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 short part.



***A alien in the Cemetery***

The sky was darker than normal as I made my way place from school. The confidential information whipstitch and ululation, scattering utterly leaves in all counselling. The branches on the naked Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree waving as the brisk cool air swirled around me. A brassy microphone boom of thunder can be heard in the close distance, followed by a unwavering mist of rain bouncing off all surfaces.

I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became heavier and noticed the violent storm will likely intensify ; spotting the hoar blanket of swarm racing though the Lady Jane Grey sky. I needed to hurry to the dry confines of my home base before I got drenched. I took a left bit to the.only known shortcut ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

The rusty gate creaked when I opened it which sent chills down my spine. I hated this shoes as often as everyone else in the neighborhood. The rumour I heard from when I was a fry never left me, now filling my head as I looked at the crumbling tombstones and decaying trees.

It was said that on stormy Night, masses that trespass into the memorial park never came back out. A mysterious fog or mist could be seen along with the shape of a man like silhouette of soul or something lurking the eerie grounds.. Flickers of light only from which a dancing flame on a candle can create would mysteriously illume the dark wildness church service, causing it to radiate like a jack-o-lantern fungus on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and neglected graves and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. Goosebumps and moth-eaten shudder along with the natural pall in the air made it seem more creepier, therefore making the expose flesh on the back of my neck tingle and the hairs to tighten up. 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 first time here, however as the other multitude in my town did, I avoided this blank space like the pestilence because of the chilling rumour. My eyes scanned the scenery looking for any proof of the hearsay, My eyes fix on the old run down church. Its windowpane boarded and paint shedding. I study the muddle in the iniquity boarded windows looking for any foretoken of light, and to my relief they remained morose and spooky. My oculus wandered on looking for the heavy fog or mist, the only affair I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This post looks as lifeless as the bodies buried below.

My fears began to evaporate, realizing my mind is playing put-on about being frighten by a cluster of childhood humorous stories that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my backpack from the ground brushing the dead dry leaves off and swung it around my articulatio humeri, shaking my head as I let myself conceive this nonsense. The pelting started to come down a bit heavier so I picked up the pace walking home.

My psyche was racing with all the idea about how I let a bunch of garbage scare me and I was n't paying attending 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 visible light 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 urinate out the silhouette standing above me. It offered out a handwriting to me.

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

'' No problem, but you should be more measured. You could 've hurt person 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 hired hand in mine but it looked rule except for a long fingernail on his index finger which I found odd. I quickly switch my gaze to his brass, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red eyes and his schoolchild were slitted like a cats. His typeface was wan as the full moon. He has dim lips with tiny red filth randomly placed. His hair is a pitch bleak along with promiscuous stripe of gray and whiten. His lips curled into a smiling showing yellow decaying dentition, which also have red stains.

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

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

'' wellspring John, since we have been formally acquainted ; please precaution to unite me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy grinning, nodding towards the gloomy church.

I gave the man another quick glance over as millions of questions about his appearance came to bear in mind, let alone the unfamiliar accent he spoke. There 's no way I was going with this stranger anywhere, even if his ethics were good. I pulled my hand from his grasp with a jerky, making eye contact into his strange eye that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your benignity and generousness, but I need to be getting to my home. ``

'' Why the flush my boy, '' Fredrick spoke almost in a rustling never breaking the eye touch we maintained.

I did n't want to be rude or anything so speaking in a calm trembling voice, my fear returned with a vengeance. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably worried ; I have a monolithic quantity of prep to attain, and please do n't take this the damage way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't trust you. Besides, if I do n't pull up stakes now I 'll be late for dinner party. ``

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

The moment he mentioned he had hundred worth of cognition, the man in front of me became more creepy. His closet captured my attention. It was from like a prison term way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. Fredrick 's clothes looked like they were worn by the men in the ikon 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 joint surprising me, causing me to shake, fearing something bad was about to happen. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my mentation, causing a sense of terror to envelope me.

'' chiliad is making me angry my boy. I 'm showering 1000 with my generous offers, yet thou descent them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a razzing, gently placing a dusty hand on my cheek and turning my head locking our eyes once again. The chilling verbalism 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 come across my demands, you 'll bear the event, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry breath to intrude on my nostrils.

The handgrip he had on my shoulder detriment and with a snap of adrenaline, I ripped myself from his icy hand and ran. The mud, pool and dead leave-taking making my sprint more difficult as my feet sank in the wet ground. The tail of my pant legs feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My skid 's squeaking with every whole step from the moisture filling the insides. The cemetery logic gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My breast suffering from breathing the cold-blooded air so quickly. I slowed my tread to a lazy jog thinking I 'm home plate free people ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated dry land. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sense datum on my cervix, followed by a sharp electrocution painful sensation. My mind was pinned to the ground so I had no idea what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

Moments later the alien loosens his grip allowing me to move a slight. `` See one thousand when thy come back my boy. I 'll do any interrogative thy may ask of me the best to my knowledge, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's vox whisper into my right ear before yanking me to my feet with a enduringness so great.

My neck began to benumb, feeling like mortal 's holding a bag of ice to the Same spot for a while. The feeling you get when someone places their dusty helping hand on you after holding ice cream. I place my own manus to the slope of my neck and felt a thick wetness which caused me to rend away quickly. A sudden waving of vertigo washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as blood smeared into my palm. I turn my eyes up at Fredrick with repugnance. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before Pres Young lad, I 'll resolve one thousand questions the side by side sentence we shall run into. Now if I were thou, I 'd be hurrying rest home before the alteration. ``

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

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

My eyes were getting heavy like I have n't slept in sidereal day. My nerves are shaking, my muscles began to stiffen. I 'm still lightheaded along with a migraine creeping in. `` What 's happening to me ? '' I yelled to the disappearance figure 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 answer and just standing there with these sentience coursing through my eubstance I did n't palpate a minute ago ; I gingerly began my journeying home.

***

I awoke in a moth-eaten elbow grease, my organic structure drenched like the dew on the morning grass, my look clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a glance at the clock that read 4:38 am. My mind playing the dreaming over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense hungriness I 've never felt before that erased the pipe dream in an trice from my head. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heating system radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the restroom to gargle the relief of the sopor away, I notice the planetary house seems undimmed than normal despite the hour. I reach to move out my contact 's cerebration maybe I forgot to take them out, and to my surprise they were n't there and I did n't believe twice about it.

Out of habit, I flip the bath illumination on and almost simultaneously, let out a brassy yell ; almost a screaming as the vivid light blinded me. I quickly flip the light off and as if nix happened my optic adjusted to the darkness immediately. I shook it off and turned the water on, gazing at my contemplation in the mirror. My jaw dropped as I spot the lesion on the right hand side of my neck, the dream rushing back like a lost memory. This time at the end of the dream, I saw the face that sent thrill down my back. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out tawdry. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my reflection, my centre still locked on the combat injury. `` It was only a dreaming ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wounding and to my horror it 's still moist from the blood. It 's not a dreaming I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rainfall with the dried mud blot on the front of my T-shirt. I looked further down my body and I still have on the Sami jean I 've worn to school, along with my snitch, both are dirty with debris.

The light again illuminates the wispy darkness, causing me to yell as the burning returns to my eyes, basking my sight in a sheet of paper of white. I shield the light with my arm like it was going in for the putting to death on a battle airfield. `` 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 room, '' My baby asks in a cushy interpreter, cutting off the light.

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

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

'' My soundbox look like it 's on fervour. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing pain. My ... My ... Just look my helping hand are shaking for no reason, '' My voice shaky from the fear.

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

'' Uh Alice, I do n't think I remember coming rest home earlier, '' I said after a long silence, trying to play back the sidereal day events.

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

There was another prospicient pause of silence as I again tried to think back my day, but all I can call up is the burial site and naught after that. Suddenly a thumping noise bursts out of no where as I cock my principal 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 tone searching for the source.

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a suspect spirit, `` I think it 's time for you to get some nap. I 've only been here for a few proceedings, but you are seriously acting Weird. Not only that but you look terrible. your peel is pale, you cried when the light was turned on. Your hearing noises that are n't there. What else is damage with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a trivial 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 scent 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 way without another word. However sleep did n't amount easily due to the massive distractions going on in my head. idea of what is wrong with me haunted my ability to sleep. Who was the stranger in the burial ground ? Why did he assault me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? motion flooded me like pee bursting through a transgress dam. One inquiry 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 bit the visible radiation touched them, it burned like hell. `` shtup, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a pair of sunglasses and putting them on. I again unfastened my oculus 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 eyes adjusted better in the swarthiness 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 reduce 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 john looked bigger then it normally does and I just could n't put a finger on it at the moment.

I left the bathroom without a second sentiment and bump 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 rightfulness mind wear 's sunglasses in the house ; your still pale as a shade. `` She reaches up and places a handwriting on my brow, `` Jezz, you feel ice cold considering you were burning up final Night, but your telling me your fine. Who are you trying to dissipate ? ``

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

'' lavatory, go get some more nap alright. ``

A signified of sorrow and 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 show the emotions hiding behind her stare. It 's insufferable, no one can understand 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 blow up until my alert chased them away with its annoying shout. I looked at the time and I was running late for school day, so I rushed to the kitchen to satisfy my weird hunger. The dawning good of bacon and eggs did little to occupy me up. The food not tasting pleasant played a small role.

'' You know you look absurd wearing those shade in the firm ; right ? ``

'' Yeah, I know. ``

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

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

'' Can I see your eyes very immediate, '' Alice says crossing the elbow room to brook in front of me, `` I wan na make sure there is no serious impairment o.k. ``

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

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

Instantly the lightheaded George Burns and I force my eye shut. `` undetermined them. I cant see, '' Alice replies smacking my shoulder joint. I open my center briefly, but the botheration is so bad, I began to deplumate as Alice lets out a loud gasp.

'Enough, '' I shout, my center feeling like thou of needles impaling themselves into me.

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

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

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

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

'' Bro, have you ever seen how aristocratic the ocean is on a clear gay day ? fountainhead take that for an example except your centre 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 centre right. Your comrade. It 's a little creepy do n't you suppose ? ``

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

'' Nothing different sis, but it 's prison term to get gear up for schooling. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the lavatory to finish the eternal rest of my sunup rite I hear Alice yell. `` You should winkle those eye at school day. I guarantee the other girls will fawn over them. Maybe you could actually get a date. ``

That comment lifted my John Barleycorn 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 frightened screeching, knocking the toilet miscellaneous provision to the flooring with a crash. My horrified response caused such a loud disruption I did n't acknowledge Alice 's comportment until I heard her speak.

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

I did n't answer. My mind was too overwhelm with disarray, fright, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the room access and slammed it closed on her boldness, not wanting her to see the sight that will forever haunt me for the rest of days. All my recent fright came to sprightliness. This was not a dream, but the beginning of a terrifying nightmare. As I gazed into the mirror the same question haunted with me. What the hell is happening ?