Pulling back the sleeping bag the mysterious occupant began to cough violently and thrash about. In an instant David leapt from the cloth as though it had been on fire. His torn clothes revealed the scars from his torturous ordeal so I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed him into the house.Though I had only been gone for a few days, the house felt as if it were abandoned for years. The musty scent of Liam’s last dinner had wafted through the kitchen reminding me of his holiday with friends. A soft light was all that shown through the blinds which gave way to the thin lair of dust on the television. Walking through the house for the first time since the ordeal felt like our bodies were stuck in slow motion. After I checked all the rooms and got a drink from the refrigerator, we retired to the couch.Once our bodies hit, dust flew into the air bringing us back to the reality at hand. This made the silence more deafening.David and I haven’t spoken a word since walking through the doo
Months have gone by without a hitch. After sending Liam to live with my father while I sort through this mess I’ve been bouncing from city to city in search for clues. Afraid to get to close to anyone I’ve kept a low profile. There hasn’t been any activity from the supernatural throughout the entire northeastern coastline, so I set my sights to the south where an unexplained string of phenomena have been recently occurring.It’s too much of a coincidence for two or three tragedies to strike off the coast of North Myrtle Beach. However, eight tragedies in total have cursed a 200 mile radius of the city. From unexpected fires to pile ups on I95. Normal people would see this as a string of unfortunate luck for the area but I feel this has a more sinister cause…The crisp wind blew through the palm trees with the faint smell of the ocean sifting through the window.Darius had just sat down for his morning cup of coffee as he fumbled through his paperwork for the day. His brows furrowed as
Darius woke up the next morning dreading getting out of bed. He rubbed his tired, almond eyes and rolled over to hit the snooze button. As he turned back over he was startled by a loud banging on the door. It was time…He jumped out of bed as fast as he could and threw on the clothes from the floor. The banging continued for the next five minutes until he got to the door, he thought as though it would never stop.‘Maybe he gave up and left?’ He thought to himself as he glanced through the peep hole. A tall man stood waiting. His crisp blond hair gave away quickly that it was Haans who was waiting. ‘He must have sensed me.’ He said to himself as he watched Haans impatiently sway side to side.“I know you’re there Darius. Quit stalling.” He said calmly.Darius opened the door hesitantly and let him in.Haans feverishly paced the floor in front of Darius in what seemed like an eternity as he described the conditions before signing the contract. He had only agreed to take on the assignme
It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a la
Hmm… It's chilly out this morning, and a little bit on the cloudy side. The smell of the dying leaves is very calming, I guess you could say. Maybe it's just me, but I love everything about autumn. The changing weather, pumpkin pie, the leaves falling to the ground, pumpkin coffee, Halloween approaching, pumpkin cookies, Thanksgiving and did I mention pumpkin pie? I guess this is where I would introduce myself. My name is Sophie Fredrickson; I am a widowed mother of one. My son's name is Liam; he recently turned eleven this past September. He’s kind of tall for his age, reaching four-foot-seven, with blond hair and my blue eyes. I tell him every day he looks like his father as he responds blushing with an ‘I doubt it’. We tragically lost my husband and his father, Julian, about a year and a half ago. It's still very strange without him here. Having no one to wake up to in the morning or help Liam with his sports is kind of tough. Not to mention I can’t stop thinking about him. If I c
Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night. It's really hard to talk about what happened to my husband, but it is a crucial part of my story and how I became who I am. It was late at night and Liam was spending it at a friend’s house for a slumber party with the soccer team. The storm had just set in and the cold made us turn on the pellet stove. I didn't
I've contemplated ending my own life several times, but the fact that the vampire didn't get Liam; my constant urge to protect my son has kept me from doing so for now. If he dies, I will die. It’s just that simple; I don’t see the point in living if I have nothing to live for. After all of the funeral arrangements and all was said and done, I tore down the house and rebuilt a similar looking one in place of the old. Through all of my guilt I can't help but know that Julian had invited him in at some point without my knowledge; and I can only hope he caught a glimpse of him before his demise. If I can get together what I need for a séance I can talk to him one last time and find out what exactly happened that night that I couldn’t see myself, that I couldn’t prevent. Now that I got that out of my system there are a few things you should know about me personally. I've knowingly been a witch since I was twelve. Starting out is a grueling process because all witches are weak at first. T
I’m not sure on the complete context of vampires, I haven’t been one long enough to find out how the rest of them live their lives. All I can say is that things are pretty quiet in my neck of the woods, no pun intended. I honestly haven’t met another vampire here, nor have I run into the one who’s changed me. I’m guessing I’ll meet whoever this mystery vampire is, but I have a feeling it’s not anytime soon. Before I changed, there were very seldom attacks on my family. We live in such a remote place that anything supernatural is just so few and far between. That’s why I like it here, the less commotion, and the better. I guess one could say I was a witch in hiding. When a supernatural being stumbled upon me, they were given an ultimatum, leave town or be exterminated. Some were rather difficult and chose the more destructive paths, while others just let me be. It really depended on whether or not the creature felt they could take me in battle. The ones who stayed to fight usually lost