Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

Now she is by the window, crying her eyes out into a handkerchief as she looks away now and then from her brother who is lying on the bed. Philip is lying dead still on the bed and he looks so white with lifelessness. His eyes are shut and the skin of his lips has gone from pink to gray. Except for the periodic beeping that comes from the machine around him, there is no sign of life in Philip. Malik can't help but look away. Philip is not his relative, but he feels so much pity for him right now. He knew Philip a bit when they still lived in the same state. Philip was a few years older, but he didn't go to school.

The Laboratory, Gregory Lab Tech as it was often called, was his. As soon as he got his doctor of philosophy degree, he started his laboratory from scratch with a small building until it evolved into the large facility he was using now. Doctor Greg was a famous doctor in Mawood. Since the event of the disappearance and killings that had been happening recently, he had taken the time off to investigate all and had as well come to the conclusion that the bite he had seen on the neck of each person wasn't from just an animal. It was more from a being which was supposed to be extinct.

** **The grave belongs to a woman named Sophia Calloway. **Date of death: three years ago.** **Next of kin listed: Martha Calloway.**

The evening began to stretch and soon enough it was 7:00pm. The house , usually silent and cavernous, felt warmer when Mrs. Graves finally arrived. She looked as elegant as ever, her presence a whirlwind of maternal affection and expensive perfume. “My favorite two people!” She exclaimed, pulling Zion and I into a tight, shared hug. She squeezed us so hard I could feel the thrum of Zion’s heart against my shoulder. “Congratulations on the Harvard admission, darlings. I couldn’t be prouder of the two of you.”