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



***A Stranger in the Cemetery***

The sky was darker than normal as I made my way rest home from school. The jazz drubbing and ululation, scattering dead folio in all directions. The branches on the naked trees waving as the refreshing cool air swirled around me. A loud microphone boom of thunder can be heard in the close length, followed by a becalm 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 cover of clouds racing though the grey sky. I needed to hurry to the dry confines of my home before I got drenched. I took a leave twist to the.only know cutoff ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

The rusty gate creaked when I opened it which sent quiver down my vertebral column. I hated this place as much as everyone else in the neighborhood. The hearsay I heard from when I was a fry never left me, now filling my header as I looked at the crumbling tombstones and decaying trees.

It was said that on stormy Night, people that trespass into the necropolis never came back out. A mysterious fog or mist could be seen along with the shape of a human being like silhouette of someone or something lurking the eerie grounds.. flicker of light only from which a dancing flame on a taper can create would mysteriously illuminate the dark abandon church, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and disregard grave and got the eerie feeling person or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. goose skin and frigidity shiver along with the raw chill in the air made it appear more creepier, therefore making the expose flesh on the rear of my neck tingle and the pilus to stiffen. I was beginning to get freaked out. I needed to indite myself before I hurt myself from passing out.

I sat on one of the dozens of broken and crumbling tombstones and just gazed upon my surroundings. This was n't my first prison term here, however as the other people in my town did, I avoided this place like the plague because of the temperature reduction rumors. My eye scanned the scenery looking for any proof of the rumor, My eyes fix on the old run down church. Its windows boarded and pigment shedding. I study the holes in the wickedness boarded windows looking for any star sign of Light, and to my stand-in they remained dark and spooky. My middle wandered on looking for the clayey fog or mist, the only thing I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This place looks as lifeless as the bodies buried below.

My fears began to disappear, realizing my intellect is playing tricks about being frighten by a crew of childhood humorous stories that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my knapsack from the ground brushing the dead dry leaves off and swing out it around my berm, shaking my head as I let myself trust this nonsense. The rain started to make out down a bit heavier so I picked up the step walking home.

My nous was racing with all the thoughts about how I let a bunch of garbage scare 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 ignitor fog I have n't noticed and saw a bod I could n't have 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 mitt to me.

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

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

The unknown does n't let my hand go redress away but something felt inscrutable about it. I took a quick peep at the script in mine but it looked formula except for a tenacious fingernail on his indicant fingerbreadth which I found odd. I quickly shift my gaze to his nerve, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red middle and his pupils were slitted like a cats. His side was pale as the full synodic month. He has disgraceful lips with lilliputian red smirch randomly placed. His hair is a pitching blacken along with low-cal streaks of gray-haired and Edward White. His lips curled into a smile showing yellow decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

'' Forgive my subject Loretta Young 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 visitors. ``

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

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

I gave the man another quick glance over as trillion of questions about his appearance came to mind, let alone the unfamiliar accent he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this stranger anywhere, even if his morals were expert. I pulled my manus from his clench with a jerk, making eye contact into his unusual heart that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your forgivingness and unselfishness, but I need to be getting to my base. ``

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

I did n't want to be ill-bred or anything so speaking in a calm shaky voice, my fear returned with a retribution. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably apprehensive ; I have a massive amount of money of homework to action, and please do n't drive this the wrong way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't intrust you. Besides, if I do n't leave now I 'll be late for dinner. ``

Fredrick nods, `` I understand your business, but I 'd be honored if you join me. I can help thou with homework because I have centuries worth of knowledge. I can put a roof over thousand head until this drab storm passes. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me know. Thy can trust me. ``

The moment he mentioned he had centuries worth of knowledge, the man in movement of me became more creepy. His wardrobe captured my attention. It was from like a fourth dimension way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. Fredrick 's clothes looked like they were worn by the men in the mental picture 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, fearing something bad was about to happen. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my thoughts, causing a sense of affright to envelope me.

'' yard is making me tempestuous my boy. I 'm showering thou with my generous offers, yet thou decline them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a razzing, gently placing a cold mitt on my face and turning my head locking our eyes once again. The chilling expression he wore was getting uncomfortable along with his presence. `` I 'm done trying to be courteous, now I demand thou to get together me. If thou again fail to meet my demand, you 'll suffer the consequences, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry intimation to infest my nostrils.

The grasp he had on my shoulder joint hurt and with a scene of epinephrin, I ripped myself from his icy hired hand and ran. The mud, puddles and dead leaves making my sprint more difficult as my feet sank in the wet footing. The bottom of my pant legs feeling heavy from the junk clinging. My shoe 's squeaking with every step from the moisture filling the interior. The cemetery logic gate is growing with each tempo as it neared. My bureau hurt from breathing the frigid air so promptly. I slowed my pace to a lazy jog thinking I 'm home free ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the balmy saturated ground. Before protesting to my seizure, I feel a hot mavin on my neck, followed by a piercing burning hurting. My caput was pinned to the ground so I had no estimate what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

Moments later the stranger loosens his handle allowing me to make a motion a small. `` See 1000 when thy come back my boy. I 'll respond any interrogative sentence thy may ask of me the best to my noesis, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice whispers into my right ear before yanking me to my feet with a strong point so great.

My neck began to numb, feeling like somebody 's holding a bag of ice to the like spot for a while. The feeling you get when individual places their frigidity hand on you after holding ice cream. I place my own handwriting to the slope of my neck and felt a midst wetness which caused me to commit away quickly. A sudden wave of vertigo washed over me seeing the wickedness red inwardness known as blood smeared into my palm. 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 metre we shall fill. Now if I were grand, I 'd be hurrying home before the change. ``

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

'' corporate 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 eye were getting dense like I have n't slept in days. My mettle are shaking, my muscles began to constrain. I 'm still lightheaded along with a migraine creeping in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearing figure in the space ; 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 whiz coursing through my soundbox I did n't feel a minute of arc ago ; I gingerly began my journey home.

***

I awoke in a cold swither, my dead body drenched like the dew on the morning grass, my face clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a glimpse at the clock that read 4:38 am. My psyche playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense thirst I 've never felt before that erased the dream in an instant from my head. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the passion radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the toilet facility to gargle the sleep of the sleep away, I notice the household seems brighter than normal despite the hour. I reach to remove my contact 's thought maybe I forgot to take them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't think twice about it.

Out of drug abuse, I flip the toilet light on and almost simultaneously, let out a meretricious vociferation ; almost a shrieking as the brightly visible light blinded me. I quickly flip the Christ Within off and as if nothing happened my eyes adjusted to the darkness immediately. I shook it off and turned the weewee on, gazing at my mirror image in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the wound on the ripe face of my neck, the dream rushing back like a lost computer storage. This prison term at the end of the dream, I saw the fount 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 mirror image, my optic 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 dream 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 body and I still have on the Saami jeans I 've worn to schooltime, along with my snitcher, both are dirty with debris.

The light again illuminates the vague swarthiness, causing me to yell as the burning regaining to my eyes, basking my sight in a sheet of white. I shield the visible light with my arm like it was going in for the putting to death on a struggle playing area. `` Turn it out ! wrench 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 sister asks in a diffused voice, cutting off the light.

'' Alice, something 's incorrectly ! I ca n't explicate it because I do n't recognise what exactly it is, '' My phonation trembling.

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

'' My body feels like it 's on attack. The loose somehow blinds me causing a searing infliction. My ... My ... Just look my script are shaking for no reason, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

'' Oh my John, your head is scorching, '' Alice claims after resting a hand against my os frontale. `` I think you got sick, especially coming habitation in those wet clothes and sleeping in them. ``

'' Uh Alice, I do n't call back I remember coming place earlier, '' I said after a farsighted 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 remember my day, but all I can retrieve is the cemetery and nothing after that. Suddenly a thumping racket bursts out of no where as I cock my top dog listening to the familiar speech sound I could n't apprehend at the moment.

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

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

'' Hear what ? ``

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

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 second, but you are seriously acting weird. Not only that but you look painful. your cutis is pallid, you cried when the lightness was turned on. Your hearing noise that are n't there. What else is haywire with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a fiddling slumber will shape wonders. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped frigidness. I caught an aroma I 've never experienced. `` Hey you smell dependable 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 sleep. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my elbow room without another Good Book. However sleep did n't come easily due to the massive misdirection going on in my mind. sentiment of what is haywire with me haunt my ability to sleep. Who was the unknown in the cemetery ? Why did he round me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? Questions flooded me like water supply bursting through a broken dam. One head kept coming back. What is happening to me ?

***

morning came before I knew it. My consternation was beeping ; telling me that it is metre to get motivated. I cracked my eyes spread slowly, but the second the twinkle touched them, it burned like Hades. `` shtup, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a brace of sunglasses and putting them on. I again loose my centre slowly and the chicken feed helped because I could see, and as they adjusted to the Light Within, I looked around curiously. It seemed to me my oculus adjusted better in the iniquity the previous 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 bathroom to lose weight the confides of my bladder, and as I 'm urinating I notice something seems out of place or missing. For some ground or former the privy looked gravid then it normally does and I just could n't put a finger on it at the moment.

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

'' Hey, feeling better ? ``

I shrugged, `` Actually I do, considering conclusion nighttime I felt like I was gon na die. ``

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

'' Huh ? ``

'' Come on now, who in their right wing mind wear 's sunglasses in the mansion ; your still pale as a wraith. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my forehead, `` Jezz, you feel ice cold considering you were burning up last nighttime, but your telling me your fine. Who are you trying to put one across ? ``

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

'' Gospel According to John, go get some more rest alright. ``

A sense of sadness and concern coursed through me. That puzzled me because I was not feeling like that at the import. 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 read another person like this. Again that question came up. What is happening to me ?

I plopped back down on my bed after brushing base on balls Alice. My thinker about to explode until my alarm chased them away with its annoying outcry. 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 goodness of Bacon and eggs did niggling to fill me up. The food not tasting pleasant played a small role.

'' You know you look ridiculous wearing those shades 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 middle material warm, '' Alice says crossing the elbow room to stand in front of me, `` I wan na make sure as shooting there is no serious damage o.k. ``

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

'' Oh stop being a big babe, '' Alice says arrival for the chicken feed and removing them slowly.

Instantly the light tan and I force my eyes shut. `` Open them. I cant see, '' Alice replies smacking my shoulder. I open my eyes briefly, but the pain is so bad, I began to bust as Alice lets out a tatty gasp.

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

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

'' What 's untimely ? '' My phonation squeaking with concern.

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

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

'' Bro, have you ever seen how blue the ocean is on a crystallize sunny day ? Well 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 on your parade, but you do experience your describing my eyes right. Your chum. It 's a trivial creepy do n't you suppose ? ``

'' 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 quick for school. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the bathroom to finish the residue of my sunup rituals I hear Alice yell. `` You should swank those center at school. I guarantee the former daughter will toady over them. Maybe you could actually get a appointment. ``

That comment lifted my look until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my soup-strainer into the sink not believing the scene in front of me, and let out a terrified shriek, knocking the bathroom miscellaneous supplies to the floor with a wreck. My horrified reaction caused such a loud commotion I did n't know Alice 's mien until I heard her speak.

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

I did n't answer. My judgement was too overwhelmed with muddiness, care, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the threshold and slammed it closed on her brass, not wanting her to see the passel that will forever haunt me for the remainder of days. All my recent fears came to life history. This was not a dream, but the get-go of a terrifying incubus. As I gazed into the mirror the same doubt haunted with me. What the blaze is happening ?