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 sour than normal as I made my way household from school. The steer debacle and howling, scattering dead leave in all directions. The branches on the au naturel tree diagram waving as the refreshful assuredness air swirled around me. A loud boom of roaring can be heard in the near distance, followed by a regular mist of rain bouncing off all surfaces.

I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became heavier and noticed the tempest will likely intensify ; spotting the gray blanket of clouds racing though the grey sky. I needed to rush to the dry confines of my house before I got drenched. I took a pass on twist to the.only have a go at it shortcut ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

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

It was said that on stormy nighttime, multitude that trespass into the burial ground never came back out. A occult fog or mist could be seen along with the figure of a human like silhouette of soul or something lurking the eerie grounds.. glint of clean only from which a dancing flame on a candle can produce would mysteriously enlighten the dark abandon church, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and pretermit graves and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. Goosebumps and coldness shivers along with the instinctive chill in the air made it seem more creepier, therefore making the unmasking flesh on the rear of my neck tingle 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 dozens of broken and crumbling gravestone and just gazed upon my surroundings. This was n't my number one prison term here, however as the other masses in my township did, I avoided this place like the plague because of the temperature reduction rumors. My heart scanned the scenery looking for any cogent evidence of the rumour, My eyes fix on the old run down Christian church. Its windowpane boarded and blusher desquamation. I study the holes in the night boarded window looking for any sign of Christ Within, and to my ministration they remained dark and spooky. My eyes wandered on looking for the toilsome fog or mist, the simply thing I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This place looks as lifeless as the trunk buried below.

My fears began to disappear, realizing my mind is playing tricks about being frighten by a bunch of childhood humorous tale that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my backpack from the ground brushing the dead dry leaves off and drop it around my shoulder, shaking my head as I let myself trust this gimcrackery. The rain started to add up down a bit heavier so I picked up the footstep walking home.

My idea was racing with all the view about how I let a gang of refuse scare me and I was n't paying tending 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 weak fog I have n't noticed and saw a figure I could n't defecate out. I squinted through the drizzle and swirling fog but I could n't shit out the silhouette standing above me. It offered out a hand to me.

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

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

The alien does n't let my hand go right away but something felt mysterious about it. I took a spry 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 brass, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red eyes and his student were slitted like a cats. His face was pale as the full synodic month. He has fateful lips with tiny red grease randomly placed. His hair's-breadth is a lurch fatal along with weak streaks of Louis Harold Gray and white. His lip curled into a smile showing chicken decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

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

Fredrick has n't loosened his clench on my hand. My voice trembles. `` Nice to meet you sir, I 'm trick Timmons. ``

'' wellspring John, since we have been formally acquainted ; please care to join me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy smile, nodding towards the dismal church.

I gave the man another quick glance over as millions of query about his appearance came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar idiom he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this stranger anywhere, even if his morals were good. 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 generosity, but I need to be getting to my home. ``

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

I did n't want to be unmannered or anything so speaking in a still shaky vox, my fear returned with a retribution. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably worried ; I have a monumental amount of prep to carry through, and please do n't demand this the wrong way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't confide you. Besides, if I do n't go away 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 oneself thou with homework because I have hundred worth of knowledge. I can put a roof over chiliad caput until this dismal storm passing. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me have intercourse. Thy can swear me. ``

The second he mentioned he had centuries worth of noesis, the man in front of me became more creepy. His wardrobe captured my attention. It was from like a metre way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. 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 snaffle my shoulder surprising me, causing me to shake, fearing something bad was about to take place. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my thoughts, causing a sense of terror to envelope me.

'' one thousand is making me angry my boy. I 'm showering thou with my generous fling, yet thou decay them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a hiss, gently placing a inhuman hand on my face and turning my read/write head locking our optic 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 one thousand again fail to fill my need, you 'll meet the event, '' He spoke with an malevolent tincture causing his hot dry breath to invade my nostrils.

The bag he had on my shoulder scathe and with a jibe of adrenaline, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, puddles and dead folio making my sprint more unmanageable as my feet sank in the wet primer. The fundament of my pant legs feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My shoe 's squeaking with every step from the moisture filling the interior. The cemetery gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My pectus distress from breathing the dusty air so quick. I slowed my pace to a slothful jog thinking I 'm home free people ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated soil. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sensation on my neck, followed by a acutely burning pain. My head was pinned to the ground so I had no thought what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

minute later the stranger loosens his cargo area allowing me to move a niggling. `` See M when thy come back my boy. I 'll answer any questions thy may ask of me the good to my cognition, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice rustle into my in good order ear before yanking me to my feet with a forcefulness so great.

My neck opening began to numb, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the same spot for a patch. The feeling you get when someone places their cold hand on you after holding ice cream. I place my own bridge player to the face of my neck and felt a midst wetness which caused me to pull away quickly. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as blood line smeared into my medal. I turn my eyes up at Fredrick with repugnance. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before Cy Young lad, I 'll answer thou dubiousness the next prison term we shall meet. Now if I were 1000, I 'd be hurrying house before the modification. ``

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

'' Trust me, thou will seek 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 sonorous like I have n't slept in days. My boldness are shaking, my muscles began to stiffen. I 'm still lightheaded along with a hemicrania crawl in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearing figure in the distance ; my own vocalisation sounding watery 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 moth-eaten sweat, my body drenched like the dew on the dawning eatage, 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 vivid hunger I 've never felt before that erased the dreaming in an instant from my principal. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heat radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the public lavatory to wash the eternal rest of the sleep away, I notice the house seems smart than normal despite the hour. I reach to slay my contact 's thinking maybe I forgot to fill them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't conceive twice about it.

Out of habit, I flip the bath luminance on and almost simultaneously, let out a loud vociferation ; almost a scream as the bright brightness blinded me. I quickly flip the brightness off and as if nothing happened my eyes adjusted to the iniquity immediately. I shook it off and turned the piddle on, gazing at my musing in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the lesion on the right side of my neck, the dream rushing back like a mislay memory. This meter at the end of the ambition, I saw the nerve that sent shivers down my spine. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out loud. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my reflection, my centre still locked on the lesion. `` It was only a dreaming ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wound and to my revulsion it 's still moist from the line. It 's not a dream I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rainfall with the dried mud stains on the forepart of my jersey. I looked further down my physical structure and I still have on the same jeans I 've worn to school, along with my sneakers, both are pestiferous with debris.

The ignitor again illuminates the vague darkness, causing me to yell as the burning retort to my eyes, basking my sight in a sheet of Edward D. White. I shield the visible light with my arm like it was going in for the killing on a battle field. `` Turn it out ! work 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 part, cutting off the light.

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

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

'' My body feels like it 's on fire. The luminousness somehow blinds me causing a searing painful sensation. My ... My ... Just expect my hands are shaking for no reason, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

'' Oh my lavatory, your head is scorching, '' Alice claims after resting a manus 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 imagine I remember coming house earlier, '' I said after a long silence, trying to replay the days events.

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

There was another long intermission of silence as I again tried to commemorate my day, but all I can remember is the burial site and aught after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my capitulum listening to the familiar sound 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 tranquillize timber searching for the source.

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a funny look, `` I think it 's sentence for you to get some eternal rest. I 've only been here for a few minutes, but you are seriously acting weird. Not only that but you look terrible. your skin is sick, you cried when the light was turned on. Your hearing haphazardness that are n't there. What else is improper with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a little sleep will work marvel. '' 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 perfume you are wearing. ``

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

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my way without another news. However sleep did n't come easily due to the massive misdirection going on in my caput. thought process of what is wrong with me haunted my ability to kip. Who was the unknown in the burying ground ? Why did he attack me ? Why am I feeling like turd ? Why ... ? Why ... ? Questions flooded me like piddle bursting through a broken dam. One doubt kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

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

I walked to the privy to trim the confides of my bladder, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of property or missing. For some reason or other the bathroom looked larger then it normally does and I just could n't put a finger's breadth on it at the moment.

I left the john without a endorsement thought and bulge into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling in effect ? ``

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

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

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their right judgment wear 's sunglasses in the house ; your still blanch as a ghost. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my forehead, `` Jezz, you feel ice cold considering you were burning up stopping point night, but your telling me your okay. Who are you trying to put one over ? ``

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

'' privy, 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 optic and the emotions I felt hit me even stronger.

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

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing pass Alice. My judgment about to break loose 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 fulfill my uncanny thirstiness. The morning goodness of bacon and testis did piffling to fill me up. The food not tasting pleasant played a minor role.

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

'' Yeah, I know. ``

'' Then submit em off blank shell. Why are you wearing em anyway ? ``

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

'' Can I see your centre real quick, '' Alice says crossing the way to abide in front of me, `` I wan na make sure there is no unplayful legal injury o.k. ``

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

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

Instantly the light burns and I force my center shut. `` afford them. I cant see, '' Alice replies smacking my articulatio humeri. I open my center briefly, but the pain sensation is so bad, I began to tear as Alice lets out a flashy gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Bro, have you ever seen how disconsolate the ocean is on a illuminate cheery day ? fountainhead take 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 down on your parade, but you do eff your describing my eyes right. Your brother. It 's a little creepy do n't you imagine ? ``

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

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

As I was making my way to the can to terminate the rest of my cockcrow rituals I hear Alice yell. `` You should ostentate those eye at school. I guarantee the former girlfriend will fawn over them. Maybe you could actually get a date. ``

That comment lifted my feel until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my soup-strainer into the sump not believing the scene in front of me, and let out a panic-stricken shrieking, knocking the john motley supply to the story with a crash. My dismay reaction caused such a loud commotion I did n't recognise Alice 's presence until I heard her speak.

'' What 's awry ? '' Her vocalization filled with heartwarming concern.

I did n't answer. My intellect was too overwhelmed with confusion, reverence, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the door and slammed it closed on her human face, not wanting her to see the vision that will forever haunt me for the rest of Clarence Day. All my Recent fears came to life. This was not a dreaming, but the first of a terrifying nightmare. As I gazed into the mirror the same head haunted with me. What the netherworld is happening ?