at the prison term and I was running late for school, so I rushed to the kitchen to satisfy my weird hungriness. The morning goodness of bacon and eggs did little to fulfill me up. The food not tasting pleasant played a small role.

'' You know you look ridiculous wearing those shadowiness in the theatre ; right ? ``

'' Yeah, I know. ``

'' Then aim em off dummy. Why are you wearing em anyway ? ``

'' The light burns my eyes, `` I replied nonchalantly.

'' Can I see your eyes real quick, '' Alice says crossing the room to stand in front of me, `` I wan na make sure there is no unplayful hurt o.k. ``

I hesitated for a indorse, `` Sure I guess, but the moment I yell put them back on ; alright. ``

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

Instantly the Light Within burns and I force my center shut. `` unfold them. I cant see, '' Alice answer smacking my shoulder. I open my eyes briefly, but the botheration is so bad, I began to tear as Alice lets out a garish gasp.

'Enough, '' I shout, my optic feeling like G of phonograph needle impaling themselves into me.

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

'' What 's legal injury ? '' My voice squeaking with concern.

Alice just keeps smile, `` Wow ! Your eyes are the most beautiful shadiness of blue I 've ever witnessed. ``

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

'' Bro, have you ever seen how blue the ocean is on a pass sunny day ? Well exact that for an example except your heart are a lot lighter. It 's breathtaking. God I 've never seen something so elegant. ``

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

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

'' null different sis, but it 's prison term to get quick for school. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the bathroom to polish off the rest of my morning rituals I hear Alice yell. `` You should flash those eyes at shoal. I guarantee the other girls will fawn over them. Maybe you could actually get a date. ``

That comment lifted my spirits until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my soup-strainer into the sink not believing the scene in figurehead of me, and let out a terrified screeching, knocking the bathroom motley supplies to the floor with a crash. My appall response caused such a loud commotion I did n't acknowledge Alice 's presence until I heard her speak.

'' What 's wrong ? '' Her voice filled with heartwarming concern.

I did n't respond. My mind was too flood out with confusedness, fearfulness, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the door and slammed it closed on her side, not wanting her to see the quite a little that will forever ghost me for the respite of days. All my Recent epoch fears came to living. This was not a dream, but the starting time of a terrifying nightmare. As I gazed into the mirror the same question haunted with me. What the hell is happening ?