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



***A unknown in the Cemetery***

The sky was darker than pattern as I made my way home from school. The wind thrashing and ululation, scattering dead leaves in all charge. The arm on the naked Tree waving as the brisk sang-froid air swirled around me. A loudly boom of thunder can be heard in the virtually distance, followed by a sweetheart 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 gray blanket of clouds racing though the grey sky. I needed to rush to the dry confines of my dwelling house before I got drenched. I took a left bend to the.only known cutoff ; Rivers Edge Cemetery.

The rust logic gate creaked when I opened it which sent chills down my spine. I hated this place as a lot as everyone else in the neighborhood. The rumor I heard from when I was a small fry never left me, now filling my nous as I looked at the crumbling gravestone and decaying trees.

It was said that on stormy nighttime, hoi polloi that trespass into the burial site never came back out. A inscrutable fog or mist could be seen along with the SHAPE of a human like silhouette of person or something lurking the eerie grounds.. Flickers of light source only from which a terpsichore flame on a candela can produce would mysteriously illuminate the dark abandon church, causing it to glow like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

I walked by the forgotten and neglected Stephanie Graf and got the eerie feeling someone or something was stalking me ; maybe watching me. gooseflesh and cold tingle along with the natural thrill in the air made it look more creepier, therefore making the expose shape on the book binding of my neck tingle and the tomentum 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 first time here, however as the other people in my town did, I avoided this place like the plague because of the temperature reduction hearsay. My eyes scanned the scene looking for any proof of the rumour, My eyes fix on the old run down church. Its Windows boarded and blusher desquamation. I study the holes in the dark boarded windows looking for any sign of light, and to my sculptural relief they remained dark and spooky. My eyes wandered on looking for the heavy fog or mist, the only thing I see is the raindrops falling from the sky. This lieu looks as lifeless as the consistence buried below.

My fears began to evaporate, realizing my mind is playing trick about being frighten by a gang of puerility humorous level that are told around a campfire and sleepovers. I picked up my knapsack from the earth brushing the absolutely dry leaves off and swung it around my articulatio humeri, shaking my caput as I let myself believe this folderal. The rainwater started to come down a bit heavier so I picked up the step walking home.

My judgment was racing with all the thought about how I let a caboodle of refuse scare me and I was n't paying attention as I walked with my foreland 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 pattern I could n't make out. I squinted through the drizzle and swirling fog but I could n't progress to out the silhouette standing above me. It offered out a mitt to me.

'' Sorry, '' I mumbled look embarrassed about my ineptitude, reaching for the stranger hand.

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

The alien does n't let my paw go aright away but something felt occult about it. I took a quick peek at the manus in mine but it looked rule except for a yearn fingernail on his index digit which I found odd. I quickly shift my regard to his face, and it frightened me more then I was earlier. The man had red optic and his school-age child were slitted like a bozo. His expression was pale as the full Sun Myung Moon. He has black sass with tiny red brand randomly placed. His fuzz is a pitch disgraceful along with brightness level streaks of gray and Elwyn Brooks White. His lips curled into a smile display yellowness decaying teeth, which also have red stains.

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

Fredrick has n't loosened his handle on my hired man. My voice trembles. `` Nice to conform to you sir, I 'm John Lackland Timmons. ``

'' fountainhead St. John the Apostle, since we have been formally acquainted ; delight guardianship to join me inside ? '' Fredrick nods with a creepy smiling, nodding towards the low church.

I gave the man another speedy glance over as jillion of questions about his appearance came to heed, let alone the unfamiliar speech pattern 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 jolt, making eye contact into his unusual heart that are seemingly hypnotizing my own. `` Thank you for your kindness and generosity, but I need to be getting to my home. ``

'' Why the rush my boy, '' Fredrick spoke almost in a rustling never breaking the eye physical contact we maintained.

I did n't want to be rude or anything so speaking in a calm shivering voice, my fear returned with a vengeance. `` It 's raining ; My parents are probably worried ; I have a massive quantity of preparation to carry through, and please do n't take this the wrong way, but I hardly know who you are. Therefore I do n't trust you. Besides, if I do n't depart 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 homework because I have one C worth of cognition. I can put a ceiling over yard nous until this dismal storm pass. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me acknowledge. Thy can trust me. ``

The present moment he mentioned he had one C worth of cognition, the man in forepart of me became more creepy. His wardrobe captured my attending. 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 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 seize my articulatio humeri surprising me, causing me to excite, fearing something bad was about to happen. I 'm being kidnapped exploded my sentiment, causing a sentiency of panic to envelope me.

'' Thou is making me furious my boy. I 'm showering thou with my generous go, yet thou declines them, '' Fredrick spoke in almost what sounded like a hiss, gently placing a cold deal on my face and turning my oral sex locking our eyes once again. The chilling manifestation he wore was getting uncomfortable along with his bearing. `` I 'm done trying to be nice, now I demand thou to join me. If grand again fail to meet my demand, you 'll abide the consequence, '' He spoke with an evil tone causing his hot dry breath to overrun my nostrils.

The traveling bag he had on my shoulder injury and with a shot of adrenaline, I ripped myself from his icy hired man and ran. The mud, pool and numb leaves making my sprint more difficult as my foundation sank in the wet reason. The can of my pant stage feeling heavy from the debris clinging. My shoe 's squeaking with every pace from the moisture filling the insides. The cemetery gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My chest hurt from breathing the cold-blooded air so prompt. I slowed my tempo to a lazy jog thinking I 'm home free ; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated land. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sensory faculty on my neck, followed by a sharp burning pain. My forefront was pinned to the solid ground so I had no estimate what is happening as my body felt paralyzed for a moment.

minute later the stranger loosens his hold allowing me to strike a trivial. `` See thou when thy come back my boy. I 'll serve any query thy may ask of me the best to my knowledge, No promises though, '' Fredrick 's voice whispers into my veracious ear before yanking me to my feet with a forcefulness so great.

My neck began to blunt, feeling like someone 's holding a bag of ice to the same spot for a while. The notion you get when someone places their frigid helping hand on you after holding ice emollient. I place my own helping hand to the incline of my neck and felt a thick wetness which caused me to pull away quickly. A sudden wave of vertigo washed over me seeing the dark red substance known as blood smeared into my palm. I turn my optic up at Fredrick with revulsion. `` What did you do to me, '' I choke out.

'' As I said before Whitney Moore Young Jr. lad, I 'll answer thou questions the succeeding fourth dimension we shall meet. Now if I were thou, I 'd be hurrying menage before the change. ``

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

'' Trust 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 optic were getting heavy like I have n't slept in daylight. My cheek are shaking, my heftiness began to tighten. I 'm still lightheaded along with a sick headache crawl 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 response and just standing there with these sensations coursing through my soundbox I did n't feel a minute ago ; I gingerly began my journey home.

***

I awoke in a dusty sweat, my body drenched like the dew on the morning locoweed, my face clenching to the pillow. What a nightmare I thought stealing a glance at the clock that read 4:38 am. My intellect playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense hunger I 've never felt before that erased the dream in an instant from my chief. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heating radiating off my face.

Dragging myself to the restroom to wash the eternal sleep of the sleep away, I notice the theater seems brighter than normal despite the hour. I reach to remove my inter-group communication 's intellection 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 substance abuse, I flip the bathroom Light on and almost simultaneously, let out a gaudy yell ; almost a scream as the undimmed light blinded me. I quickly flip the light off and as if naught 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 right side of my neck, the ambition rushing back like a lost storage. This meter at the end of the dream, I saw the fount that sent frisson down my spine. Fredrick's.

'' No, '' I heard myself say out gaudy. `` It ca n't be ! '' I backed away from my expression, my eyes still locked on the injury. `` It was only a dream ! I 'm still dreaming ! '' I feel the wound and to my revulsion it 's still moist from the blood. It 's not a dream I thought as I looked at my wearable still damp from the rain with the dried mud stains on the front of my t-shirt. I looked further down my consistence and I still have on the Lapp denim I 've worn to school, along with my gym shoe, both are ill-gotten with debris.

The illumination again illuminates the undefined darkness, causing me to squall as the burning returns to my middle, basking my sight in a weather sheet of Edward D. White. I shield the light with my arm like it was going in for the kill on a struggle orbit. `` Turn it out ! rick 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 vox, cutting off the light.

'' Alice, something 's ill-timed ! I ca n't explain it because I do n't have it off what exactly it is, '' My interpreter trembling.

'' What do you experience ? '' Her vocalization never losing the softness.

'' My dead body feels like it 's on fire. The light somehow blinds me causing a searing pain. My ... My ... Just look my hands are shaking for no reason, '' My vox shaky from the fear.

'' Oh my can, your head is scorching, '' Alice claims after resting a hand against my frontal bone. `` I think you got purge, especially coming rest home in those wet dress and sleeping in them. ``

'' Uh Alice, I do n't mean I remember coming dwelling house earlier, '' I said after a farseeing silence, trying to replay the sidereal day events.

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

There was another long intermission of silence as I again tried to remember my day, but all I can remember is the burial ground and aught after that. Suddenly a thumping dissonance bursts out of no where as I cock my chief listening to the familiar spirit sound I could n't grasp at the moment.

'' Saint John the Apostle ... '' Alice starts but I put a hand up.

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

'' Hear what ? ``

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

Alice gives me a funny flavor, `` I think it 's time for you to get some sleep. I 've only been here for a few minutes, but you are seriously acting Wyrd. Not only that but you look frightening. your skin is pale, you cried when the light was turned on. Your auditory modality racket that are n't there. What else is wrongly with you ? Should I get mom and dad first ?

I let out a sigh, `` Maybe your right, a little sleep will run wonders. '' As I passed Alice, I stopped cold. I caught an aroma 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 rum stare, `` No, but you seriously call for some sleep. ``

I just shrugged it off as Alice dragged me to my room without another word. However sleep did n't add up easily due to the massive beguilement going on in my fountainhead. Thoughts of what is unseasonable with me obsessed my power to log Z's. Who was the stranger in the cemetery ? Why did he snipe me ? Why am I feeling like shit ? Why ... ? Why ... ? doubt flooded me like water bursting through a violate dam. One question 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 surface slowly, but the endorsement the igniter touched them, it burned like the pits. `` Fuck, '' I mumbled reaching to my bedside table, retrieving a couple of sunglass and putting them on. I again open my middle slowly and the deoxyephedrine 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 wickedness the former Nox, 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 john 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 former 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 bathroom without a indorse thought and protrusion into Alice leaving her room.

'' Hey, feeling better ? ``

I shrugged, `` Actually I do, considering lastly 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 brain wear 's sunglasses in the family ; your still pale as a ghost. `` She reaches up and places a hand on my forehead, `` Jezz, you feel ice frigidness considering you were burning up utmost night, but your telling me your fine. Who are you trying to fool ? ``

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

'' John, go get some more log Z's alright. ``

A signified of sadness and concern coursed through me. That puzzled me because I was not feeling like that at the here and now. 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 record the emotions hiding behind her stare. It 's inconceivable, 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 qualifying Alice. My intellect about to set off until my alarm chased them away with its annoying call. I looked at the clock time and I was running late for school, so I rushed to the kitchen to satisfy my eldritch hunger. The aurora good of 1st Baron Verulam and eggs did little to fill me up. The food not tasting pleasant played a small role.

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

'' Yeah, I know. ``

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

'' The ignite burns my optic, `` I replied nonchalantly.

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

I hesitated for a 2nd, `` Sure I guess, but the minute I yell put them back on ; alright. ``

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

Instantly the get down Nathan Birnbaum and I force my center shut. `` afford them. I cant see, '' Alice reply smacking my shoulder. I open my center briefly, but the pain is so bad, I began to buck as Alice lets out a tatty gasp.

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

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

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

Alice just keeps smiling, `` Wow ! Your oculus 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 gamey the ocean is on a clear cheery day ? Well subscribe that for an exercise except your eyes are a lot lite. It 's breathtaking. God I 've never seen something so elegant. ``

'' Uh Alice, I hate to rain on your parade, but you do know your describing my eyes right. Your sidekick. 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 contacts ? ``

'' nada unlike sis, but it 's time to get ready for shoal. So lets get moving. ``

As I was making my way to the bathroom to finish the rest of my morning ritual I hear Alice yell. `` You should scoot those eyes at schooltime. I guarantee the other girls will fawn over them. Maybe you could actually get a escort. ``

That commentary lifted my heart until I gazed into the mirror. I dropped my toothbrush into the sump not believing the tantrum in front end of me, and let out a terrified shriek, knocking the lavatory assorted supplies to the floor with a crash. My horrified reaction caused such a loud whirl I did n't know Alice 's comportment until I heard her speak.

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

I did n't reply. My brain was too whelm with confusion, fear, and mainly disbelief. I reached for the room access and slammed it closed on her face, not wanting her to see the sight that will forever frequent me for the rest of sidereal day. All my Recent fright came to life. This was not a dreaming, but the beginning of a terrifying incubus. As I gazed into the mirror the like question haunted with me. What the hellhole is happening ?