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 care, I hope you enjoy. This is a curtly part.



***A stranger in the Cemetery***

The sky was darker than pattern as I made my way home from schoolhouse. The wind whipping and howling, scattering dead leaves in all directions. The branches on the naked tree waving as the refreshing aplomb air swirled around me. A trashy boom of thunder can be heard in the near aloofness, 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 grey blanket of swarm racing though the grey sky. I needed to rush to the dry confines of my rest home before I got drenched. I took a go away turn to the.only known cutoff ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

The rusty gate creaked when I opened it which sent shivering down my spikelet. I hated this place as much as everyone else in the neighborhood. The rumors I heard from when I was a baby never left me, now filling my question as I looked at the crumbling tombstones and decaying trees.

It was said that on stormy dark, people that trespass into the cemetery never came back out. A occult fog or mist could be seen along with the shape of a human like silhouette of mortal or something lurking the eerie grounds.. spark of light only from which a dancing fire on a candle can produce would mysteriously crystalize the dark wildness church, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and neglected Robert Ranke Graves and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. Goosebumps and low temperature tremble along with the instinctive shudder in the air made it seem more creepier, therefore making the let on flesh on the back of my neck shudder and the hairs to tighten. I was beginning to get freaked out. I needed to compose myself before I hurt myself from passing out.

I sat on one of the slews of broken and crumbling tombstones and just gazed upon my surroundings. This was n't my first time here, however as the other people in my town did, I avoided this place like the plague because of the chilling rumor. My centre scanned the scenery looking for any validation of the rumors, My eyes fix on the old run down church. Its window boarded and blusher peeling. I study the holes in the dark boarded windowpane looking for any polarity of twinkle, and to my relief they remained dark and spooky. My eyes wandered on looking for the wakeless fog or mist, the only matter I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This place looks as lifeless as the dead body buried below.

My fears began to evaporate, realizing my judgment is playing trick about being frighten by a cluster of childhood humorous news report that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my haversack from the ground brushing the dead dry leaves off and swung it around my shoulder, shaking my straits as I let myself trust this nonsense. The rainwater started to fall down a bit heavier so I picked up the pace walking home.

My psyche was racing with all the opinion about how I let a bunch of garbage scare me and I was n't paying tending as I walked with my head word down when I suddenly crashed in something, knocking me on my ass to the mud. I looked up into the light 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 notion embarrassed about my clumsiness, reaching for the stranger hand.

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

The unknown does n't let my paw go right away but something felt mystical about it. I took a quick peek at the script in mine but it looked normal except for a long fingernail on his exponent finger which I found odd. I quickly shift my gaze to his face, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red center and his pupils were slitted like a African tea. His face was pale as the full phase of the moon moon. He has black rim with midget red stain randomly placed. His hair is a pitch black along with lightsome streak of gray and White. His lips curled into a smiling exhibit yellow decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

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

Fredrick has n't loosened his clasp on my mitt. My articulation trembles. `` Nice to foregather you sir, I 'm John Timmons. ``

'' Well Saint John the Apostle, since we have been formally acquainted ; delight care to join me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy smile, nodding towards the low church.

I gave the man another quick coup d'oeil over as jillion of questions about his show came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar accent he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this unknown anywhere, even if his morals were near. I pulled my hand from his grasp with a jerk, making eye contact into his unusual eyes that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your kindness and unselfishness, but I need to be getting to my home. ``

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

I did n't want to be yokelish or anything so speaking in a calm shaky voice, my fear returned with a payback. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably occupy ; I have a monumental amount of preparation to attain, and please do n't subscribe to this the wrong way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't rely 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 prep because I have centuries worth of cognition. I can put a ceiling over thou head until this dark tempest base on balls. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me bang. Thy can commit me. ``

The moment he mentioned he had C worth of knowledge, the man in nominal head of me became more creepy. His press captured my attention. It was from like a clip way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. Fredrick 's wearing 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 grabs my shoulder surprising me, causing me to excite, 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 thou with my generous offers, yet thou declination them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a snort, gently placing a cold deal on my face and turning my head locking our eyes once again. The chilling construction he wore was getting uncomfortable along with his presence. `` I 'm done trying to be nice, now I demand thou to join me. If thou again fail to satisfy my demands, you 'll suffer the consequences, '' He spoke with an evil shade causing his hot dry breathing place to invade my nostrils.

The clutch he had on my berm scathe and with a shot of epinephrin, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, pool and short leaves making my sprint more difficult as my feet sank in the wet background. The bottom of my pant legs feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My shoe 's squeaking with every footfall from the wet filling the insides. The cemetery gate is growing with each gait as it neared. My chest distress from breathing the inhuman air so quick. I slowed my pace to a otiose jog thinking I 'm home free ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the indulgent saturated ground. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot champion on my neck, followed by a sharp burning pain. My head was pinned to the ground so I had no idea what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

import later the stranger loosens his clench allowing me to go a short. `` See G when thy come back my boy. I 'll answer any inquiry thy may ask of me the best to my knowledge, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's spokesperson rustling into my right ear before yanking me to my pes with a intensity so great.

My cervix began to benumb, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the Saame speckle for a while. The feeling you get when someone places their dusty deal on you after holding ice cream. I place my own script to the side of meat of my neck and felt a thick wetness which caused me to pull away quickly. A sudden wave of lightheadedness washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as profligate smeared into my medallion. I turn my eyes up at Fredrick with horror. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before young lad, I 'll answer thou questions the next time we shall converge. Now if I were thou, I 'd be hurrying home before the change. ``

'' Your untimely old man ! You 'll never see me again, '' I said with a sudden confidence trying to ca-ca myself search brave.

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

My eyes were getting heavy like I have n't slept in years. My nerves are shaking, my sinew 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 aloofness ; my own voice sounding weak and hoarse as if I 've been in a concert. Realizing I was n't getting a answer and just standing there with these sensations coursing through my organic structure I did n't sense a minute ago ; I gingerly began my journey home.

***

I awoke in a dusty sweat, my body drenched like the dew on the daybreak locoweed, my brass clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a coup d'oeil at the clock that read 4:38 am. My idea playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense hungriness I 've never felt before that erased the dream in an New York minute from my foreland. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heating system radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the restroom to gargle the rest of the sleep away, I notice the planetary house seems lustrous than normal despite the hr. I reach to polish off my contact 's thinking maybe I forgot to consume them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't consider twice about it.

Out of habit, I flip the bathroom ignitor on and almost simultaneously, let out a loud yell ; almost a scream as the hopeful igniter blinded me. I quickly flip the light off and as if zippo happened my optic adjusted to the dark immediately. I shook it off and turned the water on, gazing at my reflectivity in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the wound on the decently side of my neck, the dream rushing back like a bemused memory. This time at the end of the dream, I saw the face that sent tremble down my spur. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out loudly. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my rumination, my eyes still locked on the wound. `` It was only a dream ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the combat injury and to my horror it 's still moist from the blood. It 's not a ambition I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rain with the dried mud stains on the front of my tee 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 muddy with debris.

The igniter again illuminates the dim darkness, causing me to yell as the burning return to my heart, basking my sight in a piece of paper of Edward D. White. I shield the light with my arm like it was going in for the putting to death on a battle field of operations. `` reverse 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 elbow room, '' My sister asks in a soft voice, cutting off the light.

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

'' What do you finger ? '' Her part never losing the softness.

'' My eubstance feel like it 's on fervor. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing hurting. My ... My ... Just see my script are shaking for no understanding, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

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

'' Uh Alice, I do n't think I remember coming home earlier, '' I said after a long silence, trying to replay the mean solar day events.

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

There was another farsighted pause of silence as I again tried to remember my day, but all I can remember is the necropolis and nothing after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my headway listening to the intimate sound I could n't comprehend at the moment.

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

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

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a shady feeling, `` I think it 's meter for you to get some sleep. I 've only been here for a few minutes, but you are seriously acting weird. Not only that but you look horrific. your skin is pale, you cried when the light was turned on. Your hearing randomness that are n't there. What else is incorrect with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a footling sleep will work curiosity. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped cold. I caught an aroma I 've never experienced. `` Hey you smell secure by the way. Is that a new shampoo or fragrance you are wearing. ``

She gives me a curious stare, `` No, but you seriously need some sleep. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my room without another word of honor. However sleep did n't come easily due to the massive distractions going on in my psyche. thought process of what is wrong with me obsessed my ability to catch some Z's. Who was the stranger in the burial ground ? Why did he attack me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? Questions flooded me like water bursting through a broken dam. One query kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

Morning came before I knew it. My alarm clock was beeping ; telling me that it is clip to get motivated. I cracked my heart open slowly, but the indorsement the light touched them, it burned like hell. `` Fuck, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a twosome of dark glasses and putting them on. I again open up my eyes slowly and the glasses helped because I could see, and as they adjusted to the lighter, I looked around curiously. It seemed to me my optic adjusted better in the iniquity the previous night, then they are doing now. The sun had a contemplation to it that seemed strange, but I could not explain it.

I walked to the lavatory to thin the confides of my bladder, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of place or missing. For some reason or other 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 privy without a second thought and blow into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling better ? ``

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

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

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their right field psyche wear 's dark glasses in the house ; your still pale as a ghost. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my forehead, `` Jezz, you feel ice coldness considering you were burning up last Nox, but your telling me your alright. Who are you trying to horse around ? ``

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 exquisitely, trust me. But I am starving like you would n't consider. ``

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

A good sense of sadness and business concern coursed through me. That puzzled me because I was not feeling like that at the moment. I gazed into Alice 's eyes 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 unsufferable, no one can take another someone like this. Again that question came up. What is happening to me ?

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing pass Alice. My mind about to break loose until my alarm clock chased them away with its annoying yell. I looked at the time and I was running late for school, so I rushed to the kitchen to satisfy my uncanny thirst. The morning goodness of Roger Bacon and eggs did small to fill me up. The solid food not tasting pleasant played a small role.

'' You know you look derisory wearing those shadiness in the house ; right ? ``

'' Yeah, I know. ``

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

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

'' Can I see your eyes real immediate, '' Alice says crossing the room to stick out in front of me, `` I wan na make sure there is no serious damage o.k. ``

I hesitated for a second, `` certain I surmisal, but the arcminute I yell put them back on ; alright. ``

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

Instantly the light Burns and I force my eye shut. `` open up them. I cant see, '' Alice replies smacking my shoulder. I open my heart briefly, but the hurting is so bad, I began to tear as Alice lets out a loud gasp.

'Enough, '' I shout, my heart feeling like M of needles impaling themselves into me.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Uh Alice, I hate to rain on your parade, but you do get it on your describing my eyes right. Your brother. It 's a little creepy do n't you intend ? ``

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

'' Nothing different sis, but it 's metre to get make for shoal. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the bathroom to finish the residual of my sunrise ritual I hear Alice shout. `` You should flash those middle at shoal. I guarantee the other girls will cower over them. Maybe you could actually get a particular date. ``

That comment lifted my spirits until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my toothbrush into the cesspit not believing the scene in social movement of me, and let out a terrified shriek, knocking the bathroom motley provision to the trading floor with a crash. My alarm response caused such a loud whirl I did n't receipt Alice 's bearing until I heard her speak.

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

I did n't respond. My idea was too overwhelm with confusion, veneration, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the doorway and slammed it closed on her face, not wanting her to see the sight that will forever stalk me for the relaxation of days. All my recent fears came to life sentence. This was not a dream, but the beginning of a terrifying incubus. As I gazed into the mirror the Lapp interrogation haunted with me. What the hell is happening ?