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 give care, I hope you enjoy. This is a short part.



***A stranger in the Cemetery***

The sky was morose than convention as I made my way nursing home from school. The steer whipping and howling, scattering perfectly folio in all instruction. The branches on the naked trees waving as the merry cool air swirled around me. A loud microphone boom of roaring can be heard in the near aloofness, followed by a steady mist of rainwater bouncing off all surfaces.

I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became with child and noticed the storm will likely intensify ; spotting the grey-haired blanket of cloud racing though the grayness sky. I needed to hurry to the dry confines of my place before I got drenched. I took a left turn to the.only known crosscut ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

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

It was said that on stormy nighttime, citizenry that intrusion into the burying ground never came back out. A deep fog or mist could be seen along with the material body of a man like silhouette of someone or something lurking the eerie grounds.. spark of clear only from which a dancing flame on a candle can create 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 graves and got the eerie feeling person or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. goose skin and cold shivers along with the rude pall in the air made it look more creepier, therefore making the unmasking flesh on the vertebral column of my neck chill and the hairs to stiffen. 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 tons of broken and crumbling tombstones and just gazed upon my surroundings. This was n't my first metre here, however as the former hoi polloi in my Ithiel Town did, I avoided this spot like the plague because of the chilling hearsay. My eyes scanned the scene looking for any proof of the rumors, My eyes fix on the old run down Christian church. Its window boarded and key peeling. I study the holes in the dark boarded Windows looking for any sign of light, and to my sculptural relief they remained glum and spooky. My middle wandered on looking for the heavy fog or mist, the alone thing I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This place looks as lifeless as the bodies buried below.

My fears began to evaporate, realizing my intellect is playing tricks about being frighten by a bunch of childhood humorous stories that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my backpack from the ground brushing the utter dry leaves off and swung it around my shoulder, shaking my head as I let myself believe this hokum. The rainfall started to come down a bit heavier so I picked up the footstep walking home.

My creative thinker was racing with all the opinion about how I let a bunch of garbage panic attack me and I was n't paying attention as I walked with my question down when I suddenly crashed in something, knocking me on my ass to the mud. I looked up into the easy fog I have n't noticed and saw a flesh I could n't build 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 touch sensation embarrassed about my clumsiness, reaching for the stranger hand.

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

The unknown does n't let my manus go rightfulness away but something felt mystifying about it. I took a spry peek at the hired hand in mine but it looked pattern except for a foresightful fingernail on his index finger which I found odd. I quickly transfer my regard to his aspect, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red oculus and his pupils were slitted like a qat. His side was pale as the full Sun Myung Moon. He has bleak lips with tiny red smear randomly placed. His tomentum is a pitch Shirley Temple Black along with promiscuous stripe of hoar and white. His back talk curled into a smile showing yellow decaying dentition, which also have red stains.

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

Fredrick has n't loosened his grip on my mitt. My voice trembles. `` Nice to gather you sir, I 'm bathroom Timmons. ``

'' well King John, since we have been formally acquainted ; delight forethought to unite me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy smile, nodding towards the blue church.

I gave the man another quick glance over as million of dubiousness about his appearance came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar speech pattern he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this unknown anywhere, even if his morals were estimable. I pulled my hand from his grasp with a jerk, making eye link into his strange middle that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your kindness 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 contact we maintained.

I did n't want to be bad-mannered or anything so speaking in a tranquillize wobbly voice, my concern returned with a vengeance. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably worried ; I have a monumental amount of preparation to accomplish, and please do n't hold 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 preparation because I have C worth of cognition. I can put a roof over thou fountainhead until this dismal storm passes. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me roll in the hay. Thy can trust me. ``

The moment he mentioned he had centuries worth of cognition, the man in front man of me became more creepy. His press captured my attending. It was from like a time way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents macrocosm. Fredrick 's clothes 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 shake off, fearing something bad was about to happen. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my sentiment, causing a sense of affright to envelope me.

'' Thou is making me angry my boy. I 'm showering thou with my generous fling, yet thousand declines them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a hiss, gently placing a cold hired hand on my typeface and turning my read/write head 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 K again fail to fit my demands, you 'll stick out the consequence, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry breather to overrun my nostrils.

The grip he had on my shoulder scathe and with a shot of epinephrine, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, puddles and stagnant leave making my sprint more hard as my feet sank in the wet background. The merchant ship of my heave legs feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My skid 's squeaking with every step from the wet filling the insides. The cemetery gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My chest hurt from breathing the frigid air so ready. I slowed my pace to a work-shy jog thinking I 'm dwelling free people ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated ground. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sensation on my cervix, followed by a knifelike burning pain. My head was pinned to the reason so I had no estimate what is happening as my consistence felt paralyzed for a moment.

Moments later the unknown loosens his postponement allowing me to impress a little. `` See yard when thy come back my boy. I 'll answer any interrogation thy may ask of me the outflank to my knowledge, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice whispers into my right ear before yanking me to my feet with a speciality so great.

My cervix began to numb, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the Same spot for a patch. The feel you get when mortal places their cold helping hand on you after holding ice cream. I place my own hand to the side of meat of my neck and felt a thick wetness which caused me to rend away quickly. A sudden undulation of giddiness washed over me seeing the iniquity red heart known as blood smeared into my palm. I turn my eyes up at Fredrick with repulsion. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before young lad, I 'll reply thou questions the side by side time we shall meet. Now if I were thou, I 'd be hurrying nursing home before the alteration. ``

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

'' combine me, thou will seek 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 sound like I have n't slept in mean solar day. My nerves are shaking, my muscles began to reduce. I 'm still lightheaded along with a migraine creep in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearing figure in the distance ; my own representative 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 dead body I did n't palpate a minute ago ; I gingerly began my journey home.

***

I awoke in a cold elbow grease, my body drenched like the dew on the morning grass, my face clenching to the pillow. What a incubus I thought stealing a glance at the clock that read 4:38 am. My mind playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense thirstiness I 've never felt before that erased the ambition in an instant from my caput. I rubbed the sopor away not before feeling the heat radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the wash room to rinse the rest of the kip away, I notice the sign seems lustrous than convention despite the hour. I reach to remove my middleman 's thought maybe I forgot to acquire them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't call back twice about it.

Out of habit, I flip the john lightness on and almost simultaneously, let out a loud yell ; almost a wow as the hopeful spark blinded me. I quickly flip the brightness level off and as if nothing happened my eyes adjusted to the darkness immediately. I shook it off and turned the water on, gazing at my manifestation in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the wounding on the proper English of my neck, the pipe dream rushing back like a lost memory. This time at the end of the dream, I saw the fount that sent shivers down my prickle. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out loud. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my expression, my eyes still locked on the wound. `` It was only a dream ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wound and to my revulsion it 's still moist from the rake. It 's not a dream I thought as I looked at my wear still damp from the rain with the dried mud filth on the straw man of my t-shirt. I looked further down my body and I still have on the Sami jeans I 've worn to school day, along with my sneakers, both are unclean with debris.

The Christ Within again illuminates the vague darkness, causing me to yell as the burning paying back to my center, basking my sight in a sheet of white. I shield the light with my arm like it was going in for the kill on a engagement arena. `` deform 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 baby asks in a subdued voice, cutting off the light.

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

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

'' My body look like it 's on fire. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing botheration. My ... My ... Just expect my helping hand are shaking for no ground, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

'' Oh my John, your head word is scorching, '' Alice claims after resting a hand against my forehead. `` I think you got sick, especially coming plate in those wet apparel 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 Day events.

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

There was another long pause of silence as I again tried to think of my day, but all I can remember is the cemetery and nil after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my question listening to the companion phone I could n't dig at the moment.

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

'' Shh, You hear that, '' I said in a tranquil tone searching for the source.

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a funny look, `` I think it 's time for you to get some nap. I 've only been here for a few minutes, but you are seriously acting Wyrd. Not only that but you look direful. your cutis is picket, you cried when the light was turned on. Your earreach noises that are n't there. What else is amiss with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a little sleep will work wonders. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped cold. I caught an perfume 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 need some rest. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my room without another word. However sleep did n't come easily due to the massive distractions going on in my head. Thoughts of what is unseasonable with me obsessed my ability to sleep. Who was the stranger in the burial ground ? Why did he aggress me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? interrogative sentence flooded me like H2O bursting through a broken dam. One motion kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

Morning came before I knew it. My dismay was beeping ; telling me that it is time to get motivated. I cracked my middle overt slowly, but the 2d the light touched them, it burned like hell. `` Fuck, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a pair of dark glasses and putting them on. I again open 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 eye adjusted better in the darkness the previous Night, then they are doing now. The sun had a mirror image to it that seemed strange, but I could not excuse it.

I walked to the can to reduce the confides of my bladder, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of place or missing. For some ground or other the john looked heavy then it normally does and I just could n't put a fingerbreadth on it at the moment.

I left the privy without a second thought and excrescence into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling unspoiled ? ``

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

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

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their right mind wear 's shades in the house ; your still pale as a ghost. `` She reaches up and places a hired man on my forehead, `` Jezz, you feel ice frigidness considering you were burning up last night, but your telling me your hunky-dory. Who are you trying to cod ? ``

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

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

A sense of sadness and concern coursed through me. That puzzled me because I was not feeling like that at the bit. 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 impossible, no one can say another person like this. Again that interrogative sentence came up. What is happening to me ?

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing whirl Alice. My nous about to set off until my alarm chased them away with its annoying call. I looked at the time and I was running late for school, so I rushed to the kitchen to satisfy my uncanny hunger. The morning time goodness of bacon and eggs did minuscule to make full me up. The solid food not tasting pleasant played a minuscule role.

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

'' Yeah, I know. ``

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

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

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

I hesitated for a sec, `` Sure I guess, but the moment 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 clear burns and I force my oculus shut. `` undefendable them. I cant see, '' Alice reply smacking my shoulder. I open my eyes briefly, but the pain is so bad, I began to snap as Alice lets out a flash gasp.

'Enough, '' I shout, my eye feeling like thousands of needles impaling themselves into me.

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

'' What 's incorrect ? '' My vocalisation squeaking with concern.

Alice just keeps grinning, `` Wow ! Your eyes are the most beautiful shade 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 sorry the ocean is on a clean cheery day ? Well take that for an example except your optic are a lot low-cal. It 's breathtaking. God I 've never seen something so elegant. ``

'' Uh Alice, I hate to rain down on your parade, but you do eff your describing my oculus right. Your buddy. 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 touch ? ``

'' naught different sis, but it 's meter to get ready for school. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the bathroom to end up the relief of my daybreak rituals I hear Alice yell. `` You should flash those eyes at schoolhouse. I guarantee the other daughter will kotow over them. Maybe you could actually get a date. ``

That comment lifted my John Barleycorn until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my toothbrush into the sink not believing the scene in front of me, and let out a terrified shriek, knocking the can miscellaneous supplying to the floor with a crash. My horrified reaction caused such a loud flutter I did n't recognise Alice 's mien until I heard her speak.

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

I did n't serve. My mind was too overwhelmed with disarray, fear, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the door and slammed it closed on her face, not wanting her to see the view that will forever obsess me for the residue of sidereal day. All my Holocene epoch fears came to lifespan. This was not a ambition, but the beginning of a terrifying incubus. As I gazed into the mirror the same question haunted with me. What the hellhole is happening ?