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Chapter Three - A Plan for murder

My racing heart just descended at the base of my abdomen. “WHAT, you want to kill me” I mutter under my breath in a quavering voice. Then with both of her hand as she extended them forward on top of the hood of my car, as I saw, she began to claw furiously and dig deep with her lengthy red ruby nails, still had remains of grotty dirt. She immediately pounded on to the black, steel, metal and began to CLAW, and as she pulled all the way down across it. A cold piercing itch, causing my ears to shrill and shake but as I covered them both quickly. ‘Ouch’ Jared grumbled. As, I looked straight back up, but peeked my head half-way under the wheel, exposing my forehead, but my eyes still wide in terror, but. After a few minutes the scratching stopped and as Heather raised herself her long arms sliding off the hood, I took a brief gaze to my front hood there where long, silver, marks scrap I then looked back up. Her bloodied face dripped straight onto the pumpkin head and as it glistened under the moonlight, that returning grin had slowly come back. I slumped backward in terror my arms falling back on my lap and all of the sudden – Heather moved off to her sides, then her fingers wrapped themselves over the moulder, bright orange surface and raised the jack-o'-lantern past her head, then above her now, the light burned in the pitch darkness and glow dimly scorning at Heather. The crimson stains that draw a veil over her it became darker and darker but, her eyes were radio-luminescent in ruby red and that look she gave him still, it was dark and furious. I can feel both of my eyebrows pulled together and the upper lids were raised, all the terror resurfaced I also feel the rounds of his mouth pulling back revealing my teeth shivering. Heather’s drawn-out pale arms started to quiver and when I’d notice this, I thought the skin would be very light under her fingernails but, the orange shallow skin was still solid and the look on Heather face also showed a lot of breathless was sucked right from her. After about a few seconds- she threw her shaky arms down and then, the jack o’ lantern fell, I rolled my eyes just as the lantern did and didn’t watch Heather anymore, but I still saw the blood slipping from the head, I began to watch looking at it, at it, then all the sudden I felt it a massive blow hit the front of my stomach. As an angry and powerful gust wafted, breezing down the black hood, then come a crumpling. He gripped on tightly around the wheel, watching the pumpkin intently, then and a silent crack erupted. Jared heled his breath as they came flying not to Jared but, away off from him. In the air the pulp of seeds takes off into the deep darkness however, the head was still round and plumped so, as he sat there already terrified where did the stringy stuff disappear too, Jared thought briefly and hadn’t he wished, he could take that back.

Then all the sudden, the pumpkin skull began to wiggle, like something is desperately trying to escape from inside it, at that moment, BOOM! and thinking it was going to be more seeds although, he was going to be dead wrong! when I saw it- Thinly furred pairs of ears and just slowly rising two small black twilight eyes, a round pink nose with brown hairs with silver whiskers at the sides. Jared realized that it a rat, and Jared was not a fan of rates. Jared had a fear, a deep uncomfortable terror since childhood, at the age of eleven he wrapped like cotton in bed, with his fingers loosen under the warm sheets with his eyes closed engulfed into pitch darkness, as I’d rested my head on the soft plumped pillow, at that moment a cold breeze through the bedroom window, at that moment, a cold gust across over my face, then that icy chill vanished I’d thought nothing of up it until that instant, I moved both of legs towards the end of the bed, and my foot began to scoop up to the front of my foot, when an light burning sensation   and as he rubbed and finally. I’d relax and sink back into my cosy sheets. Every night Jared feels his long, slender hind leg move and stop abruptly. I felt something extremely soft brush past my foot and, I simply thought in that moment it was one of my small Five nights at Freddy’s plushies, it must have fallen off the edge of my bed and just quickly Jared went back to sleep. The next morning, as the sunlight streamed slightly through my closed curtains and Jared wake up suddenly, not because of the dim rays, hitting gently on his eyes and after a minute and Jared wide open raise to a brand-new day of the early vigorous autumn morning, and at every day breaks it did take Jared a while to arise off his restful natural sleep. Which always made his mum very annoyed, especially when school is the next day but, it was summer break and Jared was so excited to go and grab his long misty grey faded skateboard, meet up with his good friends who he had not seen this week as they’ve been sick with the really bad flue, but what Jared thought about at this very moment his hard, of the rounded wheels of his sombre board sliding speedily with a few flashes of sparking, glimmering sparks, when metal meets thick steel which cause smooth and small flares to jump and the heavy squeaking as the approach and jump back down on the path. Just then, his thoughts are swiftly cut short when his feels both of his arms start waking up, as Jared gave a gently wiggle and rolled back and forth sightly Jared relaxes and I’d found myself staring right up to the ceiling, gazing into now nothingness, as I sit comfortable in bed. Jared takes in the light of the low rays of the sun it was so warm and refreshing as it cooled against my skin. I rolled my head around and facing away from the ceiling now, until I turned my head forward once again when suddenly, I felt both of my feet feel very, very, oddly heavy and very soft, too. My entire body completely frozen up. I gripped onto my covers tightly and Jared hold hard on his breath, but just a moment it could just be, nothing, maybe it was just the plushie and it must have come back on his bed, but then. Entering through my nose, it was that same smell that made my heart go cold. An unpleasant and damp odour, as if it came under the deep, dark, inky depths of an underground conduit and now. He wants to play or hide in the corner of your room and waiting patiently for a tasty, delicious bite.

Thinking for the worst, Jared stayed still like a hard, hardly even moving in his bedsheets. Until a little bit of his confidence had shocked him up, he then began to move the covers just slightly, past the long darkness he can see his bright blue pyjama bottoms but, as Jared squinted his eyes and a sudden sprinkle of sprouting, small hazel hairs jolted as a cold breeze past him in the sheets and there it was. Just draped in darkness I can see the top part of my feet, the rest swathed under more blackness, just as I’m about to pull the covers back I’m feel something, sticky, my whole chest cramps getting tighter as my heart started to pound, pound, pound.

He winced in a painful horror and my hands trembled. I throbbed my head slap lightly at the back of my cushion but reached forwards gaping in fear and consuming himself as if his fear was eating like he was early breakfast swallowing, chewing at Jared inside and out. For a moment, Jared needed to calm down, he took a slow, long deep breath and as I pushed myself, carefully. Legs went heavy they wanted to swell and melt into the match tress but, remained perfectly still, but uncomfortable feeling of that veil of long, shadows made a furious hammering increasing against my quacking rib cage.” Jared…relax,” in a low and calm echo voice so, I did, the rocking wobbling ceased at last. Then I began slowly, slowly started to pull my whole leg and as it smoothly slithered past the thick contour sheet and lifted my left foot up carefully and my eyes burst wide and my whole body went cold, when…I set…my eyes completely on, it.

There was

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

Fresh, RED-FACED and it was icy, cold.

All over Jared’s foot all the way to his ankle. “What, how did this get here?” I’d trembled once again, the panic rocked in like a large gust black shadow just rolled around. At that moment, Jared bit down on his lips, and it formed into a thin line and as Jared scanned around the room, the only thing that was present was, blackness. No light, not even his huge, deep navy lamp across on his desk couldn’t even shine or, glow inside the room. I lowered my head, terror started to overflow him, although I could not let this fear clouded me, and I would not let it hurt me, and as I’d unwrapped his small mouth and just rested back in Jared’s face. Finally! Jared pulled his left leg, it smoothly brushed over the soft sheet and through the cover of dark-ness my whole leg come up and all the sudden I’d halted abruptly when a swift of a strong and powerful fences odour hit into my nose. The gases and compounds produced this disgusting scent, that was so sickening, Jared wanted to throw up when I lifted my hand and covered his nose. However, the smell become so much worse and at that moment I’d just wanted to push my leg straight back down into the dova cover and try to go back to sleep. Though, I couldn’t, I mean got this far already and if Jared makes any slight movement right now, he’ll be dead. But what was inside the whole of endless darkness? Nothing at all, what can be in there, that pool it’s probably just smooth like putting your hand all the way through as if a gentle statin silk of a stunning evening dress, even silent and cold, Jared immediately thought without hesitation. He raised himself forward on the bed and lifted both of his hands and stared bravely to the dova sheet, but, as Jared valiantly and calmy looked on staring into the pool of shrouded darkness. Jared wrapped his fingers and then, peeled off it, not completely off all the way, when…his shaky body just froze. The obscurity began to illuminate, glinting to Jared and as it smoothly mists of a small white light just, brightly in the blackened room and a growing goose pimple formed on his arm when, he saw once more, BLOOD. Then he looked at the end of the bed, but not just to it, Jared glanced to his feet and all the sudden Jared’s eye spread so wide, he thought he was going to burst and splatter on his clean bed sheets. Though, as alarmed, he was at that very moment, the white light just hovered over his feet and a powerful scene of dread came over him when he spotted instantly the big, cutting and drawing only little spills of vital fluid dripped, dripped, dripped onto his clean white sheet. Now, its tiny blood pool and I then felt the pit of my intestinal snack deep so low, as if it had buried itself six feet deep under a clock of darkness, Jared began to moan and groan under his shaky wobbly blow and inhaling unsteadily. This lasted for a few minutes, until it winds down and mellowed out. As I sat there quietly to stop to take a breath and the silence endured, when I had at that moment, a very powerful burning reflex of wanting to just push myself back and jumped right out of off my bed and sprint fast to mum and dads’ room but, then a sharp thrusting wave, a tingling ache crushed pounding between his toes. When it ripped almost tearing blew into my skin. Instead, I’d had a strong and strangely urge to creep forward to just see. In between Jared’s four, human pale, toes escaping from the nails and around the pinkish skin – It drew blood, it poured, poured, poured I was completely mouthful causing my throat to choke up, as if all the air swept away knowing me right out of breath but, I felt the inside of his chest build and build, and suddenly.

When an approaching clatter which caused Jared’s head to snap shakily. Facing ahead and swathed in a hazy darkness but, the shadowy claret-red complexion shade brought my dark hazel stare straight now, past into the dark rosy, red wallpaper. That awful clatter halted abruptly, I thought nothing of it when that odd sound jolted right into my skin and at that point I was, just about to turn back around up to. A rough, harsh echo past the wall and that was when Jared heard it that sound, once again, SSCCRR, SSSCCCRRR, SSSSCCCCRRRR, SSSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRRR, SSSSSCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, SSSSSSSSSRRRRRRR and more…SSSSCCCCCCCRRRRAAAPPPEEEEE.SSSSSSSSSRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.     It come turning both of my ears bright reddish and setting off a fire burning, then came with a painful score, I’d quickly covered them still with the fear. That dreadful rough rasping grinding was gliding like flying right at the top of high murky crimson wall. Jared shifted in the blood thick pool staining bed, swivelling around to the noise and as I sat shaking like leaf, peeking my ears I didn’t feel very confident to go any closer to the edge of the bed, but Jared was just a half-way off and, right in the centre, the middle focus to the horrific echo gushing in the dark room but, the soft warming light didn’t beamed and bathed not even a enough, not even a barely enough to block it, just covering my ears alone can’t stop this rasping almost like an poor animal got stuck inside the walls, and that was when, I began to quiver.SSSSSCCCCRRRRAAAAAPPPEE,SSSSSCCCCCCRRRAPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEE.

Jared shuddered his bones inside the flesh of the body rocked and rocked. It must be a small or massive creature trapped and tangled suffocating on the thousands of electric wires with, the dark cave like shrouding in deep sinking darkness it is trying so desperily to at least have a gasp for breath but, it couldn’t it reminded me of that moment as I was playing my much-loved and adored horror game, five nights at Freddy’s and Jared sees Bonnie, a purple long eared rabbit with a bright crimson guitar in his hand. It was like a flash, remembering perfectly. Bonnie standing the dark corner of the security guards’ camera just, just, standing still there emotionless almost, dead! Lifeless body but after Bonnie was a robot however, there was something very odd and strange about it when I caught so suddenly. Bonnie is breathing! almost humanly like an actual person inside the big, heavy purple suit, and it sounded very childlike too, slow denes breaths and shallow as well. At this point, Jared felt exactly like that all over again, reliving that poor security guard’s nightmare being trapped alone in dim darkness office and for me, in my thick murky and obscure room we were afraid and very much isolated from any help. Holding my shaky breath unsteadily, the Hyperventilation raises up even, so faster, I really did think I was going to passed out of cold, dead, and the fear then I’d abruptly felt, was Bonnie in the sides of my room.

Just when I’m about to fall collapsing onto my soft comforting pillows. The sharp nail growly crawling halted, and then a welcoming silence comes in the room. Jared settled down on his bed like he can control himself once more, and feeling relieved that Jared can cool down, placing his hand over his panting chest pressed over his shirt gently and, I become chilled. Jared waited for a few minutes, and at that point he began to go down, bending halfway down off the bed and grabbed the dova sheet that edged off the bed and as he grabbed the ends of it and prepare to pull it up. When he broke his gaze off his sheet into the corner of the room, I had no clue why I did that, a swift of an aroma hit my face. An unpleasant and nasty scent there is nothing so sweet like a tasty fruit and the smell pleasant of flowers like red roses but, it isn’t anything like those about it, but rather the scent of meat. Not fresh delicious, good fruit juice scarlet red meat you, get from your local butcher’s market, but rather an extremely strong odour of rotting cabbage. I then started to cough widely, like an intense salt or powder just began to spread around and then came a single, loud. SCRAPE.

Jared very, very slowly lifted his head and ahead into the wide and intense blackness, I could not stop staring so intently, as if something had a strong grip behind me but. When Jared jerked suddenly then stopped, through the dead of darkness then a cool and refreshing silence breezed into the room, still something felt wrong- Terrible and totally wrong there is a rimy iced chill like. An itchy frost bite pierce into my slender skin but as Jared squinted nervously past the thick night shadows when he stopped dead quiet, but then a sharp claw created a scar down his spine. It appeared so unexpectedly emerging under the heavy thick drape of total darkness and I did not turn as my entire body began shaking like an already shuddering leaf, stuck in a cold dead winter buried in the white snow.

I SAW IT – I SAW IT – I SAW IT

It came not like an ordinary flashlight or a beacon in a lighthouse. Instead surfaced, leaking through the Cimmerian shade a pair of little red eyes. They didn’t even look human rather an animal, they’d just kept. Eyeballing straight at me did it know I was gaping at it without it knowing I was there, ‘What are those glowing eyes, ogling and leering there.’ I thought in a whisper quietly. At that moment he wished Jared did not ask himself that, then he heard it all over again, SSCCCRRRAAATTTCCCHHH. His heart was palpitating wildly, then my entire body just froze stuck in a cold chilling dead position at the end of his bed. Looking right back at it with its red beedi eyes, then a different feeling of fear had kicked in the throat. With that, then came a tip-tack, tack, tack approaching and then emerging from the darkness was a small round creature, with grimy dark brown hairs all over and it had two dirty yellow barely teeth sticking out of it. Tip- tip-tip, tack, tack, tack a sound of what small, sharp animal claws, I think realized, it was a big, rat. As he observed the giant creature anxiously, Jared felt both of my eyes shaking like a tiny leaf a little and then suddenly it stood up right. Jared pulled back onto against the bed and as the big dova cover falls almost like a cloud floating clear in the sky then drops on to the glossy walnut floor. When my back hit on the warm metres with my legs spread wide, but as he raised himself up still expecting to see the large furry rat to be propped up and when Jared did look back, it was gone. I took a large gulp, he swallowed hard as Jared laid on the bed and stared into the dark hollowness of blackness. Now looking back at that moment, still that fear had returned to me.

With the headlights of my car completely off. Trapped and caught in total blackness and swathed in long shadows, I still can see the giant, decaying pumpkin head placed on the hood, but the top part is torn apart. The large dark orange chunks, come down on to the black steel metal as Jared fixed his gaze to it and submerging under the endless tangy orange swings was my biggest fear of my childhood that has haunted him all his life and when he saw it, Jared saw it, coming up and finally as it did Jared’s heart sank.

IT WAS THE RAT.

It had the same grungy fleece fur and long porty animal claws. The only one thing that had not change was ITS EYES, completely interchangeable two beedi glowing crimson red senses. The engine was still riving making the hood shaky little and the pumpkin bounced not off the steel ground but wobbling like jelly.’ I need to get out of here’ my head screamed through my head, and I knew right at that moment that I had to figure out on how to get out of this? However here it was a giant ugly rat sitting and facing right at me. Before he could move back into position and ready to leave until, the rat crept out from under the scraps and pulled itself up with two of its furry little arms then all the sudden it, it, JUMPED and quickly the big rat began to SPRINT towards me. He then screamed in terror and covered his face with his hands still screaming at the top of my voice, and as the rat approached to the large wide window with his mighty strong sharp nails and dug into the solid glass SCRRRRAPPPP, SCCCRRRPP like peeling off dead dry skin, it just peeled, peeled, peeled, and contained to go all the way along it and desperily scrape inside. Still thought, it caused Jared to shriek louder, then louder, and louder, ‘NOOOOOO, please get away, get away’ he cried. Even though, its long body, as his eyes widen in pure horror, and then Jared had a good look at the rat and noticed that this was no normal small, large rat but, rather, a fourteen to eighteen inches long. Jared astonished on how lengthy the filthy creature was and still laid over the window and clawing against the glass. Jared put his head down to avoid the breaking and cracking of his nails he peered and looked straight at the wheel, and he saw at that moment, the black switch that controlled the window wipers. When he lowered his hands and stopped screaming and glanced at it. Jared immediately touched it with his figure then, looked back up to the front window and instantly at once the window wipers came and suddenly struck at the black rat. ONE, TWO, THREE began to hit it, repeatedly over then over like a giant silver axe whacking the rat and then came a finally blowing whack. At that moment the rat then flew back into darkness like it swallowed itself into the inky black obese of the woods. Jared let go of the switch and then released his quivering arm and letting it fall on his leg once more. At last Jared let out a breath then slowly relaxed back in the black leather seat as it curled and tucked him in, which caused me at that moment my eyes began to close together and then I collapsed straight in a cloak of darkness of the vast night.

I was knocked out for about five minutes before as I can feel my eyes. Are about to jar open, there was nothing but, silence, Jared manged to calm himself down which is a great relief! Finally, Heather in her silky-glossy stain white dress and the doglike rat disappeared, hopefully returned to the dark depths of the forest, he hoped desperily. Jared took one more gulp and raised his hands back on the wheel and started the engine when he is about to go, he glanced up to gazed into his rereview mirror. At that instant Jared stared and, his body drained like all the natural colours had completely melted as if clown makeup had faded him. Through the mirror and looking back right at Jared, a pair of glowing white circles loomed in the dark, those eyes, those flaming eyes, are of Heather. She stood calmy still as if frozen not even moving or flinching behind Jared car. A silvery grey snap of thunder, then a bright flash white had just exploded in front of Jared and over Heather relieved a horrifying sight, she smiled at him. Though it was a crooked grin, a sinister grin and wrapped in her arms was the rat, she cradled the large creature as if like a sweet little baby. Jared quickly pulled away and stamped hard on the gas and the car started to roll back on the road and did not hesitate to look back as he got further away the thought of Heather had at least disappeared for good, this time, but however will this be the final encounter, Jared hopes so.

It took him a few more minutes to find Eleanora’s neighbourhood. I felt so good when the red mist at long last, had grew apart and withdraw back in the shroud of darkness. When in my relief, in between the homes I turned and could see the pocket-sized, white sailing ships and floating so very lightly above the water. Even the navy sky, still empty expect for the silver luminous, but Jared turned his focus back on the silent road now, what was much better at very point, no more cars! Also, no Heather too and it felt so completely excellent, just to away from her at last. Although there is a coldness hitting through in me, biting, and sharply clawing on my flesh. Was Heather somehow watching him she is properly using her vampire- psychic powers, is she plotting her next move of horrific action, action of revenge? At that moment my legs go heavy like a large stone is crushing both. “Jared! Look! Heather isn’t alive anymore, I mean an evil vampire but dead, dead, dead, I was the one who put that wooden dagger through her heart, she is nothing but a spirit, ghosts they can’t they hurt living.” I tried to repeat the last few lines over, over, over, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,”, “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts they can’t hurt the living,” “Ghosts can hurt the living.”

Peeling almost yanking back and trembling curling around on my smooth face. Almost spitting in dark tiny drops of scarlet, I could feel them going to forward, my dark little orbs shudder in terror. Why did my brain say that, but at that moment I tried to shake, shake, shake it right out from in me still I have to return my attention back on the road, I don’t want to lose the dark murky street, but Jared quickly wiped with his now, comfortable hand and there was no blood little trickled down himself looking more at ease and reposes himself in his deep leathery pad chair. As his black glossy convertible was at a smoothly but, fast and dilatory speed reassuring to go past every bend, over corners, halted at all stop lights and then another sharper corner bend until, Jared immediately got the end of a street and I saw a white magnificent 1909 house it was big but beautiful. Wrapped all the way around the home and cocooned in between forest green brushes, which had been cakes in bright glowing orange Halloween lights, as they flared in colour with the two tall elm tresses hanging off the old wooden branches of pale ghosts with black circle eyes, and razor fangs and on the fresh emerald’s grounds of the home. When he pulled up at the side, he stopped his car and spun round, and Jared was completely AMAZED. This large home is nothing like any other in Mystic town, well not that I’ve seen, since I do not come down to this part of Mystic before this cold night and from what I’ve seen tonight, must be the best of Halloween.

As I parked outside the home, turned off the engine and pulled the keys. I stared through my far-left side of the car, and he was astonished, eagled-eyed with seeing such a massive stunning presidential-palace, Eleanora must be living like a crimson princess in a very dream-like castle resident, dream do come true. As I got right out of my car and ambled my way around when a soft crunching of tiny lush’s dark green lawn touches smoothly at his black shoes. Jared reached the path that led up to the house, with no iron gate, it was wide open and as he walked straight through, he then looked around but then, Jared halted abruptly like a strange force fell over his shoulders. He glanced and in the front yard of the old house was, three pumpkins all florid in a rich yellow and dark orange flaring. Jared did stop and gazed at them, after a moment he released his stare and walked up the hard stone steps.

Jared reached the wide wooden porch had been adorned in other spooky Halloween decorations and there it was. A large, slightly bigger than me, it was black but bloody. Dripping in big pool of dark red oozing off, there were handprint across the door, and a message, in three words. No one leaves!  For a moment, Jared suddenly froze as he stared at the big door and an explosion erupted in both of my hands through his fingers wobble shakily. “Oh no, I’m getting neveres, Jared relax bud,” Jared calmy said to himself and in that second the waves began to cool down, he then took a deep breath. For a short second without realizing, his left arm raised up and touched lightly on the doorbell. It rang loudly, but not blaring to cause my poor ears to bleed out, and after a final bell-ring and I waited patiently to see if anyone would come.

For over 15 minutes and they’re in a calm silence in the cold air. I stood behind the door until, Jared saw the gold-door-noble turn, turning, turning with a creak! Then the door opens to a jar with a honey-yellow light blaring in the darkness. He watched when the door began fully open and he saw a tall, cream pale face woman, looking like a Viking beauty with her wildly curly red hair, smoking grey eyes and plumed ruby lips she resembled the famous Queen Boudica but, in a slim fitting, tight black dress and black pointy shoes and a black hat. At the door, she stepped out on the porch and smiled at me, “Hello, welcome to the Thorntons residents, I am Mrs. Thornton, I’m Eleanora’s mother and you must her date for tonight, would you like to come on in,” she asked gesturing her hand to let me come inside, “Yes, please Mrs. Thornton,” I said, “Oh please, do call me Inna, everyone around here does, so sorry I forgot to mention that before” Inna added and as we both went in the hallway and I was entirely stunned. Just behind the dark honey wooden solid glass windows painted in pigment beige along the covered wall, a big old golden framed portrait properly around from the 18th century of a gilded bowl of fruit, a red ruby apple, banana, and black grapes with a murky midnight blue, below the painting a delightful antique French chest of drawers and placed and encrust soft white cotton Spider Web on top was a glass vase of beautiful dark crimson roses with two books sitting beside them also an antique lamp, with a black spider lace shade draped all wrapped and covered in webs within over 40 plastic spiders crawl and sink into the nets.

In the middle of the huge hallway a round mahogany table. It had a cloth of heart roses and delicate in white lace detailing. On the glossy reddish table was another set of burgundy deep roses this time, 50 of them also displayed three Light-Up Name & Initial Pumpkin with charismatic vampire statue from his faux woodgrain and bat-emblazoned coffin. Streaming on the ceiling of black plastic bats sixteen of them. Jared turned his head to the left, across the other side where three Halloween tall grim reapers hanging on swing Jared walked to them and stood still next to them. Inna flowed right by him her dark gushed along the floor, she finally turned to face me and as we both stared to each other. “You’ve got such a beautiful house, Inna” he said, “Oh, thank you, me and my husband try to make it spooky as we did last year.” She smiled cheerfully and I returned that grin “Would you like pumpkin spice drink, or some warm lady fingers, I did some this morning, don’t worry they’re not real, I promise whilst you wait,” she laughed warmly “Oh no, thank you I’ve booked a really nice restaurant down-town,” I replied with a grin on my face. “Me and my husband went they’re once when he had a day off work though, it just me and him, that restaurant has such got a splendid waterfront, especially that amazing wood grill is a wonderful for a restaurant, too” “Oh where is Eleanora, you know teenage girls, I try to keep up with they’re brand-new fashion trends and the next least make-up but, again, you know.” She added and walked across the staircase.

“ELEANORA, ELEANORA, ELEANORA” Mrs, Thor-sorry, Inna yellowed at the top of the stairs. She turned not to face me again but, waited down the steps and when Eleanora did not yell back, then suddenly silence, just began to fill the hall and Inna after a few minutes disappeared into another room.

It was just me, me, and the foyer, alone.

OH NO, has something come up?

I hope Eleanora isn’t sick.

I hope something hasn’t happened.

No, I can’t, Jared not again, you’re worrying for no reason at all. I am sure that she’s fine.

Tick-tock…Tick-tock…Tick-tock…I don’t know how long I’ve foot here now but as the grand-father clock chimes. Before Jared moved slightly to the side, an smooth creaking of the front door opened fully, with a cold, dark, chilly damp wind blasted in, Jared turned quickly, I’d watched the air was in fact, icy, wrapping myself suddenly and I saw in the pitch darkness a mucky figure moved swiftly, towards the big dark door, and for a moment I’d just watched and in that moment it was, a man, he almost collapsed through the foyer with a shaky umbrella which wasn’t opened. In a Bonded trench coat, a light tan colour, wearing dark slim trousers, with shiny pointy laced up toe shoes. He entered the door finally, closing the door behind him and spun round and suddenly froze like a statue his face and eyes calm and so very still. He looked around thirty or forty years old with a perfectly tripped red-faced breaded, had to admit I was jealous but, that is after all Eleanora’s dad, he also had very handsome hazel eyes, with a lot of hair too.

Inna Thornton

I caught it in my ear like approaching footsteps but. It was the front door, as I turned my back to the kitchen sink and walked back into the foyer and saw, my charming husband was already back, and I was really thrilled to see him, I’d always missed him when he would go to work. “Edwood, your home” I gleamed brightly at him, “Hey honey, I’m home” he replied sweetly with a beam. She strolled quickly to loving, loyal, and tendering husband wrapped him with a warm embrace, he gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and we both released ourselves and stood then turned again to see Jared looking a little worried, about Eleanora. I was very concerned, what was she doing up there. “Oh, sorry dear, this is Eleanora date, Jared Donavan” I informed my husband, “Oh, sorry dear, I feel so rude for not introducing myself, I am Edwood Thornton, her father.” He said to Jared, finally I see him loosen himself. “I saw your stunning car outside, I like your taste in cars, I used too, back when I was young teenager in high school, but I’d had to sell it, sadly” he added, “O-oh thank you, my grandfather helped me to rebuild it in the summer term.” He says, stammered a little, “Would you like my wife’s refreshments, at all?” My husband asked him, “Oh no, I’ll be alright I was planning on taking Eleanora to a restaurant in town.” He explained once again, “Well, I would like some dear if there is one for, me” Edwood asked me, “Not yet honey, we’re going out remember!” I told him, “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he replied. There is an event occurring it’s the annual Halloween witch paddle and coat drive, on the mystic river, we’ll be with our bright, colourful, stiff oars and have an enjoyable time. “Mr and Mrs. Thornton, I’d just like to mention also, I won’t be late taking your home, I’ll make sure to bring her on time.” He wanted to tell me and my husband that he’ll bring our lovely daughter home, which make us feel comfortable, relaxed without any worries and reassured. “Well, thank you, for letting us know that, also again, so sorry for my daughters’ absences” I’d apologies him for a final time I still have no idea what is keeping her for so long just, as I was about to back to the stairs draped in pitch darkness, thick darkness when. “So sorry that I’m late” Eleanora calls down the steps and emerging out of the bushy shadows of dimness was Eleanora and strolled whilst she wrapped her painted black nails and figures around the banister smoothly. As she finally walked past the final steps, and came towards us I thought in that moment, I could have let out a single tear, but I’d pushed them quickly, since my black mascara had just been applied on and didn’t want to ruin them but, seeing my little girl all grown up I know, she is only sixteen. As a mother, my daughter was becoming a teenager, and has got a big future ahead of herself.

Wearing a black lace crop top with long sleeves, a skirt, fishnet tights and a pair of creepers. She’d kept up with her dark horror literature, rock and roll heavy music, gloomy romance novels, and we were still proud of her because she choice what she loved and we’d never told her, not even once that she couldn’t wear a slipknot or a disturbed t-shirt or even high laced creepers. Inna and Edwood have raised for years since they were married and elevated up their beautiful three children to be themselves, always, and not to worry what anyone said them. Standing out the crowd is being unique and allowing yourself to be creative even original and not being like everyone else, it is completely boring otherwise. “I’m so sorry that I’m late, I had to get some stuff ready for school.” She said and gave me and her father a quick hug, and she spun around her urban curls and falls softly like red rose’s petals. “Hi Jared, you look so handsome tonight” she gleamed, so happy to see him, as my daughter walks over to him and when they get closer to each other and stare into each other’s eyes and smiled almost laughing. That remind me of the moment when John, took me on our first ever date together, I thought it was so romantic. “Okay mum, dad, me and Jared will be going out now” Eleanora said finally and whirled round to Inna and John, “Alright sweetheart, you two have a lot of fun now and don’t get lose in the dark” I joked, “Oh dear, they’re fun, it is Halloween after all.” John kidded back, “Mum, dad, don’t you worry about me, Jared is here and at my side, I’m safe already, no one will hurt me” Eleanora said with a reassuring look on her face. If only, Eleanora wished at that moment, she didn’t say that. Finally, my sweet Daughter and her charming date waved goodbye to us, and already shut the door, and then silence between me and John as he put down his brief case and took off his coat and hanged it up.

“When should we tell her,” John broke the quiet silence.

“No yet, this isn’t the right time John, please let her have this night to just go, on one date, and Jared seems like a great guy for her.” She said to John, not looking to fight right now, we need to go out but, he didn’t want to drop the subject.

“I-know dear, but what will happen if she does find out, you know that she is out there,” John nearly snapped.

“Don’t snap at me, John, we’ll tell her when the time is right, but not now,” I yelled madly at him.

“Alright, Alright, Al-righ-t, but if we don’t I feel, death, is coming!”

Lorrie and Harmony

A girl’s night for trick or treating

At long last! The atmosphere began to transpose when the gorgeous blue colour of the early morning and late autumn evening day slowly fade like as if going to sleep behind the soft cotton white clouds and then. The sky had turned to a dark onyx black even the air is colder around Lorrie and Harmony on this cool, grey dimly misty night walking happily on the hard, black pavement. The gently scarping and clopping of clunking high heels, Lorrie Montgomery a Mystic high school student, always bright, never late and never too early to attended, she is a brilliant computer whizz as Lorrie has spent around twenty-fours a day on polished white Dell laptop typing and typing and when she wasn’t busy, she’s spend funny YouTube videos nothing ever got boring for her, but she knew her way around the internet, very well but, but, but made sure to stay off the dark web, though that has happened which is liberation as Lorrie did not want to step in a deep dark rabbit hole, however, she is amazing computer tech and excellent at ICT, since her mum and dad are both supercomputer engineers at the school. Lorrie is average height, with beautiful olive skin and chestnut brown eyes that are perfect shade of an autumn bloom and her long glossy chocolate nut hair, walking beside Lorrie was another Mystic high, Harmony Barnet, her cousin, with long lushes’ dark locks that curled at the ends and sweep around her pale cheeks. As they walked and walked casually when a cool, blow, breezed through Lorrie’s and Harmony’s elongated hair, but pulling it quickly back gently and wrapping it around their ears but, as it hit them on the faces. They both winced, trying to prevent they’re long thick black lashes to peck and cut sharply out in they’re eyeballs.

Lorrie and Harmony amble their way through the thick darkness. When they reached the end of the tall, red brick wall they instantly approaching of a roaring of loud giggle and then came running hurriedly like a flash of speeding light. A group of tall, teens all wearing black skeleton onesies, me and Harmony stopped immediately at the edge of the red wall, as we patiently waited, “Hey, nice costumes” one called out to us, and continued to speed up with the others. We did not reply, and then we stared down to glanced at them, wearing a stunningly pale white stain wedding dress but, it was short length, just above the knee with black sexy fishnet tight and pointy stiletto heels and with a leather jacket but, my favourite part of my costume was the white veil, I felt like as if I were about to get married suddenly however, the worst part the honey blonde wig. Every five to ten minutes I’d claw my red painted fingernails into the sunny-blonde roots of the mopped of long-fake hair. At least I’m not a real plastic doll, but I really love the movie though, the bride of Chucky, Tiffany Valentine a murdering dolly with a bad attitude, short in stacher but can sneak and creep under your bed and with her long knife then slice and slice your exposed neck and the blood, spilling, drooling through your skin. I know it sounds scary, right. Harmony, though, went for this Halloween something that suits her very well an angel costume. With white feathered angel wings and a halo over her head, a blushed jumpsuit and pink high-top converse. “I hope to get to Tony’s and Manson’s house soon” Harmony said a little worried, “Don’t worry Harmony I’m, sure our boyfriends will be waiting for us to get there, I mean the movie hasn’t even started yet. “I reassured her with an encouraging smile. Tonight, our handsome boyfriend was going to give us a real fright or rather trick or treat to the movies and there was going to be a new horror movie, Flesh, it was a modern dating story about a woman who is battling to survive her usual boyfriend’s appetites I don’t know how I’ll be able to eat my dinner. Even the tittle alone would put you off food, but as soon as they wild echoes of laughter disappeared and was wiped out to the pitch darkness then, we pressed on, “Did you see Eleanor’s new Instagram post?” Harmony said, “Oh yeah, I so love that black dress she is wearing too,” for a moment I got broken off when a “Why on earth would, you and Harmony ever been friends with that low-life.”

I was got paused mid-sentence and when a voice. It was cold, harsh and angry. We both spun around and saw under a cloak of total darkness like it was swarming us, “You know, I’ll never understand you two, sometimes I’d wished she didn’t even exist” the voice said again this time not in a whisper, but it was clear enough for them to hear. Then in that moment, she emerged out of the blackness, a tall pale skinny girl, her arms crossed and strode towards Lorrie and Harmony, she dawned a bright skin-tight mesh ruby bodycon cami dress, with a pair of crimson heels and on her head, a matching colour headband with sharp, pointy, blood devil horns. “You two, are both pathetic, aren’t you” that tone of voice was of, Roxanne Edwood. Her flawless pale complexion with perfectly shaped cheek bones and beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes, primed eyebrows with her layers of deep black mascara to make them full and full. You’re probably wondering, Roxanne the high fashionable high school vogue model? The glamours Regina George of Mystic Connecticut? Well, no. Roxanne was never the popular girl in the whole school in fact, she had to climb up to the high Alpha tower of Paris, to reach her goal to be normal! Well, yes, yes, and she did. At the gentle end of the school term, for the everlasting blasting sticky heat wave of the summer, Roxanne suddenly changed, at lot. She began tanning at the beach, shopping at high-class fashion malls and her snow-white black hair was a shade darker, and it was even more lushes like milky coconut just smoothed all over, were we jealous, not of course. Not that that is all she’s ever talked about, as if like an obsession, a powerful obsession of being trendy, staying glamours in, her designer classy Gucci trainers and extra luxurious Louis Vuitton handbag that was Roxanne, the p-o-p-u-l-a-r girl.

Still, that isn’t all that switched inside Roxanne’s head being Miss Queen B world. That she was, greatest best friend, with Eleanora Thornton back in kindergarten Roxanne would have been the caring, thoughtful of others and a close dear friend to her and always sat with her at lunch they both been laughing about jokes, talked about school and friends, dreams and passions about the future and what they want to do. But that was years ago now, now she wasn’t the passionate, kind, helpful friend it’s though that she instantly dropped out like that, right of her life, like you weren’t her friend at all, cruel isn’t it. “What took you so long, Roxanne we’re going to late” Harmony growled and quickly snaped, “Oh please, Harmony we’ll be their like Lorrie told you. Anyways why are you both talking about that ungrateful bitch?” she then snapped angry to Lorrie and Harmony and as Harmony taken it back slowly took a step back then. Lorrie stride in front her, “Look Roxanne, I have no idea what your big deal is with Eleanora but, you’ve been so mean to her all day, and I’m getting tired of it and- I know what you did to her last week, what, you did was cruel!” she burst, and a burning flurry of rage just ran right out her mouth and for a long quiet silence between the three girls when, Roxanne bubbled into a wicked laughter, as it echoed vociferously through the vast midnight. “Are you really trying to protect her now, please, she snorted, and yeah, I did see that post and I’d absolutely despise her already. “Do you know what she did at lunch time she, gave my boyfriend, a silver bracelet with a skull on it, I mean, how dare that miserable little shit gets away with that!” she squealed with annoyance and rage then as her eyes shifted into a shade of obscurity and there was a pure evil in them.

“Over a simple bracelet, you’ve got to be joking Roxanne,” Lorrie cried out in high pitch, with Roxanne over an innocent charm bracelet that Eleanora just handed to him, he didn’t seem that so overly angry with her at all just said thank you. “You know what, the perfect reason why you’re so totally mad, at this because, you’ve still got have a crush on Jared, don’t you?”

….

It was no complete secret to Harmony on Roxanne Edwood. That she had a giant crush over him, and she wasn’t at all very good at keeping it. Back in little kindergarten still a small child when Roxanne first sets on her eyes on him and in that moment, Roxanne knew, that he is going to be mine but, she thought that he was so cute, with his tidy and slick hair, pale skin, and his confidence! Whenever that she sees Jared striding down the hall or, playing on the swings at playtime and starting deeply into his beautiful transfixing gaze as if they’re where a strong connection between them and would begin to get flustered and her little pale childlike cheeks turn brightly pink like a sweet strawberry whenever he come approach her. At the time we all believed it was just an innocent infatuation, nothing more than that! Well – On this night we were -wrong- dead wrong. In that sudden moment we were sank into a slow and awful silence there was barley any, word ever came straight out of our lips. I’d spun my head slowly around and stared at Lorrie and her jaw dropped and gazed at me with, a very concern as her eyes began to see tears soaking up and lips pulled, she, looked so pale white with terror. I did take my gaze away from Lorrie and, finally took my stare to Roxanne. I saw, her face, she gave a burning flaming blood, rage in her eyes as her lip curled and both of her hands clenched both of her hands like she was about to raise a swing, a powerful bunch at me any moment, and then I felt my heart sluggishly sinking in my chest. “H-how dare, you Harmony!” she said crossly and as, her dark-green eyes narrowed sharply towards both Lorrie but mostly to Harmony and wanting to take it back immediately. Instantly Harmony took a step back away from her too but, Lorrie quickly shifted and stood confidently in front of Harmony she was not about to get into a massive fight not, with her little cousin. She’d had enough with Roxanne and her selfishness and hatred with both of her friends, and cold cruelty with Eleanora I mean, she was best friend too also especially with Jared too, I did not care at all if she still had these strong feelings for him or, not but one thing was for sure I no longer to be around Roxanne anymore! “Do you really know what, Roxanne, you, and your self-centre gang can leave us alone now, have you no thought of the things that your doing is completely wrong and all that you’re doing to disgusting and harmful to others around the entire? Soon someday you’ll meet someone who you don’t want to get into a fight with and might regret it, too.” Lorrie hollered to Roxanne but, she grinned joyful like enjoyed the pain she conflicted and ignored Lorrie’s protest. “If anyone is going to die tonight, it be you two” she said coldly again. My jaw trembled shaking and then froze behind Lorrie Harmony just stared at Roxanne “OH-Yeah, well you could never have Jared because he, loves Eleanora, why would he ever go out with someone who has the word malice, written all over her forehead” I screamed at her again getting my confidence to come through but, she snapped back, “OH-Well if I can’t have him then, she’ll have to be die first won’t she then,” she snarled then giggled “That is an empty threat, if you kill her, you’ll go to prison and Jared will HATE you, LOATHE and DEPSIE you, Roxanne don’t be stupid like you’ve always have been.” Lorrie howled into the soft pale moonlight as it rained and gleamed over Roxanne, “THEN FINE! Since you and Harmony like her so much, go and be friends with her I, don’t you need any of you,” Roxanne shrieked “Good, I’m glad, we’re done.” Those would be the last words that she’ll ever say to Roxanne and suddenly it fell ghostly quiet once more soon Harmony also Lorrie turned round then turned the sharp corner of the high red brick wall then evaporate into the light obscure murky misty grey blackness.

“Oh, you’ll pay for Lorrie, Harmony and as well as Eleanora, you’ll get what all three of you had said to me even if I’ll have to do it, myself.” Roxanne said in a harsh whisper. “You really don’t think she’ll do anything stupid tonight, I hate to see both Eleanora and Jared don’t fall into harms way,” Harmony said in a worrying tone, “Harmony don’t you worry I did hear that they’re going on a date too, tonight so they’ll be just fine, okay” Lorrie answered calmy to Lorrie, “Anyways come on, we should go and find the boys, or you’ll defiantly be murdered.” Lorrie than added. Suddenly Lorrie and Harmony then hurried on, the returning sound of a thundering roar of competing clicking heels pressing again on the sidewalk. Once more both Lorrie and Harmony were feeling much better and giddy afterwards, eventually saw their boyfriends and finally got to sit down comfortably and grabbed some tasty Halloween snacks then, watched, fresh all together.

Roxanne, Roxanne, Roxanne

I cannot believe that Harmony and Lorrie would pick her, over me. Why? It is just because she’s so soft-hearted whenever she’s around my once two best friends, Lorrie and Harmony, Eleanora is even kind-hearted when it comes to her dreadful type of dark, spooky gothic style of clothing, which compared to mine was, is forever fabulous and I’m the fashion trend setter than Eleanora, and her compassionate nature that surrounds her like she had an shimmering spiritual aroma moving-freely like a floating mist, and she’d always be around the big goth community and it constantly made me feel completely sick. I hated it, all the hate inside I wish I could kill that innocent dark beauty. However, I’m continually jealous, Eleanora was the goth girl the girl that everyone wanted to be and, I’m one of them, she could so easily wear onyx black lipstick so glossy it glistened and gleamed in the bright sunlight, creepers, and thin fishnet light or a top with a skull on it, but if, I’d ever did attempt I’ll lose my popularity that, I’ve built and I felt so confident I still I’d imagine seeing a gorgeous, black, flowery dress with grey shadowy skulls and reading the dark, evil, vampire Dracula and I could not bring myself to do it, and push that thought away.

Eleanora Thornton stood out and she is a straightforward target. She was caught alone, and we discover that this would be our perfect opportunity to strike, we’d began to grab her wrists tightly then slam her, with a heavy thud, pounding hard against the hard solid wall soon she’d collapsed, and we would leave Eleanora limp and exhausted. We’d laughed it off as usual but quickly hurry back to our class soon after so me and my friend couldn’t get caught in the furry fire, still the teachers do not notice and what was great about attacking her, that she would certainly not speak a word about it to, anyone. Despite that no matter how much we manged on seeking to destroying that little shit head’s whole life, by breaking her good spirit and attempting to make Eleanora so small and her so amazing hair colour is a good choice to start as well, it is ugly I’d hope that I have that shade of colour which, would want to make me wish deep down that I could set her on fire, watching intently with a smile on my face to hear Eleanora’s loud burning screams and not feel sorry in that moment, I mean, why should I. After all no one will ever see her again and I’d feel also totally happy but, there was Jared to think about, Jared Donavan was still my crush, my soul mate and after all he to, is a goth in which does makes me shuddered all over entire body and ever to think Jared could chose to be this way? As Roxanne is gradually wandering in the cold fridge darkness above the full twilight moon and as it nips then bites across her exposed shivering skin, she’d forgot to grab her brand-new Gucci coat before leaving the house but, why did she even had to go out for and soon Roxanne arrived tiredly appearing where the dark circles directly under her now sleepy eyes, my arms feel clumpy and sore and already my legs went slightly heavy. Soon enough, Roxanne is at last home, Roxanne Edwood’s lives in a rich and spectacular mansion which had over 6 bedrooms a comfortable library, a bouncy and a large kitchen, plus a great gym with a sauna room and an extremely large pool. She approaches the snapping of her heels crack on the grey limestone and reaches the double glass, elegant mahogany door Roxanne opens it and quickly shuts it behind her.

Slipping off her silky cherry red heels and tosses them lazily to the side of the shadowy hallway. Roxanne walked up the stairs got to her room and zipped out of her slim dress, put on some cosy milky stain pyjamas then stumbled to a big, double wooden white bed, yanked the sheets, and collapsed straight onto the matched her head landing quickly forward on the soft pillow and pulled the duvet over then she carefully closed her wiry eyes, and then everything went completely jet-black. Roxanne was a light sleeper so not quiet asleep just yet but then a loud heavy creak like the sound of squeaking floor-boards however, it was deafening which made my eyes pop open, that’s the front door I’d just heard maybe, mum or dad got home early so I’d shut my eyes again expecting to door to close now, but, I didn’t, a calm and heavy silence a, painfully long stillness why hasn’t that door closed already? Suddenly a massive thud like a huge gust of wind broke it and I’d jerked awake, sitting up against the bed and I glanced around the shadowy room and then to my door, without realizing my huge bedroom had unexpected went cold and entirely black. I’d continue to turn my head around but, I felt so tired, then she placed her head back on the pillow and fell back asleep, a few hours go by, and no strange noises woke her up again. In the warmth ease of the cosy sheet the frosty bites melted and turn balmy as I’d settle down comfortably then my left foot began to loosen gradually it went up, up, up when abruptly I’d touch something it was icy cold like the drop of black death and it was smooth too, and as she pressed lightly and at that moment. 

IT…

IT…

IT…was

A human’s foot I was feeling directly under the sheet and Roxanne once again popped her eyes wide open. That lukewarm pleasant feeling of my duvet cover quickly drained right out of me then I’d froze like I have been bitten by a large frost bite for a few seconds not moving my whole body and instantly Roxanne moved her foot and slowly,, when, a harsh growl came right exactly behind Roxanne and she started to tremble like a leaf but the more she shuddered in terror the hissing growl got slowly louder which caused her head to move up from under the dova, Roxanne had gradually moved to the left side of bed, looked down, and saw a body of a person laying next across her. Roxanne tried so desperily not to gasp or say a word, but she couldn’t as dread was eating her alive, I could feel my forehead pooling in sweat, then with a huge gulp I’d raise my hand and move forward and then the growl got menacing under the drape of pitch darkness, as I was about to touch it, it spoke with a question.

“Hey Roxanne, want to kill somebody?” it said in a sinister voice. Roxanne did not respond, and her shaky hand at last tapped on the dova, then the room went deadly quiet.

“What?” Roxanne said in a low answer but, it said nothing for a moment.

“I SAID…DO YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEOBODY?” this time the voice sounded so deep, dark, demonic, and suddenly it yanked off the bed sheet and as it flew right in the thin air, my hand is snapped away. Roxanne fell back against the dova cover when I saw, its horrible face, looking pale grey like a ghost and had awful bright white eyes, and the mouth smeared in a dark, inky, blackness as it snarled, pulling back large, pointy jiggered dark yellow teeth. Roxanne wanted to scream but, she was helpless, and she had notice that the appearance, of a woman, it was long almost under her shoulders velvet-textured, and she stared right at Roxanne.

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Chapter Two It creeps back

At around about 5:00 pm and the sickle horned moon is directly overhead on Jared. He did not mean to stay overlay late after school, not realizing what times it was, how long where they going to bound him for? But as he burst through the large double door, heading him outside and the sky was black. When he finally was able to leave the school, Jared instantly started walking up to the path and came under some quince tress, the soft rustling leaves swooshes together in unison into the night air, as Jared, gazed up but, suddenly, a wave of worry wrapped around him. He pictured right at that moment what his mum would be thinking. Her trembling worry rection! would just be like at this split second and, even right now. Mrs. Donavan was a small, curvy woman, her fading jet-black hair rolls slowly to a shade of a silvery grey. He could see her now standing with fear and concern on the front porch, resting against the banister in a floral apricot apron, long velvet pants, and cosy suede mules’ slippers the ones she had since the day Jared was an adorable child. Then now, just anxiously wating for her beloved son to come home, but as he turned to the end of the street and detaching his faux leather backpack and settling it down on to the ground, meeting at the earth’s soil. Jared kneeled on the concrete and unfastened the zip and put his hand inside the bag, then withdrawing a clear plaster. He began peeling off the sheer stripes, with his fingers kept getting glued as if, on both sides of them but, as they slipped out his hands dispersing into the cold breeze of the vast night, ‘this has been the third one, that I had all week’ he thought grimly. Jared gawked unsteady at it, like as if two fulsome cruel eyes starting back at him, with a look of fear.

Then my legs went heavy like two large boulders being smashed together like a huge wave. Thrashing hit my heart in my chest, a cold sweat trickled down my forehead, then came unexpectedly a tear falling upon the side of his cheeks. Jared closed his eyes for a bit, as he was consumed into darkness and a brush of air blew against him. Quickly snapping them back open. Jared exhaled, in and slowly out calmy and after doing that once I felt all the late evening worries melting away all the thoughts of school had banished. Though, there is only one memory which that feels vivid, that one refuses to melt away at all, but suddenly I lifted my hand and stroked across the left side of my face and noticed on my cheek, a small crimson slash gash, but there is just a tiny leak of blood. How on earth could I have missed that, why did I not check when I was inside the men’s restroom, a thread of undetermined dreaded tangled up deep in his big brain. But once again, he feared the unknown. What could have happened on that cold dark and empty field tonight, he asked himself.

He felt all the hurt rise in his throat. Sometimes I wish I could, could, stay confident off it all, like as if a strong shield were protecting him. Clearing away the sadness and misery, but the flaring rage that had been punching inside myself for so many years I wanted to merely to release the bubbling anger, when I took a chance to stand up straight and say, leave me alone! Then, suddenly, I get shoved hard against the wall, as if a dagger stabbed through my chest but, if only I can close myself into perfect darkness. The types of blackness where its black, blacker than anything else, that would be a gloomy shelter to protect for myself. Though, how much I really want that to happen but, this is the normal world now. I exhaled, with the feeling all the night wind sweeps out through my nose, and then something else too, a sweet-tempered pumpkin spice aroma. Finally, breaking out of my dream trance and fell back to reality, and peeked cautiously around to a very dark corner in full blackness. A flash of a flickering milky blonde flare blazed, the sun kissing the dark cover, of the night and then shining all the way through those oval eyes, to a circle auburn pumpkin sat quietly still, being hold up against the white picket fence. Jared for a split second as he started firmly down to the jack o’ lantern, Halloween comes again, he whispered to himself.

Though, this hallows eve it is going to different, feeling gleeful with himself, he was obviously set out to have an amazing night tonight and that reason is his date with Eleanora Thornton. Just even thinking about it, beads of sweat cooled on both of hands. Wiping them off small drips over his black jeans, for the past few days Jared had been stressed and worried on what to do on the first date together. As if, having pill louds of school homework was not hand-pounding enough, but he is eagerly determined to make it perfect, and just yesterday right after school was over Jared sitting up in his room whilst texting Eleanora, she dropped the question, it was so very unexpected and, in that moment, he then immediately stops typing and gently pulls away. The white blurring screen of his phone beamed against his warm cheeks. Jared still had the phone in his both of his hands, staring worryingly at her message, I mean what could they do? He asked himself and then Jared dropped the phone on the bedcover and walked to his desk, switched on the lamp and beside it a big grey Dell computer, with a dark black skin. He stood there silently for a couple of seconds and then took the hold back of the chair, turned it right round, and seated, turning around again to face the computer still off. Jared pressed the lightly on the button and a beaming grey light came to life, after a few minutes for the lamp top to take get ready and when it did. Moving his mouse and clicking to Google Chrome double taping on the icon, appeared in front of him and types upon the black keys and enters, The Mariner, a classical seafood restaurant that he and his entire family have been going to for years now, and fell in love with the seafood, especially the roasted Oysters, so cooked to perfection, it could soften in his mouth that is how splendid the food is there. Jared pressed back against the chair, hearing a creak as he moved and crossing his arms, then burning them into his chest and thoughtfully stared at the screen with the restaurant name. Without any other thought, he scooted the chair over the bed, grabbed the phone, quickly returning Eleanora’s blazing question, she wanders what Jared’s intriguing idea he plans was for them.

‘Hey Eleanora, it’s me again, so sorry for answering, but how do you feel about seafood?’ He then finished typing and instantly sent the text back to her. Waiting anxiously and worriedly for her to reply, then to his surprise, ‘yeah, I love seafood too, so I guess seafood it is then.’ She replied, and then Jared smiled after months on thinking exhaustibly and tiredly about what they should do together, I mean this was their first ever date and he wanted it to be exciting, for both, but now a like a smooth blanket calm relaxation came over him. Jared stretched his full body across the bed and falling into the warmth of the soft crimson bedsheet, then he plumped his head on to the pillow, with the dark strands curling over it and soon fell fast asleep. His bed was so comfortable but soon, this will be the very last time, he will ever get the chance to sleep in that same bed, ever again.                                                                                        

Still, he could not genuinely believe he finally asked her out. At the age of just eleven years old, small with at the time and having noticeably short darkly curls, and when he first meets Eleanora, petite and having bright azure eyes and fiery golden flames, for her long hair. Although now, Jared is sixteen and a goth and always wearing black slim jeans, leather jackets he loved with his new style.

After all the years had only, he and Eleanora Thornton are about to trick or treat. Nonetheless though, Halloween is always a night for that, young kids wearing cute ghostly dresses like a masquerade ball court Dracula and Frankenstein monster have come and arrived in Mystic, all gathering up candy and chocolate bars, but the other slice themselves to hollows’ eve of warm pumpkin pie, watching horror movies, but, with the lights off, wrapped up in a blanket of darkness. Jared looked sharply at the lantern once more and turned then slowly starting to run. Sprinting fast back to get his bag. He slugs it over his shoulder, taking Jared the quarter of an hour to return home, he had lived on 48 Mariners Lane, Groton it was a very happy and quiet American household I’ve lived through these grey creamed wooden walls through my whole life, I could not remember just how many times I’d moved around bedroom it felt like a hundred times since I could remember so vividly, and I’m an only child. My dad is a local antique collector inside his little, dark emerald store, its heart was placed in the middle of Mystic downtown it was a sparkling gem of such beautiful history. However, he would leave down every once a week and he also loved to travel around the states, in the early active mornings when the sunlight glows through New London, Connecticut and later in the cool mid hours of the afternoon where the sky was the colour violet sweeping over Westerly but then twilight comes to Charlestown, my father always loved going to those parts of rich historic lands of Connecticut and as he always did, he’d discover like stumping on a treasure chest of something old and vintage no matter what the period it is! My father heart raced, and his eye would be glued to it, and the corners of his mouth would peek all the way up, unveiled his pearly white teeth they would always shimmer the way that they did when he discovered any type of antique, it was like a prize. Now, the only residence that occupy the house was me and my mother, I could not wait to get home, Jared thought miserably, he was not looking overly enthusiastic about coming home, late, the insides of my stomach gushing widely going crazy but as Jared halted abruptly at the end of the street. Jared then stared up and his whole tummy settled down. There was a beautiful lawn of lush green grass that looked recently trimmed, I think my dad had the grass cut before he left. Then a wind brushed and stroked my skin, the cool feeling was really refreshing but then, a cold ice chill breathed down my spine as if a ghostly hand touched my back. Jared shudder, he at once turned. For a few seconds Jared had gone left to right eyes moving uncontrollably over the dark corners of Jared’s Mystic Weigh neighbourhood! So, he could see if anything was behind him! However, it could have been the autumn wind, probably playing nasty tricks on Jared. Nevertheless, that strange breeze was like a frost bite, cold and cold, dead cold with that he stood still and walked along the path and walked right up to the door. He burst through the front door dropping his school bag down in the hallway and a swift sweeping inside his noise as he closed the door gently but the warm smell, felt welcoming and homely. I saw through the kitchen a white puff cloud floating in the hall and Jared instantly followed that rich fragrance and it was Mrs. Donavan, standing near the stove with a long wooden spoon inside her cupped hand, she must be preparing a late midnight snack probably, as the grey mist gushed from the long silver stock pot sweltering under a flickering blue flame.

“Hey mum, s-sorry, that I’m so, so late.” Entering the small light crimson red wallpapered kitchen and anxiously waited for an argument to explode.

Mrs. Donavan turned round the wisps of her long midnight black and moon grey curls fall past her right shoulder, the hot pot continue to shimmer, but as she faced him and expecting a frown but instead a…smile, that says thank goodness.  

“Jared, where in the world have you’ve been?” She asked with a long sigh. I had explained everything to her. I told her that I had stayed after school today, just only to do late homework and Mr. Dawn just given more and more homework to do, but it was a lie! How could I explain that! Even to her! Jared cannot believe that in myself that, I am lying to her, about where I have been the entire time, still I did tell a bit of the truth. Jared was inside the school but not alone, wanting to change the subject to his mum.

“I’ll probably be out late; I’d got a date” I finally said.

Then a sparkle of excitement glisten in her hazel eyes. She spurned round to face Jared and dropped her wooden spoon down beside on the grey countertop, the big sliver pot of beef stew steaming hotly around the room and a sweet tender meat cooking up, bubbling up. My stomach started to growl hungrily but, I had had to stop myself since I was going out tonight.

“So, who is the lucky girl then, she is…” she trailed off for a second.

“A goth too? Or an emo” smiling cheerfully and laughing.

“A goth, definitely not an emo, mum.” He confessed. Correcting her error since she does not know a lot about goths just yet, however though, has slowly accepted that I wear in a differently to everyone else around town. Which I am extremely glad about it to, but it taken at least Eleanora’s mum and dad five minutes adjusting to her wardrobe she must be so lucky but then again Mrs, Donavan was his mother who will love him and still accept him. After a few minutes, Jared sprinted fast upstairs to his room, quickly got out of his school clothes for today and got dressed in a brand-new soft vintage-wash denim ripped jeans and a black smooth cotton short sleeved oversized hoodie slipping his long arm into the soft, warm cotton top with silver accents hanging over the top, along Jared’s wrist revealed instantly a gorgeous black tattoo, it was of a cross bow. The lines where perfectly sharp with fine dry black ink edges. It’s always been tradition for centuries, that every male and female hunter or huntress to bare the mark. The mark symbols the strong strength and the warrior of a hunter, and it is a clever disguise for all immortal creatures. If they shall see this cross bow, they’re think it’s just a regular tattoo, but they were always wrong. If they shoulder ever set, they’re eyes on it, at that moment. it’s a death sentence! Jared closed the polished wooden wardrobe door and glanced at his narrow mirror and then slips into his white converse high-tops and put through his eyeholes two-sterling black cross stud earrings and clasped back both behind the ear lobes. He speedily brushed his hair flicking the side bangs over him and it curled, he dashed back downstairs. As Jared is about to exist the front door, but abruptly halted for a silent moment, standing at the polished mahogany door Jared put his hands inside the pockets at the back of the jeans and then after a second, releasing both hands he darted back into the kitchen and grabbed the car eyes on the table.

“Mum! I’ll be taking my car tonight, I’ll promise you I won’t be home late, I promise.” Jared said with a miserably sigh as he hates being a complete mummies boy at times, however, he did not want to overly fret about him again tonight.

“Jared, wait, wait hold up for a second.” Mrs. Donavan began and ran fast around the counter over across to Jared fully turning to him. She put her hands onto his strong arms.

“Just promise me this, that she isn’t going to be like the last one?” she let out a long exhale, Jared groaned a surge of dread pierced his heart. 

“What! No…of course not,” Jared replied, calming his mother’s spirits.

“Soo, she is not going to be a vampire?” She asked raising an eyebrow to him.

“MUM! I’d staked that last girl, I mean that was two years and keep in mind we had to bury her body in the woods, though, I did not know she was a “Jared paused for a calm moment like a flash back to a memory, and then instantly Jared snapped back to normal.

“Well! Let us not make that slip up again,” she glared at him and narrowing her dark eyes to look more serious, “remember the order,” Jared nodded, he has been told this what feels like over a hundred times. “Tells, us what to do with them, just as long she is not a wolf. I will not be okay with that too”, Mrs, Donavan’s face quickly changed. Jared still remembers that kill, like it was almost yesterday when he had caught his very first supernatural creature. “I could smell the dust even the oak leaves on her and the heavy scent of blood, too. “She then snorted angrily.

“MUM! I am obviously trying to tell you, Eleanora Thornton, is an ordinary human, HUMAN! not a vampire or a werewolf, even a fairy for that matter.” Jared stated. He knew certainly well to know that Eleanora, as he always imagined her to be, a large radiant phoenix bird of a dragon fire. Though she is nothing but just a regular girl. Jared moved across the table and grabbed for the keys again and Mrs Donavan then loosened her motherly hold, he finally said good-bye to her warmly. As soon as Jared closed the front door but then opened it just a crack and he started back for the last time at the corner of his round eye, Mrs. Donavan in a worrying state but she knew that Eleanora Thornton did not at all, that she is not a part of that, Eleanora did not truly belong to the world of the supernatural, though instead she lived in the land of daylight.

There is a sudden brisk change in the air. A crisp cold wind blew around the huge dark green elm trees, it was unusual especially around autumn where it is never this warm but with the soft twinkling rattle of jingling keys, hooked around his index finger. When summer break just started, he had been busy in the early active mornings Jared spent that entire break inside his parents’ old garage. Working on an important side project no English textbook or math book required. When he would enter back indoors after countless hours and days his hands are covered in ink oil stains and was caked in dust too, but, when it was finally completed. Jared is not a well experienced mechanic unlike the other guys down the Broadway auto but, learnt one or two things from his grandfather. Before he passed away last September and if he were alive today, right now, he would be extremely proud of Jared. I imagine seeing him now giving a hearted smile, the one he always gave him whenever we greeted. He stood outside the garage excitedly and started to grin gleefully. Jared then punched the code into his iPhone. Then at that very moment the massive and heavy garage door opens slow, automatic and stops up when it had reached the edged end.

Closing into a quiet howl of darkness, Jared ambled his way inside to the garage and flipped on over to click the light switch beside him, a big beam of golden yellow had glowed in the massive room. His eyes were looking straight forward at a large and wide object sitting still draped in darkness. It had an old dirty sheet over it, when Jared touched the sheet and pulling it all the way down. A white cloud of soot brushed off and sweeping in the calm air. Jared slowly glanced down, and as his dark hazel eyes broaden in happiness, but as his smile widens and the glistening pearly white teeth beamed joyfully, well old man. we worked hard on this gramps, you thought I would leave it here but not for this night’s special occasion, tonight I will be taking it for a ride. He simply thought, continue to gaze at Jared’s grandfather’s original 1969 jet black Dodge Charger car, a R T440. An American beauty and American muscle vehicle, too. Jared could not wait any longer anymore, like a chid waiting impatiently to get on the coolest theme park ride, finally Jared ran to the side driver door and opened it and claimed into the front seat then slamming it gently, he settled back and sunk onto the smooth black leather cover seat. Jared was instantly absorbed in the material of overwhelming comfort, they were extremely malleable, Jared certainly hoped Eleanora would be heading on over to the nearest haunted house in Mystic over his amazing vehicle. As the moon beams reflected against the sleek interior of the dark car. He put his strong hands around the steering wheel, putting the keys into the ignition and then revving sound pierced his ears slightly but, as the engine purred loudly. He gently pressed, with the ends of his toes, right on the clutch all the way down and moved quickly, with his left hand, to the gear stick that is beside him smoothly putting it straight to first. Steadily down slightly across on the accelerator and he hold his foot carefully. Finding that bite and lifting the clutch, until I had waited for the vibrations. Then squeezed down on the handbrake and lift off the clutch, I did not remove my foot off the grip too quickly or to apply too lightly either. Putting just a tiny bite on the gas and started to pull out the large door steered straight forward and onto the threshold and when he got the edge of his asphalt drive and slowly but gradually breaking. Reaching the end of my white picket fence, seeing if any fastmoving cars would come racing past but, I doubted that any oncoming automobiles would be out this late at night or they could be going trick or treating, but the students at Mystic school will be as expected on throwing a huge Halloween party which, me and Eleanora will definitely not be invited to, I mean why would they let us both cool awesome goths to their stupid party anyhow because, because we’re about to have an incredible hollows eve but sine it is Halloween after all, heading out trick or treating and while in Mystic are adorning in very wickedly spooky and outrages scary costumes going to parties that would be right outside of town.

With no sight of any other cars shooting out from the nocturnal darkness. Expect the dark dusk echoes of owl’s screech across the tress. Their call of tu-whit tu-whoo, tu-whit tu-whoo, tu-whit tu-whoo. I had merely forgotten that these furry small creatures were active only at night. Jared just shook his head, pushing back with both of his dark steaks of hair and focused back to the road and ready to go to leave and then began, turning, turning then quickly straight the wheel, Jared gently eased on the gas and hold down again the clutch and moving the gear stick to second gear and nimble and swiftly back on the gas. With that, the car speed into the dusk of the night. A blast of cool fresh air, as if exploded right inside my car. I found the cold gust refreshing against my pale skin and once when it dark enough outside the car windows a, flicker of yellow light just then brightens up the front seat, but behind is still looming dimly, taking short glances at the rereview mirror. I saw a small, white circle illuminating ethereally softy light as it drapes in between the thick obscure clouds.

It nearly taken him sixteen minutes to arrive in Stonington. This charming small town was so breath taking, especially in the fall. When every tress blushed in a colour of bright orange whilst the others stayed dark green and the other few were a golden bronze but in the sweep of darkness the outdoor light flowed, flowering into the wet maple leaves. Finally, I rolled straight into the road downtown and scattered here and there are placed under every lamppost that was outside the stores of circler pumpkins, the town centre declarations looked spectral. Halloween is thriving in Mystic. Then as I got close by, then my eyes beamed excitedly, just up head there are two stores, ‘whoa’, they are being invaded! For those who have a massive fear of prickly eight-legged, black beady eyes and sharp fangs creatures. Rather being small, instead. Giant dark spiders hanging against the high walls of the big, cream bookstore but. Next door, skinny pasty all white bony skeletons are crawling up the roof and along the side of the windows, as if they were attempting to break and entering inside. Jared braked suddenly. Getting a glimpse over to my left side of my car window, seeing the dark green flowerpots draped in silvery cotton webs and, little wanders sleeping almost inside the silk cobweb. Returning my normal speed but the roads tonight looked very bustling. With a lot of cars pulling in and out, moving carefully on to the next side of the street like bees buzzling but though it would not be this teeming as in Mystic Connecticut is a popular tourist site, defiantly in the hot spells of summer, people do see our village as a lovely romantic get away, but it would be very peaceful at winter, were business would be quieting down.

It was defiantly not peaceful on the roads this night. I began to get irritated. When an intense boom echo of very loud and screaming horns blared but started moving again and abruptly halting yet again. The cars on the road fell completely silent for a moment. If I am running late with Eleanora, she would one hundred percent kill me! Jared knees had suddenly buckled, his strong arms started loosening, his firm gripped remained gentle on the wheel. Ten minutes late and the other cars have seemed to ease off now, Jared instantly retuned to concertante back onto the road and began to drive fast with his foot still hovering on the gas again, once more he felt calmed himself and was ready to head on over to Eleanora house.

Driving straight keeping in his lane, no other cars appeared, and he then sighed and returned on the wheel, turning onto a curb this road was much cleaner, he is far away off the heavy traffic, the loud honking horns almost making Jared’s ears burst crimson but, it all vanished behind the back of his head, away, away, away. However, roaring engine still purred, then he drove past darkness and the pearly moon glistening dimly making a crisp outline of silhouette tress. Soon he saw two red, old, rusted blue and red trucks parked over on the charcoal grey road behind on each side where a row of houses. Jared drove past them, until he felt a little dazed and his eye slowly began to go obscure in a visible mist. A little and everything in the car started to feel very, very fuzzy. Trying to push that away focusing back on the dark road and his head eyes beamed. As he learns back, then, a light brush of low temperature air sweeps against him like a string of hair up against his head, and then I felt, something going up, up, up my hair, suddenly, Jared’s breath closes tightly, something is wrapping him like a noose around his throat pulling him, pulling him, tightly. That is when his heart sunk at the bottom of my stomach. Was there a fly, no wait I have not opened my windows, at that moment a feeling of dread came over him. All the hairs sprinkled up to life on the back of his neck. Jared instantly froze, he was paralyzed right in his leather seat, I cannot move, I cannot move, Jared thought in terror. Then he felt his left, still above the clutch, started loosening leisurely but slowly like somebody is controlling it and then it moved right off the break, Jared determined to move it go back up again, again on to it, but it was too late, both of his legs chill up. He glanced up slowly, staring straight out the wide car window, seeing and glancing at the starless night sky. The car continued to go down, down, down and then, Jared’s eyes cracked wider and wider, then a big and massive thud.

…. CRASH!

In pure total darkness and in absolute complete silence soaks through my ears. Whoosh, whose, a large gust of wind blows in and starts stroking against my cheeks with all the strengths I had manged to save breaking back open his eyes, he moaned and groaned. It had taken me almost a minute to raise myself. When he had got the strength to attempt on moving his eyes once again along the car, darkly, then carefully but slightly moved my arms are off the steering wheel and my whole body is all slumped up. Pushing back the black furry strands of dark brown hair and slipping them behind my ears, just for now I will have to fix it until later, once Jared could raise himself gently and easing up fully. Leaning forward. His board chests started to raise up and down rapidly trying to catch the fresh cold night air, it felt so refreshing and so cool. Finally, Jared lets out white puffs of steam smoke blew across the car window and swiftly relaxed. Without realizing that his head, was still bowed down starting at his dark ripped jeans, but he did look up, then he gasped.

…Where is the road?

…What was I looking at?

Staring blanky and with incapacitating glazed eyes. For a moment, Jared struggled not to drop his jaw to collapse onto the floor, Jared turned, and my heart rouse up into my throat. It stood at the edge of the car a massive cloud! Expecting to see a white haze flying past it, though, the colour was not white rather, RED and BLOODY my eye grew wide. He then whirled and all the sudden. All swamped in all directions encompassing sweeping through the thick dark branches with the twigs naked, but the road was no invisible as the red fog flooded. He froze almost paralyzed like stone, in his seat and then jolted back against it. Jared leaned forward quickly with his hands gripped across on the wheel the muck of sweat damped around my fingers. I quickly rolled down the thick window, seeing the dark night starless sky then he saw it- The red mist curling above the heavy mucky blackness, Jared peeked his head slightly up, then, he felt it, as the red smoke cloud came though Jared’s face it had hit him, but suddenly. He felt in an instance a huge clogged in his throat, then a horrible rising as if he was about to vomit when he felt a vapor, of rotting dead flesh. Jared then quickly coved his mouth and rolled back up the window after closing it. Jared shifted in back against the window, he let out a breath, heavy and dizzy at that moment Jared could even now smell the stench of dead along with the decaying scent was up his nose. It slithered down his stomach as if a cold shiver crawled down, then that feeling come back! Those cold lifeless hands touching him once again. I looked up back at the road and as my eyes scanned around all the way around, as the red mist brushing the branches and the twigs. My chest started to rise, rise, rise, up, up and down, down then down again, but abruptly Jared’s hand began to quiver, why was I shaking so suddenly? Is it this strange red fog? Was that why I’m feeling completely tense? because of this odd crimson mist? Abruptly, that decomposing stench had come flooding back!  Can I smell this awful? THIS DESTUSTING SCENT. Then I heard an, SNAP!

Jared turned his head to the left. A behemoth cloud of continuous crimson smoke flews from the tall dark slender tress. When, a crunching. It a low crunching at first, but then, the chewing crunching crumbled and cracked in the darkness. Jared moved his head back and forth thinking it’s just an animal flying past but, in this fog, why any nocturnal creature would walk in this crimson night however, if you were a bat they’d been so in love with this cloudless, cold, and chilly night. Jared turned his headlights, as the yellow beam cast a milky glowed the red cloud wiped away quickly. With his both of his hands still shaking uncontrobely, my eyes darting at corners when, the munching sound returned. My heart began to pound heavy and loud. A crunching echo of footsteps. Jared’s head wobbled a little as he then looked back forward again, then, he sees at that moment. Something emerging through the blood red fog stood a silhouetted standing dark and alone in the pitch blackness. My heart than sank. It was standing there in the middle of the road and the red cloud danced around the dark figure. Jared began to stare at it, as the figure remained solid but the more, he looked. He felt eyes watching Jared, like it could see through him. I then gradually moved back against my seat he tried to lower himself down, but, suddenly, it moved!  Very slowly, the arms swayed in the blackness and as it approached the two beaming headlights and then, halted in the front of my car. The toes touched the light, Jared started down and saw them, the toenails looked dirty, even the long nails were a nasty filthy lime green inside the nails themselves. Falling above was a white silky sat on top of the feet. White silk, where had he seen that before, was it from a magazine something in one of his best friends’ wardrobes, who so happens to have a gorgeous pale silk anywhere. A strange thought come to his mind, why had he seen that familiar satin before? It was so vivid, but then, the figure come closer to the golden headlights, and Jared’s jaw dropped.

NO, THIS CAN’T BE

HOW CAN IT BE

Y-YOU ARE ALIVE?

BUT-

SHE IS DEAD!

DEAD!

HEATHER IS DEAD!

DEAD!!!!

Jared’s head was flooding with wild words. He ran his hands through his messy black hair. The damp wet drips oozes through the rising hairs, he watched her for a long moment. Her curly long dirty blonde hair, Heather’s bronze skin and then Jared saw Heather Westbury’s stunning ivory satin dress at last he began to remember. That gown looked splendid the day she was last seen alive. The supernatural diamond white colour but now, caked in dirt and colour had gradually, like as if a rotting corpse had faded away. As Jared’s eyes scanned up the dress and then, he sees, BLOOD, punched in her chest near her heart a wooden sharp stake. Finally! Jared remembered it was such a long time ago, it was in the early night-time and a full moon beamed down on them, especially on Heather as her pale skin glowed ghostly pale with bright silver outlining the straw-coloured hair. Sitting close together under an enormous pine tree until, Jared discovered a speck of dry blood at the corner of her round sugar brown lips and, the look of dread and horror on his face that; she, was a vampire!

Jared is speechless and at that moment, he was watching her, the wind was blowing her dark blonde locks in the air, as the headlights flashed up on her face, she looked down on floor eyes catching on the long twilight grass, Heather then flinched and suddenly she pulled smoothly back her mouth and revealing her pearly straight teeth. That’s when he saw them, those white sharp pointy fangs! Heather shot up and raised her head and she darted those crimson eyes and staring right up at Jared, resembling two red laser beams striking through the thick glass. Jared’s chest grew tighter, and his hands continued to quiver but, he manged to thrust the fear, letting it rush through Jared’s whole body and then melted as like ice on a breeze hoary chill, heavy and deep it soon had render, but the hairs are even now shaking along his arm. Expect- His eyes stiffened. Watching Heather in her silk tight dress but not once had he seen her, looking up, instead she kept on staring down at the cold dark ground below the locks of golden hair sweep past her. The engine resumed to rumble slightly; his foot was hovering on top of the break he wanted to move! Far and fast, at full tilt where the soaking sludge had covered my clean wheels but, in the distance her haunting look still stiffened, then he took a huge gulp and, slammed hard on the clutch and as the engine thundered, moving over to second first gear, then thumped back on the gas, everything was moving fast. The car immediately rushed towards Heather. Jared griped his strong hands wrapped tight over the wheel, rising his elbows upward then he bit hard on his teeth. He was ready, to escape her all over again, it all had to be a horrible nightmare. Though, as the headlights started to grow near, Heather raised her head and at that moment Jared then stared back.

He saw straight away where her round amber eyes. It was like two golden rich honey stones, then abruptly, at the corners of Heather’s gold leaf eyes a bean began to fall I could not see it at first, was she afraid or scared but, as the headlight shined brightly, but she still did not flinch at the beaming yellow light. Those were not ordinary normal tears, but abruptly, Jared at that second Jared stopped the car, surprisingly, Jared manged to break gradually at the front of Heather. He saw; it, BLOOD, she was crying red tears then my eyes began to widen again, then widen. The streaming of crimson streamed down her pale cheeks not just one trickle but a flow of tears. Then there was a calm silence, in the tress all the leaves stood still and where no sound of animals, especially the crickets did not chirp in the autumn fields, but as the engine ceased though, my hands remind on the wheel.

I continued to stare at Heather. She stood in the cloak of darkness, it was as if it dressed her, I mean after all Heather was a predator, an immortal, and a creature of the nocturnal night that’s her home but, suddenly, he sees what Jared took no notice of in such a long time, after Heather’s death. Now, he realizes just then, was the tremendous and overwhelming sense of sorrow. That consumed her even in those gleaming amber eyes. As they glimmer and shined under the moonlight and he watched her for another moment, still speechless in the front seat, though the trickling of sweat continued to drool on the wheel, Jared brushed his hands off them, one last time, as Jared scraped the sweat onto his dark jeans but then, he only took his eyes off away from Heather. He rose his head up and back on the dark murky road, and a shudder shook him, all down his spine and as a cold rush of breeze but it was so ice cold and the dark hairs all stood up straight and then he heard a voice. A woman, it is very low but clear, but then mumbled a few times and Jared couldn’t make out the words that the voice was trying to make. Jared froze for a second and put his hands steady on the stirring wheel again, he scanned all around the dark red fog it swirled and danced into the dark of the night, however no voice, but suddenly. He stopped his gaze at Heather, Jared then slumped back over his seat and dropped his arms and started back at her, it was you, wasn’t it Heather, he thought and wasn’t he right. Then Jared leaned to the wide window his face close to the wheel so he could understand what Heather was saying and as her round cold pink lips moved with her white fangs curled and as they snaped together. Afraid, Jared’s heart continued to pound harder and harder and as he inched a little more. Although, when he did edge across and still could not hear her words. It’s like he had gone deaf! Against the solid glass, when, a muffled phrase sink into Jared’s ear, it said in a low murmur.

JARED!

At that moment he wanted to scream. Shriek thunderously until his voice box burst onto the car window. Instead, Jared remained close to glass and eyeing Heather, her jaw still shifted and muffled more remarks, but it was his name he can just pick up, repeatedly like an antiquated record player simply spinning and spinning. Then Heather’s mouth immobilises with no more unmoving words coming forth to him and as Jared stared, his shaky eyes trembling behind the solid glass, and for a moment, silence brushes across the dark hems of the Elm trees. He watched on from inside the car and Heather froze dead centre in the middle of the crimson mist, her pale emotionless face sustained gazed at him a look of horror. For no more than at least ten minutes, this very uncomfortable game of watching eyes just looking straight towards Jared, still his foot is hooked onto the break he wanted to merely push back down on to it but couldn’t. Her glowing amber eyes then suddenly he felt it again, a dead cold hand brushing up against his spine and all the hairs spiked up Jared’s arms trembled like a leaf. Slowly gazing down to his quaking limbs wobbling and shaking under the darkness of the night. His heart began to race like a hundred miles, boom, boom, boom, I raised my left hand releasing from the wheel and rested it over myself as I gently rubbed but, the loud pounding beats faster more repeatedly.

Then a flowing rush poured straight to his head and a powerful strike that smashed across him. In that split second Jared closed his eyes tight, as he collapsed into darkness and it dance a slow darkly midnight waltz, his strong-armed chest began to raise up and back down once more so that his heart could ease. After a minute, his stiffen crumpled chest had gone back to normal once again, he began to breath at an uneasy paste still his eyes closed, closed in pitch darkness but as of now Jared could not even for a moment to open them up, he was just too afraid! Afraid to see that bloody face of Heather stood out on to and standing the crimson mist. ‘I have to,’ Jared thought calmy, still thinking that this could just be all in his head, and after all it is fall of Halloween and a time to spooked was all just for entertainment. Finally! Jared feeling brave opened his eyes very, very gently…In the clearing of his vision, his hands laid across his legs and as Jared looked straight up and saw the red fog had got closer to the windows and as he leaned back, watching the enormous blood-soaked red clouds.

The mist grew thicker, heavier now, and then Jared noticed that Heather was gone. Jared broke into a cold sweat and frantically moving my head to side to side seeing where she had disappeared to, and not to forget that Heather is a vampire and can sprint normal than an ordinary person would instead, she can in a fast speed, maybe she ran off into the woods to catch some pray, maybe perhaps, maybe…Heather was still out the fog.

My entire body went clammy, and all the dark hairs raised also sprouting through my black hoodie. The night is still heavily silent no noise cracked, not even an animal any nocturnal creatures who had lived for the night, dared not to make a crack or a crash. My heart began pounding again, I horrible thought that I was going to have a heart attack, at any moment my red beating heart could rip out from my chest and splatter on the wheel and the dashboard, just the thought of BLOOD would be tasty for Heather. Jared still moved his head quickly to side to side the red haze made it very difficult to see past.

When Jared squinted his eyes hard onto the darkness, then he saw, two pairs of glowing eyes. Then a dark silhouette figure flickered from inside the large cloud of haze, and as the shadow stepped, I could then hear a clicking of heels tapping on the ground and then halting. When suddenly, my heads of my car shut off without warning. I peered over to see what had happened, why did that happen? A thought of dread trickled and as he glanced back and the shadowy figure still stood there, was this Heather or another vampire to drank and made this poor and unfortunate individual and turned into a blood sucking leach. Jared looked straight ahead and realized that it was, Heather.

She outstretches her arms to the side, the whole figure of her is completely jet-black. Blacker than anything else and as I’d watched in terror, I also saw that she had long, sharp, pointy nails. As Heather ambled her way past the mist of scarlet, smoked and when she got very nearer, I can see her flowering silk milky white dress as it bleezed slightly against the cool wind. I spotted her face, peering from the darkness over her smooth lips and on her face a stain a running blemish, of blood. She halted in her slow but elegant smooth paste walk and stared down to the ground and as I watched in fear. Still, I wanted to eagerly move but, my body began to tremble how could I, could I bravely leap and climb back up on steering wheel when as I gaze at Heather, who was supposed to be dead! Though on a dark autumn night, here she was, living, breathing very much. Now, I can feel my entire body relaxing again the breaking of cold sweat sunk back inside although, my hand still quivered nonetheless I put them back on the wheel and as Jared adjusted himself in his seat. I guess Jared was beginning to get some fearlessly, it tinkled down all the way and just as he was about to, his foot back on the gear…a big thump a thud, hit on top of his car and for a moment, Jared lifted his head up staring at the ceiling and then it was eerily silent. Then, I hear a rolling above my head, ‘what was something up there’ I asked myself and as I looked to my right side and on the other seat was a box of matches. Jared darted to grab the matches and slide the small pack open, reached for a match and lit it up a flickering light illuminated all around him, but it was dim and only small areas of the car are engulfed in pitch-darkness. Though, as I lifted the light above over my head still the hard, pounding, rolling I followed it, until it, it stopped. Jared waited but then the match went quickly flat, he reached over to grab another match, starching the side when the flame burst to life but, then suddenly a massive BANG which caused the spark to splatter, I jumped out of Jared’s skin and dropping the match on my jeans, I shakily looked up to see what it was…it was a jack’ o lantern lying on top the car, the biggest, round one he’d ever seen and as Jared stared at the pumpkin, the skin appeared to look decomposed, the eyes rotted and the mouth had been chomped around them and it gave him a deep, cold, cold frown. Submersed in complete darkness, I pushed myself forward, my hands on the wheel and glanced straight at it! When a cloud of the red mist glowed and shinned dimly past, Jared sees something odd about its empty hollow vacant sockets. That was when he seen it, a big shadow it was round too, but like a dart it had vanished back to the darkness, of the blank holes. I couldn’t to press my senses across on it, just for a few minutes but then, something breaks my gaze when an, loud.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

My eyes began to shudder, I hesitated, at first to turn the strange tapping, as I reluctantly turned my head round to face the window only to see, just darkness and then the odd beating stopped! Instantly I’d snapped back when a slither, the moving of five pale hands, long, white razor-sharp nails over slicked down the head. Then suddenly, two arms sprouted uprooted upward and as they were as if long, tentacles of a sea monster and a mop of golden hair raised up too, and that’s when I saw. IT WAS HEATHER… Her face looked bloodied, eyes flaring red almost burning against the dark she even appeared paler and under Heather’s shadowy eyelids a line of cracks breaking on her lifeless skin, the wisps of her gorgeous blonde hair had a life of its own as it twirls and twists past her shoulders. She gave me an unnatural wide grin; even as her lids shut up and I can see the red blood shot.

Staring ahead in terror. I trembled like a leaf, now I really must get out of here! Still quivering under darkness, Jared moved speedily grabbing on the gear stick put it into second shift, placing my foot on the second gear and as Jared pressed down, I could hear the engine roar. Which caused Heather to flinch and suddenly her grin began to fade. It became an angary glare shoot through the glass, but as Jared moved to third shift and nearly, just nearly as I was about to reach for the gas and presses hard, but then.

“OOHH, Jared Donavan, you really think you can just escape, me now!” Heather shrieked to anger

“I am only getting started” Heather yellowed, but as I kept on pushing on the gas pedal but, the car didn’t even move an inch. As Heather must have used all her strength to prevent the car to move. Jared continues to push to pedal to urge forward but Heather still in front of me, I had to halt in my struggling getaway. As I could no longer feel that nothing could help to get me anywhere away her, once again, Heather standing in darkness and smiled triumphantly like she successfully got Jared where she had needed him to be…Alone and very afraid. She wanted nothing more in this very moment was to pray on Jared’s fear.

“What is it that you want?” Jared then cried almost crying in such horror. At that moment, Heather’s self-righteous smile fades once again, she almost seemed very sad! for just a second though, as I laid back not fully, not back over the leather. A serene and quiet ghostly silence breeze past the dark elm trees. Whoosh, Whoosh, Woosh. Jared breathed calmly, and as my shoulders rise and shakily down and their Heather stood unmoving, her face still as if frozen but then, she moved her head down towards the floor. She did this for a few minutes, a VERY LONG FEW MINUTES.

Then, as she slowly, slowly lifts her head, but I hear her laughing. Giggling almost Heather had burst into hysterical fits as she guffaw under the moon light. She just laughed and laughed then laughed. Jared sunk behind the wheel, he could nothing but watch her terrible wicked and rotten glee echo through the long endless woods of tall dark prickly tress and the shadows of blackness. At last, her amusement giggles stopped!

She glared right back at me…. An awful glare with such dread on her face just came over her.

“I thought you’d loved me…

Jared, the man I have returned to you.

I was hoping we could start again but, I feel this piercing pain in the middle of my chest, and then I realize. That, I’m dead and as for me…I felt, I felt this massive pain in my chest, and you know what it feels like, it hurts. A lot, a whole lot, and it hurt like a bitch!

You know what I want…Jared! My love! MY LOVE!

Nothing more, more for this Halloween…Is for you, too.

………………DIIIIIIEE!

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHHHHHA

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Chapter One - Dream Date

Eleanora

Finally, it was here Halloween at last it falls on the thirty-first. This One however, comes around and reviving this hollows eve. Every inhabitant resident that’s lived in Mystic Connecticut had, suddenly, changed, once Halloween comes for a midnight bite at their toes. The whole village was captured in a spell, like, the town has been put under. Their maintained lawns are completely transformed into ghoulish graveyards. The ancient tombstones had rouse up on the earthly soil; with rotting human remain draped in crimson covered every olive jade bushes. Just on top are giant cobwebs glittering in the pale ghostly light, in total darkness suspend in the mild air. A gust of wind moves across the white porches, above the decorated ceilings where vampire bats hanging down with their big black eyes glowing in the blackness. However though, on the other side of the street are decaying and rundown mansions, as they loomed but there was one with their solid windows are glowing, crimson shooting past the glass. Others chose to display outdoor lights, sweet pumpkins, as they automatically switch colour. Their where also ghostly ones too, that had hanged over the edge of their roofs shining into the deeply darkly night. At each street porch step facing the white fences a plump, orange jack o' lanterns. Each one carved with a shrill blade. All fixed with permanent grins, and their ample eyes, they stare blanky in the midnight. Shooting out of there obscure eyeballs. A milky yellow flicker of waxed candles burnished. Awaking once again the mighty fiery fury of hollows eve. The radiance of the convex horned moon beams against the deep sapphire water that is surrounding Mystic. It silent and there no, massive surges are splashing like a dozen crystals onto the dark sand. Just a calm night and feeling merely excited, and as tradition to go door to door collecting bags of enjoyable candies, chocolate bars, lollipops and red apples in toffee coating. As cold air blows. Drifting a carmine drape; it was floating in the gust of air. A cloud of grey mist slips through the rose window the long silk of a moon and sun print black curtains.

Creeping into a haunted forest, instead it was of a large bedroom. It was a dark dim room having the wallpaper of a dark misty woods, with naked tress but on the walls are black Victorian photo frames, inside them are finely inked pend Illustrations of gothic dark art, but some others occult alchemy symbols and stunning drawings. Around the massive room all the furniture pieces, is very transparent except, at the open window is a mesh red wine claret winged armchair, prompted near the wide window, but quickly across is a big black dresser on top. Absent from their small cardboard boxes all lined up of small-scale of funko pop vinyl figures, and I mean after all, it is Halloween. I’d heard on the TV; that a mental asylum had accidently let loose some of cinema massacre's little terrors. Jason Voorhees wearing his icon famous hockey mask, holding a bloody drenched machete in hand, Michael Myers in a navy boiler suit with a steak knife, and Carrie a honey blonde wearing her prom dress, her silky light pink silk dress, even with Carrie’s smooth golden hair drips in dark crimson. Then there was Reagan, her bright amber eyes, looking right at you, her blazing ambers glare menacing look and oozing, at the corners the small lips of dripping green vomit seeping off it and onto the white laced collar. Just behind them is a beautiful range of paper bound books with, in between a phoney human skull on top. Pulled up alongside is a lucent red-cherry dressing table. Above is a bevel encircled mirror that limpid on a vanity drawer was raised on squat cabriole legs between the gap in the middle of it, a mesh black cushion chair is placed at the of the dresser.

Sitting their motionless on the soft seat and facing to the vanity mirror. Arms bent outwards and seated on the polished wood, with the elbows are placing at the ends of the lucent cherry table and gazing through at a solid looking glass mirror, a reflection stare backed. A glimpse of a light-toned skin girl, with exquisite long auburn hair as it fells and curls past under her shoulders, Eleanora Thornton, a Mystic high school student, but mostly though, she is a confident reigning queen for the goths. She has an oblong face, thin carrot top eyebrows and gorgeous sapphire eyes and heart-shaped blood-rose lips. Eleanora is a kind and slender, but. Dark, no, no she is defiantly not a blood sucking vampire or a moon hugging werewolf, that was far from the truth, rather that she had loved everything that is spooky. Though having long wavy auburn strands, and her smooth mouths stained in black, painting her rosy lips in a midnight gloss, and selections of lovely mini dresses are, which are not all entirely black, but rather red, white, brown and yellow. Eleanora has been a goth for over five years. It all began when I fell in love with horror movies, with creepy ghouls and undead creatures, the ones in fanfiction stories and films, she guesses that Eleanora was exposed to the dark aesthetic side but feels that she has turned from light to darkness. Also, for her father, is a heavy rock and metal music lover, he would be down in his man cave, booming and blaring Alice Cooper, Metallica, Guns and Roses. What sweet music they made. My childlike self so thoughtfully. Then on that day, Eleanora went out and with all my pocket money, left over from Christmas by her grandparents. Eleanora brought her first spiky choker but, the long silver claws weren’t very long just small. Only just at the age of six and Eleanora felt amazing. She could remember on that day when both of her mum and dad’s jaws immediately dropped, when they captured their little six-year-old Eleanora in the hallway.

She then realized, did she make a terrible mistake and I nearly sobbed, but as she looked up, they’d began to smile and told her on how rocking, and beautiful her choker is and since then. They accepted her, for all her strangeness, individuality she was a beauty queen, but. That all changed when she attended Stonington Middle School. Starting at a brand-new school was terrifying. It was a different atmosphere, new teachers, new students but, for me it felt like I was a small fish swimming in a big pond swarmed with deadly sharks. However, it did not stop her love for the darkness, Eleanora’s style blossomed like a red rose to a morning rose, she returned home back, from a lengthy day of school. Eleanora brought for the first chucky heeled creepers, Eleanora was filled with delight and thrilled. After having them they had lasted her through the entire winter. Though when at, middle school, they did not accept weirdoes in black creepers. However, feeling brave to be totally different, to be unique, she did not pursue any popular trends, like the other school students wearing their expensive designer outfits but, still it was not easy for her to make, a lot of friends, Eleanora was a very terrible shy. It did take her a while but, that was when, in fourth period and in her class, she began to listen intently just behind her desk. Visible whispers and a low giggling of nasty explanations about Eleanora and at that moment she felt her heart sank uncomfortably, then I feel the corners of my eyes to water and that day, was the start of the taunts of school bullies.

Before school could start for the day, Eleanora would walk her usual way and then, unexpectedly, she quickly turned back and saw two female students one had dyed blue hair, but the other had medium brown shade hair with cat green eyes and there were striding just after Eleanora, and they were glaring angrily, right at her. She turns back and continued to walk, but then, a pounding of railing squealing catches up to her, then all the, suddenly. She sensed a touch of two hands grip on her arm, ‘ouch’ Eleanora winced the long fingers wrapped around her. Eleanora glanced back and gasped, she gaped in horror, it was the girl with the dark cat green eyes narrowing madly towards Eleanora and then she began to drag hard down on my arm, and I felt my body bending uncomfortably to the side, pulling me harder and then harder. When Eleanora begun to buckle her knees and tumbled on the charcoal pathway, I could then feel her hands released violently of my arm. Eleanora fell completely faced down, lying totally flat, lashed into the solid path and a huge cramping stabbing gushed on me. Then I sense my pulse starts to become slowly faint, almost breaking down, and as Eleanora try manging to break her eyes wide open, just then a burst of wild childish laughter breeze down rhythmically in the far distance. 

The very next morning, Eleanora is striding casually down in the endless hallway, the soft closing of grey lockers echoed the halls, every student is getting ready for their first periods and then I hear, ‘EW! who did your hair, I would so hate to be a ginger’, ‘Yeah me too, I’d be so disgusted if my mum had red haired and passed it to be, I’d be ashamed’ somebody added nastily and fell into laughter. That was just the beginning when, after lunch the day and is nearly at an end and when I was stirring past the row of lockers when abruptly, Elise Collins, a tall girl having short toned fair-haired and with olive skin and forest green eyes, she asked me to borrow my handbag, which at that moment found very odd, on one had ever asked to use my bag before, especially the one I was holding, though. Eleanora did have a spare on in her locker, thinking nothing of it, Eleanora gave it to Elise, and she turned quickly and walked around the corner of the lockers. Eleanora, thought innocently, that they could need my bag for something special! Once when school was finally over at last, Eleanora is sitting on her bed and scrolling on Instagram, she had made the account only a while ago and it was something of a creative outlook to express and be myself more, until unexpectedly to my shock, she saw a video and to her surprise. To see a black and white printed strip body bag, her bag lay on a rusty ash grill. They a big lighter and a match and then, a soft flame pirouetted upward across her beautiful bag. It became in gulfed to a big bronze glow the black leather turning dark brown at the flickering of the burning flames, at that moment Eleanora grabbed for her pillow and dropped her head into it and burst into tears. The unending hollow of freak, weirdo, nobody likes you why can’t you accept that. It all crammed up into my mind for endless days like it is a constant reminder, I just did not understand what was wrong with me, whenever Eleanora is getting to school it was another roller-coaster ride, a bump after another. Hoping that everything will get better soon, but not as everyday was the exact very same, name calling, tugging my hair back in class and the horrible laughter which become so unbearable to my ears. Wishing that Eleanora could stay at home, just for a day, but it was not option. Soon it got even worse, like even if it could not be, for that her gorgeous auburn hair become the main centre of attention.

Basically, I was sitting at the lunch table in the cafeteria, and I sat alone. Eleanora was hearing giggling in the far distance of the school cafeteria trying to ignore it. Until something cold suddenly poured right down my long hair, it did not take me to long to realize that it was milk! Eleanora peered over her left shoulder and saw a short girl, having navy long jet hair, she had black round glasses, in an iced-blue cheerleading uniform. Glancing at me and told me, with a so not sweet, oops, ‘my bad’. A grin appeared on her face, and she chuckled and smiled triumphantly, proud of what she did. Eleanora feels the cold dripping of the wet white milk, drip off the ends of my hair and I frowned unhappily. She walked away and joined the rest of her squad and I immediately rose and ran leaving my warm tray of food, to go cold. After that incident, I was chased home by the angriest mob, she had ever seen, it was like something out of a Frankenstein movie where she had felt Eleanora was a monster. When Eleanora got home, she began to sob uncontrobely, feeling the corners of her eyes go wet and the tears slowly falling off my cheeks, about an hour later, my parents found me lying on the floor crying and exhausted. She began to them everything that had happened, at first Eleanora was much too scared to tell her mum and dad what did occur today, but I could not conceal my long agonizing pain another moment. After a few minutes just to calm down, they both wrapped themselves around me soothing and gently told me something that I thought I’d never got to hear, Eleanora, every time those voices shooting out horrible names or laughter, you just say to yourself. “Be yourself, don’t take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive” Gerard Way, that was my mum’s favourite singer and now that I hear that, it is like a calm breeze the words felt so comforting, it had made me feel warm and quickly I felt safe again, safe to be me once more.

Until one unexpected day, Eleanora’s life was about to transform. About five weeks later, and she had met an assemble of amazing and unique individuals, they were dressed in head to toe in complete black, blanker than anything else, she could barely imagine in her entire life that she, would have ever meet the traditional goths, their big, jet black frizzy hair, their dark makeup with eyeliner, wearing leather jackets, fishnet tights and other styles of leather jackets but with beautiful gothic patches, that are stitched here and there. When I first set my eyes on them, they were the birth of the 70s punk, Eleanora felt so honored and so humbled, the very first person I had talked to was. A boy with short-cut brunette hair and hazel eyes. He raised his left hand and firmly shook mine; his name was Charlie Hardy. We both to smile at each other. Until Eleanora had discovered a remarkably but, familiar face, she was amazed to see that it was, Maire Underwood. She was once a former cheerleader, only for a few years but, since then she has changed. Her life turned around and she threw her icy pompoms to a side and now turned full goth, she was once a cool ice blond but is now a winter jet black. Maire, Charlie and Eleanora soon developed a close friendship, that would last forever. At the beginning I was alone, a lost soul trapped in a very dark place when at last a shimmer of bright light, appeared and I had realized, maybe I am not the only one after all.

About a week later we got invitations written in fake-blood, of course. My heart is thrilled when I got invited by the romantic goths, the romantic is more on the loving side but to me, they were equally as royalty and they were beautiful, but focus and drawn to the dark things of life such as graveyards, the moonlight, ravens and dead roses. It was so kind of them to invite us to the Elm Grove cemetery which was on the outskirts of town. A splendid resting place for the ones that already have passed over, they were our beloved loved ones once. I always found that place very sleepy quiet, where the sky is a blue and pink casting and blending in perfectly as if dawn is setting in, in Mystic. As we went inside past the giant stoned gate, she listened carefully to the rustling in the large pine trees, but as the warm rays of sunlight dimly streamed through the thick dark green leaves, Eleanora and the other goths started strolling along the sandy stony path when we came to abrupt halt. When we spotted up the path, we then saw three silent figures standing with their backs turned toward us, but as we approached them slowly. All three whirl their heads around and stared a boy, he stood at about average height with curly black hair, light indigo eyes and was dressed in a flawless black velvet buttoned loose-fit long-sleeved shirt, black trousers and right, on the shirt is a red diamond brooch on him.

His name is Sean MacBride. He stood casually arms folded, next to him where two other girls, one tall with very long, dark brunette hair but tinted at the bottom where bleached highlights, Ivy Green, she was always in my maths class. Adored in a stunning floor-length hourglass gown which looked exquisite, it even fitted her like a glove it even was in a bloodlust red at the bottom of, is black, too. Across her long, slender neck, a lacy choker with black stones dangling on her glowing skin. But the other girl was much shorter than the other two. Jade Frost, she had the coolest silver eyes, as they resembled as a wolf’s stare, I could just imagine her at this moment, staying up all night and start howling at the moon and not caring when the sun was going to rise, but they were cold and dark and having her black wavy hair flowing under her shoulders, she wore a white long dress with ruffled sleeves. Across Jade’s face was a stunning Colombina Barocco Silver White Masquerade Mask. In the air the wind was picking up a sweet strawberry perfume of roses. I can then feel the curling of late autumn leaves, cutting under at the palms of my hands as they fall one by one off the branches of the rows of old ancient pine trees and weeping willows still looming over us.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Elm Grove cemetery. It gives me such delight to meet you all” said Sean in a charming and pleasant tone. He sounded so courtly like something out of a different century.

Eleanora must have forgotten. It sounded so old fashion. Which she had forget too, that the romantic goths loved gothic poetry, I mean, I cannot blame them for their fondness and affection. Eleanora replies.

“I am really glad to meet you, all as well”. After a few minutes, we all got together, and we all made our way through the giant cemetery. Eleanora could not believe on how beautiful the graveyard looked in autumn. No matter what the day, week, or whatever month it was, Eleanora stroked the ground was soft and green, instantly she saw something long, thin and covered in dirt sprouting above onto the earth.

Which was a worm with muck casing its slender body, it moved around the mud very slowly then in a second it sinks back into the earth. “We’re just about to make some pot of tea” Ivy said with a chuckle.

“What! Come on Ivy isn’t this like our sixth tub of tea already today” said Vlad raising his eyebrow to Ivy, still continued to smile not caring what at all.

“Well, I am sure, that our lovely guests here would love to have some of our warm tea” said Vlad once again crossing his arms back, at that moment Ivy turned to him.

“Oh-why-yes of course, please do excuse me,” said Ivy. So, Ivy walks away and vanishes behind the pines. “I’d just wanted to say, thanks for inviting us to your tea party, it’s just so madly magical,” I said. “We’ve been planning this for a while, we don’t have much time here,” said Vlad, but Vlad's tone was glum as his smile fades. “But we only come here once a year. After, “he paused. “A-after,” trying to get the words out but Vlad cuts her off, "After, the entire cheerleading and football team came and ruined it." Vlad murmured. “It had taken us almost a year to fix this cemetery, we had to skip school trips just to fix this area back together, another whole month to grow back every beautiful flower, of every kind, in this graveyard," Vlad then paused. "But we did get help from the rest of our community,” said Jade abruptly. “I mean what about, the massive oak tree,” said Maire. “Well, that’s the last thing to worry about, as it was never touched. They say that our oak tree is haunted! quite foolish is not it, Vlad laughed. This awful and horrific story started when a frat boy fell of the trail from his group, he had become lost inside the largest forests of Mystic, he walked for miles of trees, tress and tress. When he saw that the moon is full, and a white beamed down on a giant magnificent oak tree.

It was at the centre of the shadowy woods. Swarmed with dark tress, his eyes fixed on the oak like a jewel thief had happened upon a lavishing diamond. He froze. He stared at it almost fascinated, as if he had never seen an oak in his whole life, almost easily being taken by it. It was so far away from the others, as they looked like dark shadows completely sombre. Something about that, oak tree made it stand out from the rest of them. Maybe those faded brown leaves, dipped in blood are blowing through the nippy air, floating in the midnight sky. As he stood for what seemed like an hour, continuing to stare, eyes growing wider. The black eyes expand in the bright light of the moon glistening his sapphire eyes brightly. Until he unstiffens and finally, he would step forward but only for a few inches, though they were large steps forwards. Until he unstiffens and advanced his way past the perennial ryegrass.

That was going to be his biggest mistake. As he got closer to the tree, still eyes wide and locked on its gripping crimson beauty. Then the tall dark trees were swiping of its spindly branches and with the red leaves brushing in the wind, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, then, suddenly moving out his arm forward, and slowly stretching wide his long fingers onto the leaves. When the fingertips touched the leaf, then the brushing, stopped! The gust of the air died down and the night become ghostly quiet, for a moment and the Justin, a honey blonde, hazel eye boy, was not even sure what was going on and he still had his hand on the crimson leaf. Until a very faint. SNAP! The boy spun his head round, but when he did. It was only to a hole of darkness, with the rows of pines wrapping around the thick blackness, soon he had ignored it and turned back to the tree. There it was again. SNAP! It happened again. When he whirled back.  Nothing there. Justin took a deep breath and got focusing back on to the oak, once again. SSNNAPPPPP!!!!! The noise made him jumped out of his skin and he whirled around, there was nothing, only the moonless darkness, but then, Justin heart began to hammer as he tried to stare through the thick blackness of the night. When it became quiet again, he had immediately gone back on over to the oak and with his hand which is still imposed on the blood arrowhead. Everything around him is silent, dead silent, at that moment he become motionless.

Nothing was going to happen. When, a quiet rustling was moving slowly underneath him. He did not look down! instead, keeping his head raised and the eyes gaze on the tree. Completely as if been put under a spell, a powerful force is drawing him near and nearer to the tree! Is somebody or something just waiting for him on the other side. Until something hard and wooden came tugging at the bottom of his jeans, Finally, taking his eyes off, off onto the ground and to his horror! he saw a tree branch, it was curling around the dark denim. Straight away of the boy's eyebrows rose, instantly there is a look of fear. His eyes began to bulge out of its sockets almost about to burst, at that moment he could feel his teeth chattering. Until the thick and heavy branch started up its way onto him and began to crawl slowly up, up and up. Carefully wrapped around his stomach, then making its way up to his strong shoulders and then roping around, his thick neck. The boy wanted to scream but he could not as his throat begin to squeeze tightly around him. His voice became raspy and wheezy, trying to get the any words out. Only the sound of frosty air could be heard from the boy's lips. Abruptly the whole brunch started to pull him up and he popped open his eyes. The night sky was even more divine especially on this midnight. Though the moon shone more on this night on the boy could not escape the horrors he is facing. His heart was still pounding and his body shaking uncontrollably like a leaf, Justin tried to loosen the branch as it snaked around him, but then the wooden grips were just too strong for him. He returned his attention back on the tree and now looking up closer. Every leaf rustled, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. He looked down then, saw, the branchlets extending wide and spreading onward.

He gasped. The tree branches started separating. As it then spread, the entire trunk moved, and he had expected to see a white glow radiation like a glowing portal. After a silent moment, and then the tree suddenly became a statue. Then he felt a slight loosening of the long branch. Justin calmed as he could get some oxygen, however it roped him once again. As my throat feels raspier. Although he can freely move his neck, locked tight in the arm of the branch, and as Justin looked up and there, a hollow pitch darkness, the deepest depths of blackness he could ever stare at. A few minutes nothing happened and feeling scared enough, until. He saw it, something, or somebody in the total darkness, when it emerged. A small figure it lingered forward. Emerging behind the naked branch was a blonde boy Justin squinted his eyes through the darkness, and then, his light brown eyes are shot with fear. Inside the tree, every limb, every leaf but, something else as well. Sitting there, above the boy she looked much older than the young boy, adorned in an electric blue dress. I felt my stomach bubbling up with trembling fear. Then, the boy, began to stand slowly, slowly up, which made my legs go totally ice cold. I feel a cold breeze slip down my spine when he sees his skin. It looked abnormally pale, with dark black rings under them. When he realized at that moment, the boy and the girl, both, had competently, jet black eyes. Justin gulped hard, he could feel the beads of sweat sweep over his forehead and as Justin gazed back. They are glancing right back at him. They caught him gawking at them, at that very second, the girl and boy both then started to smile an unnatural grin on their faces. My heart then dropped. They’re abnormal smiles look cold and dead expression and expressionless, the eyes were looking as if, straight into my soul. Justin made that mistake of taking his eyes off them. Continued to look, until he caught a glimpse at the corner his eye and saw, a glimmer of something sharp and lying there on the branch when instantly, the black eye boy picked it right up, off the leaved branch, no longer invisible. My heart is beating almost out of my chest and that was when, he saw it, that it was of, an axe.

When I took my eyes off the boy and saw that the golden fair-haired girl, sitting there like a queen on the wooden wing treating it as if a throne. With her elegant electric blue day-dress, which looked like a Victorian period, Justin could not see her face entirely since it was in darkness. All the sudden, she leaned forward carefully, and my heart is beating, faster and faster than ever before. Justin’s jaw suddenly dropped when he saw the girl’s lips are stained in. Wet-BLOOD. Blood. The word screamed in my head, as it was dribbling off her. Drip, drip, drip, sprinkling off on the dark grass. Even with my staring at them was not making things better neither, by the hour trying desperately to try and wiggle free but to my failure, I am caught in the spiders’ web. Then the girl stood up too, and my gaze at the fair-haired left arm. Which was behind her back when she did reveal of that of a severed head. At this very moment I wanted to throw up, it was Alexia Bullwinkle, the cheerleaders captain and a good friend was now all limp. Those evil monsters! How could they do this. Justin helplessly stared, but he could not help but stare, looking right at her lifeless head, the strands of chocolate curls falling in the air and her mouth unresponsive, but the tongue was still inside. A flow of red blood running down her dyed pink roots, what scared me at that second was her alluring green eyes. They were a couple of obscure crimson holes, empty, exactly like the boy and the girl were. Did they scoop them out? like it was ice cream, but rather torn as if ripped out entirely, developing the coldest chill up along both of his arms and then, suddenly, coming over towards him. Justin instantly closed his eyes shut and grinded hard on his teeth. In a second the bloody head began to fall slowly out of the solid black eyes of the girl, her pale iced cold hands and the head began to roll, roll down onto the greenery.

Walking confidently down the dim corridor and Eleanora unsurprised of seeing those familiar faces. All grown up, quiet chattering in big groups. Eleanora, the petite flaming red-haired high school student strides down the endless hallway when abruptly, she remembered that it was back at the last twilight. She looks on back that nippy evening when she was at home and it was a full moon night, a good time to heal all the wounds. A perfect time to discover the odd and the peculiar, Eleanora started using for the first time, tarot cards, my mum told me that I should never play with evil but, as she shuffled them around on her table in her bedroom in the dim, she had carefully placed one down and then the next, then the next one after. After a minute of doing this, they started to open a door for her once she began to unfold them. Now that it is the next day and thought back to the ones that she had used the night before, it was laid out in front of her and as predicted, everyone was staring at her.

She was unfazed by their evil stares, gazing at Eleanora like she had done something harmful. I took a deep breath and closed her eyes, for a moment I cracked them back open, then I lifted my head like a powerful Queen when little rays of light are cascading, as though by magic. As if, I am wearing a jewellike crown over my head. However, I only conjured that, in my mind. I mean, Eleanora is indeed the queen and as she kept on strolling through the endless corridors wearing dark velvet, Dolls Kill, high chunky platforms and hanging off them of silver N' cross accents. The echoes of click clanking of heels against the marble flooring and as I am just about to turn the corner, that is when I had, accidently bumped into him. He was around about my age, attends the same high school, too. He was handsomely lanky, his complexion was a ghostly pale, and his hair were jet-black was shoulder-length, which that is unkept, he had those gorgeous lapzil eyes and he was very slim build but not too skinny and instantly I knew at that moment, my heart was skipping a beat, wait! what! My heart fluttering, she did not predict this at all, you will find love when you least not know it, one of the cards stated. I mean, we’ve have been best friends ever since kindergarten, I had just turned seven and he saved me, resecuring her from a group of immature girls, who were hissing and spitting across the sand box and thinking that it was never going to end. Then, someone showed behind the playground swings in high-top red converse came running and jumped into the box deep into the dark yellow sand, and Eleanora saw that it was Jared. I could not think of what ever happened next but, he was my hero.

As the time passed and quickly learned that he too, is a goth exactly like Eleanora! She is indeed a queen after all, since she had found last week that she is to rule a dark reign among the goths. Although needing a king at her side. She finally found her dark angel at last; Eleanora had never given a thought about it, she never had the thought about finding love ever especially with anyone or anybody, she never taken a glance at any smoke hot boys, well, Eleanora did, though they would always turn her down in a minute. It was simply because, she is a red haired or perhaps a ginger and no boys in her school would never go out with a ginger, the other reason was easy, they weren’t interested, and they would probably find Eleanora incredibly boring until now! and as she continued getting ready underneath the big vanity mirror of her red cherry wood dresser. Expecting to see a range of her expensive designer makeup displaying along the red table but surprisingly. A layout of very coloured candles casting long shadows along the walls, in the middle of the table was an old wooden box, of a walnut wood, a rusty golden metal decoration all around it. Inside this crate of abundance of dried herbs, dead flowers in corked glass bottles, crystals such as a bloodstone, lapis lazuli and the essential oils like Lavender. At the bottom of the box was a Raspberry Leaf, then Rosemary directly from my garden. Beside her, a large black makeup bag and as Eleanora began to unzip and withdraw a long onyx eyeshadow brush. As she added an extra layer of smoky eye, smearing across my smooth lips a dark rouge saint Laurent blood-red lipstick, my mouth felt like it is dripping of crimson, so blood licking she thought. As if began burning its beauty consuming from within it against my lips. Over an hour of transformation, she saw back, glancing at my own reflection, Eleanora is astonished, feeling more stunned she could not believe her eyes, on what stared back at her.

Eleanora rose off her soft chair away from full view. Still was in disbelief on how glamorous she was. My light-toned complexion was even lighter, her lips are ruby, the mascara was black and fuller. Eleanora is wearing a sexy long lace, sheer flare sleeves crop top, with a spaghetti black top under it, having a translucent ruffled trim skirt with a skater also placed there. Eleanora’s gloomy glam, of platform punk creepers, with fishnet ankle socks. As she straightens her black leather four-layer collar choker in the mirror. Eleanora admires the long copper hair, in the thick mirror, they pass down her shoulders, curling at the bottom like red rose, when something rather odd happens. A smile came over her face, like the kind you do not ever see from goth girls, some people might say, goths don’t smile well, we do smile. The room completely silent, but all the sudden my cheerful smile is whipped off when a shuddering of a loud, BANG. Made Eleanora jumped out of her skin. When another big, huge, BANG, she started to get a biting chill prickling up along her arms, as she stood there, but then, BANG, she whirled back around to see my wide window, the long curtain blowing slowly.

I feel all my hairs stand up on ends and a cold chill slip up my spine. The crashing was much more aggressive now. Then perceive a cry that was other-worldly, it did not sound human like at all through the thick glass. Finally, Eleanora pulled back the curtain and to her surprise! That it was just a branch hitting against her window and with a cool sigh, and as she went back to the dresser, but she halted. Eleanora heard, another creak but, it was outside her bedroom door, she froze for a second. Then, now, heavy and loud footsteps striding in the darkness. Going boom, boom, boom. A moment of silence fell in the dark room, she tried to remain still and quiet, but her eyes were fixed at her door, rather the doorknob, then she sees the handle turning. Her door then creaked opened. Eleanora's hands began quivering. Eleanora ran fast back to her bed and now, until a big thump, at that moment she could feel her heart exploded, she still froze at beside her bed. Then Eleanora slowly turned back, and the door was open, fully, A small bright light was moving past the open door, and she saw a tall, long black figure. Eleanora squinted her eyes through the darkness, when she was hit with a warmth sense against Eleanora pale skin. When a flame was coming… coming... closer and closer, and then Eleanora’s heart sank.

She looked up quickly and then light formed into a single, white candle a flame and as it lowered below her face, Eleanora feels her cheeks going torrid. Finally! she makes out, who was there and then for an instance, I knew exactly who it is! seeing beyond the draped shadows. That it’s only her older sister, Claire. The candle is luminating her face, glowing up her flawless complexion. She was a princess Arial, long velvet hair, stunning Caribbean blue eyes and a round shape face, Eleanora then noticed that Claire adorned as a Día de Muertos dress, her whole face painted in a sugar skull, she looked spooky-splendid having black fine detail, wearing a perfectly fitted slim KIllstar maxi decelerated dress, Victorian dark lace, the stunning strap detail on the neckline, also matching a modesty lining on the waist, and bust. A pair of shiny pointed toe Stilettos heels and her straight ruby hair was braided and staring at the curls, looking as if like blood-red roses. Eleanora darted to her bedside lamp and switched it on and as the light blared, but not overly bright and the room looked dark, at last Eleanora becomes steady and soon her heart slowly eases.

"What are you doing sitting in the dark?" putting down the candelabra beside the dresser and sat down on the edge of my bed, Eleanora then settled next to her, she crossed her arms and legs. There is a pause between the two sisters and as the silence breaks in.

"I like, sitting in the dark, its more soothing," I said in a low deep tone.

"Oh, okay, that sounds rather pleasant," she said, but Eleanora rolls her eyes.

"Anyways, he should be here soon, I hope he isn't running late," I said with an anxious tone. As I took my eyes off the window, and I stare down to the floor and feeling sombre. Then Eleanora notices her sister puts both of her hands, as they were in a long black glove, she placed them over my shoulder, and I instantly glance up.

"You'll be fine sis, I’m absolutely sure tonight, will be dark and romantic for sure," she said with a reassuring look, and I smiled back at her.

"I think he'll take you over to a creepy cemetery, or maybe, maybe to a forbidden forest and underneath an orange oak tree, you'll have a picnic together. Oh wait. Then make-out in an abandon mansion," she said as we'd both burst out laughing.

"WOW, Okay, this is our very first date, we're not going that fast," I said. But for a long thoughtful moment, I did have a thought about it, it had been playing on my mind all day, what if, he, he does try to kiss me? I then felt a bag of dancing spiders jumping in my stomach. Eleanora picks up her head and starts to feel sombre again.

"Claire," I pause and as Eleanora stared back to her sister. "What if, he tries to kiss me, what should I do, I mean, I’ve never been kissed before I’m just," my throat is feeling croaky.

"Well… If he thinks about moving his move on you, make sure to take a breath afterwards, trust me," she said.

"Although I do not think you should, must worry too much, just enjoy the moment between the two of you, because it will not last, forever. She then added.

Eleanora rose from my bed and walk straight to my dresser. On the table is the gold candle holder, I had noticed that it had with a low flame had not it moved at least, but for over an hour the flame hardly even flinched, it was still against the wind. Then Eleanora goes over the dresser and as she pulled from the bottom draw a small, glass bottle that was labelled and written in very fancy writing on it, inside the bottle is a melted fluent, in a purest gold, Eleanora then removed the cork of the bottle, and then she brings it down towards her lips and took a whole gulp of it, taking every drop of it.

"Is that one of your newest potions, you'd just created?" asked Claire still crossed legged on the bed, but she had unfolded her arms.

"Is that what it called, potions. I mean, isn’t it just, quite strange on how ever since I was just a little girl, I could do all that and even look longing at the moon for hours," I said. Claire did not replay to my unanswered question, instead slips her black laced gloves as they stretched past the elbows.

"I got to admit Eleanora, but I really don't know why, but we would never judge you, Eleanora." she said with a pleasant smile. I took a breath and took a step forward towards the mirror and began staring once again, at the copper gold candle holder, with its tall, wax, candle. Eleanora stare down at it, the huge low flame was even brighter amber, I feel my eyes bore into the small yellow glow, Unexpectedly, the flickering flame began to, move, I nearly jumped out of my skin, and my eyes widen in surprise, when she feels no gust of air in her room.

"What the-," Eleanora stopped mid sentences and placed her hand over her chest. It got even stranger. When my eyes are glued to the red flame like both of my eyes are catching fire, though for some reason, Eleanora lifted her left hand and loomed across from it. Over the wax light I felt a warm heat source off it. Behind it was another white, waxed candle and swiftly as if instructed, they all ignited and sparked on fire! Eleanora jumped back with a loud yelp and quickly pull my hand away.

"What the bloody-hell was that" she exclaimed.

Then abruptly Eleanora and Clair heard somebody running outside the hall and then into her bedroom. She turned to the front door and sees in the doorway is a boy, he was about average height, with carrot top frizzy hair, a round face and light chestnut eyes. He was not wearing a spooky Halloween costume like Claire, which surprised me at first, but instead. In having a plain orange t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and a black beanie. Bill Thornton, he was a skater, going to parks, riding with his skateboard and hanging out with his good friends and always creates a fire blaze along the skating ramp. Eleanora and Claire both looked up at him, then we notice he had a first aid plaster on his nose. "Bill, you’re not wearing your Halloween costume, you’re going to Colby's house tonight for that party,” Claire said. At first, he does not say a word to her, then Eleanora and Claire both exchange glances with Bill, as he slips both of his hands behind the back pockets of his ripped denim jeans and stared down to the floor.

"Don't tell me that they've cancelled on you," she yelled in a trice voice and raised off the bed. She stood up, in front of him.

"Well," he begins with a huge gulp. “David and Scott had grounded for two months, so it seems that I can't go tonight" he admits. Although, me and Claire are after all being sisters, we know that Bill has been up to no good, and are starting to doubt, but I did not know what to expect from my sister and who knows fully-well that they are something odd for this postpone, of the party of Halloween.

"I mean that sounds really odd they're grounded, what is the reasoning for this," Claire's blue eyes creates massive tidal waves. "Is there more to than to this, that I don't know." Her eyes narrow. Bill went flustered. "It's not anything bad, it is just, Max and Colby got into a big fight back at the park today," he said removing his hands from the back pockets.

"What! about?" she asked him. Bill shrugs his shoulders and looks down at the floor once more and as Claire walks up to our troubling brother, with a serious expression and Bill instantly puts down his left hand, Bill's cheeks go quickly icy cold. Eleanora remained herself at her dresser and watching the blazing candle, go dim.

"Alright! Fine! over a packet of cocaine," he said, which caused both of the girls to jaws drop. Was Bill taking drugs? I could not have imagined seeing him take any types of substances, Eleanora has known him all her life and ever since the day she was born into this family and for Bill, doing anything like that. Although, she knows he can get very extremely stressed at school, especially with homework which me and Claire must help him out on sometimes.

"Please, don't tell me, you’ve started taking drugs and those dangerous stuff, if you are, I am telling mum," Claire's eyes get redder. Her face is filled with strong rage. I could see little drops of water pouring down Bill’s worried face.

"No, of course not, but the boys got into a fight as one of David's friends is passing them around to each other, soon Colby felt forced to take one, he turned it down, but they didn't seem to like that," he said sombrely.

"So, everyone got into a big struggle and then Colby punched David's friend, but David was really angary and then hit him across the nose," he continued with, whilst Claire is giving him a look for concern.

"What happened? How where they punished?" Claire then asked.

"I saw that they're grandfather and grandmother walking in the park that afternoon, with the both of them witnessing to it all, eventually confessed about the drugs," Finally. Bill takes a breath and Claire soon relaxed and sighed. Bill was going to binge horror movies all night, eat popcorn, drink gingerroot bear and then go straight to bed. However, mum and dad are going out this evening, but tells them, that dad is staying in. Because he had to catch up on work. Still, mum is heading out with all her friends, all wearing black pointy hats, long witchy black flowering capes, grabbing wooden broom sticks. Flying on over to the witches’ paddle, Eleanora then thought about Claire. Hoping. She was not thinking about going to cancel on her date tonight, there is to be a party too, which I knew and that she had been waiting to go on. Claire had been talking about it, for weeks, Jake Clarkson, her attractive beau. Eleanora certainly hoped that Claire and Jake where still going. Though, in a few minutes hoping and expecting to see, Jared, he was going to pick up Eleanora at any time now, she had been thinking for over than last twenty-four hours thinking nothing but him. It makes my stomach flutter with a million butterflies.

Everything was ghostly-quiet. Claire and Bill departed from her bedroom and Eleanora sitting at the dresser, the chiming of the old grandfather clock, outside in the dim hall. When a voice is calling from the darkness, "EL-ENA-AROA," It was mum, Eleanora then rose quickly. She darted to the door, for a moment. She froze once again; Eleanora felt a swept of fear. Should I be afraid right now, but about what? I mean, this is just a date but, not just any date, it’s her dream date, Jared Donovan, and the night is fast and whatever could happen, but nothing bad was ever going to happen, although. At this moment Eleanora might be thinking this and soon, she will feel the true terror of Halloween. As she is adjusting the silver strap and at last wrapped it around her shoulder.

"Eleanora. He is here," Inna yelled once again.

Eleanora took another deep breath.

"Okay, I’m coming.

I hope you've enjoyed chapter one of my first book. Please comment and like it too, also give me feedback on what was good and excellent about the book or the first chapter and what should I do even better to improve my writing skills which is not totally perfect, not my best as I found it hard to make my spelling and grammar for years now but don't worry I am planning on going back to college to study English spelling and hopefully I'll get ten time better at my creative writing.

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A Witch First Kiss (A young adult book 12-18)

A love that becomes too deadly…

High school, student Eleanora Thornton is asked out on a romantic date tonight. That handsome man is, Jared Donavan takes her to a beautiful and lavish restaurant, or so she thinks, in the their tiny, isolated island town of Nantucket, Massachusetts…This will be Eleanora's first ever date…but it won't be her very last.

Eleanora Thornton: Kind and beautiful, the Gothic princess with a love, for occult also magic and soon discovers an awful secret, that will change everything, everything that she thought she knew. Jared Donavan: Tall dark and attractive. A good friend of Eleanora's who couldn't resists on taking her on a date…But soon he falls in death.

The moon is full, glowing in a ghostly white and every little child in Massachusetts is dressed up in spooky costumes, their where smiles. Happy laughter filling the town, but soon a fire will burn in wet blood.

This is a young adult novel between the ages of 14 and 18 years old.