That night I found it hard to sleep, I was so excited about the possibility of James spending the night. The possibilities in a sleep over are always endless. The normal day to day rules don’t apply, during a sleep over anything goes. It’s true, it’s an unwritten, unmentioned, never talked about law; that when there is a sleepover there are no rules. I swear to god!
Images of James were permanently etched into my subconscious, I couldn’t think of anything else. How great was he? He was beautiful, witty, smart, pro at Halo, and Sexy! That’s a whole other word from beautiful, so I’m not repeating myself. Recalling the sweet smell of his hair, and the wondrous feel of his silky chest. God, I hoped he wore a similar outfit tomorrow! I needed another chance to be able to feel the rest of him through that fabric. It was indescribable.
The next morning was bright and warm. I cold feel the suns rays beating down on me through the window It felt good, comforting in a way. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing for them to adjust to the sun. A smile formed on my face, as I still thought of the night ahead of me. I gave a long lazy stretch, allowing my uh, past time, to stretch out as well. The morning attention was always a challenge. The temptation was always there, hehe literally. But that’s okay maybe James will relieve me later, oh god I wish!
I got myself into an upright position, and slipped on some socks. From there, I cruised over to the bathroom to empty my aching bladder. God, this bathroom was a mess, I’m going to have to give it a clean after breakfast. I flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash my hands, and than face. After doing so, feeling refreshed from the warm water now dripping off my chin, and reaching to get a towel. As I dried my face, and hands, in the corner of my eye I thought I saw something near the bath tub. I glanced over in that direction, but nothing was there. So I shrugged it off and brought my attention back to the mirror, so I could brush my teeth. Before I could open the medicine cabinet in behind the mirror, something caught my attention. Something behind me. Checking behind me, with nothing to speak of I turned back. There, directly behind me; in the mirror. I froze, the room went dark, with only the glow of the object behind me. I couldn’t make it out at first, but as I stared it became more clear. It was the figure of what seemed to be a boy, maybe my age. But something was off, his face was too blurry to make out. All I could see were the eyes, which shone in crystal clarity. They were a blood red, with a black centre in the shape of a V. It’s stare stabbed right through your soul. The feeling was indescribable, my body created a chill of goose bumps through out my entire self not knowing what else to do. The longer I was stuck in this situation, the more that became visible. It was definitely a boy no older than sixteen, his face was pale and scarred. Dried blood was visible in his scruffed up hair, as well as an open lesion diagonally up his neck, which oozed with thick puss and blood. I was somehow mesmerized, his stare seemed to be holding me. A smell began to fill my nostrils, it stunk so bad I could taste it. The smell of wrought and decay. As this happened he began to move towards me, I could see his arms rising and his lips part and widen. His teeth weren’t right, they were jagged and sharp. His fingers were long and pointed with what appeared to be claws. I couldn’t take it, I had to get out of here! Oh dear god I had to move. I could feel the adrenaline begin to rush through my veins as, my body still refused to budge. He was getting closer, ‘GOD HELP ME!!!’ I couldn’t even scream. Only my thoughts were with me. I managed to close my eyes, and as I did so my body regained motor function, and out of pure instinct I lunged backwards.
I found myself on the floor of the bathroom. It was wet, and steam was building on the mirror once more. The faucet was running on full overflowing the sink. It was seeping to the floor on top of the towel beneath the sink. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t think clearly. What had happened? Did I dream it all? I couldn’t bring myself to come to terms with what I had seen and smelt. It wasn’t possible to smell something like that in a dream. Or at least I didn’t think so. I could still feel my heart beat a thousand times a minute, it felt almost as if it was going to leap right out of my chest. Remembering that horrific odor, and the taste it left in my mouth made my stomach feel nauseous. Oh god, I was going to throw up! I struggled to me knees as, a raced to the toilet. Lifting the lid and instantly feeling the burn in my throat. Than all I could feel was relief, the coolness at my face. I didn’t let out much more than a cups worth of fluid, than dry heaved until I could do no more. Flushing once more, I curled up on the floor. I couldn’t hold it back, it came from no where. My body was so full of emotion all I could do was cry.
Several minutes later, I gained the control to raise to my feet. I turned off the tap, and soaked as much of the water up as I could with the soaking towel, than went to the hall where there was a mop and bucket. After cleaning everything up, I wrung out the towel, and threw it down the laundry chute. I splashed my face with cold water this time, to remove any visible signs of tears. Than, I returned to my room to get dressed. I threw on a pair of plain black sweats and a red t-shirt, followed by a dry pair of socks. In the attempt to bury the thoughts of what had happened just moments ago, I decided it best to just go for some breakfast and think of James. That should do it, I hope.
Moments later, downstairs in the kitchen. I had gotten out a bowl and filled it with a mound of Count Chocula, and drenched it in milk. I sat at the kitchen table in silence, as my mom soundly tidied up randomly around the kitchen. My Dad had gone out for a day of golf with his new boss. I thought it strange seeing as my Dad had never really liked golf. But I guess he was at the boss’s pet stage, at the moment. My cereal was getting soggy, and my milk was completely chocolate now. My attempts to drown out the images in my head were easier said than done. The boy’s face taunted me. It wasn’t the teeth, blood, or even the claws. It was the actual face. What had happened to that boy? Was he a ghost, some kind of monster? Was he even real, or was he a figment of my overactive imagination. The face seemed so tormented. Like he wasn’t there to hurt me so much as tell me something. Ghosts couldn’t hurt you anyway, at least I hope that part of what my parents told me was true. Maybe it was my imagination, it could be possible for me to have been so excited about tonight that I didn’t sleep as well as I should have. Therefore leaving me half asleep, and my subconscious cooked it up for my enjoyment.
“Adrian?”
“Huh?? Oh, yea Mom?” I was forced out of my thoughts; probably for the better.
“You alright there Hun?” Her face seemed troubled, and anxious for a real answer.
“Yup, I guess I didn’t sleep to well last night. Still getting used to the noises here.” I faked a smile in her favor.
“Yea, this place does make strange noises at night. But I find the noises outside to be more distracting. Those damn wolves scare me to death.”
“I find the fact that there are wolves so close to our back yard to be awesome! I love hearing the howling.” I said smiling at her.
“Well, you’re warped. It’s still creepy.”
“If you think about it, wouldn’t you be more afraid if you couldn’t hear them? You know that they are out there, and at least if you hear them howling you know where they are.” I was proud of that analysis.
“You bring a good point. I guess I’ll adjust eventually.”
“Oh by the way, do you think it would be cool if James spent the night tonight?”
“I’m not sure how cool it would be. But I think it’s a good idea. Your anti-socialism has to end sometime. It’s just weird seeing you cooped up in the house all the time.”
“Sweet! Thanks Mom!”
“It’s Cool.” She smiled, trying not to giggle actually. “So, when is he coming by? Will he be here for supper?”
“I don’t know yet, I’m supposed to go over there around 2 to see what his parents said.”
“Ok, just let me know when you find out. That way I can set an extra plate for dinner or something.”
“Sure thing Mom.” I agreed, and continued to eat my ripened breakfast.
Time had seemed to go by so slow that day. I really should have tried to sleep in. Waking up at 9a.m. on a Saturday should be illegal. I think it’s actually against every teenage code everywhere. But by the time 2 came, I was in a panic. I wasn’t sure if I should have showered first, or if I should wait until later so I smelt fresh, or if I should change. Crap, it’s almost two, I should have thought about this stuff a lot earlier. Screw it, I’ll just go as is. So I slid on my shoes and headed across the yard towards James house. As I approached the house, I found myself in yet another predicament. Is it rude to knock on the back door? Should I go around to the front? Crap, why was this bothering me!
“Hi Adrian!” I heard from beside me, when I turned my head to look there was James walking towards me from the ditch that separated our yards. Thank god, I was in the midst of a panic attack.
“Hey James! What’s the verdict?” I asked happily, while looking at James who was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
“They said it’s alright as long as your parents were cool with it.”
“Yup, my moms definitely Cool with it.” I grinned to myself.
“Score! So what do you want to do later?” He asked looking as excited as I was attempting to hide.
“I dunno, what do you like to do?”
“Well that’s not fair! I kinda asked you first!” he giggled.
“Ummmmm, how about we just rough it and see what happens?”
“Agreed, it’s probably for the better, plans never work out as…… well planned.”
“Haha, that is so true. When I lived back in Toronto; I had been planning out this awesome day with a friend. We were SUPPOSED to hop a bus downtown and chill outside the MuchMusic building where Usher was being interviewed and after going to have an outdoor mini concert for free. Than we were meant to hop a bus down to Angelo’s for some amazing eats followed by a movie. But instead, we hopped a bus got lost on the way, ended up on the opposite side of Toronto where I lost my wallet. Which also had my friend Pete’s cash in it too, so we were both screwed. So we walked three or four miles until we finally found someone that would give us a quarter so we can call my Dad to bring us home. We didn’t get back until 11:30 that night, and my Dad didn’t trust me to go anywhere by myself for a month. It sucked.”
“To make a long story short, you’re a moron…” James was smiling, while backing up slowly.
“Excuse me? You didn’t just say what I think you said!”
“And if I did?”
“Than you better back up a little faster than you already are!” I smiled at him, as he turned to run.
“MORON!!!!!” He giggled as he leaped across the ditch. I mimicked his steps until ready to make my move. I think he caught on to my strategy, because he was zig-zagging everywhere which made it near impossible to jump at him. Eventually; as we were approaching the ditch once more, I found my opportunity and went for it. I threw myself towards him. Little did I realize he zagged instead of the zig I was expecting. Which in turn mad me head-over-hill down into the ditch which was filled several inches with cold disgusting water. I could feel my clothes become wet as the splash of dirty water contributed to my embarrassment. Than I heard James; well the psychotic cackle of that blared out of James, like a nitrous induced hyena at a Steven Lynch Concert.
“Shut up!” I begged, trying to hold back the laughter myself.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Oh my God!!! Are you….. HAHAHAHAhahahehehe Okay?” I could hear the sincerity in his voice…… honest.
“Yea I’m fine, just broke my pride. And maybe my tailbone.” I giggled.
“Hehehe, I’m sorry, but you should have seen your face! Wow, it was a Kodak moment.”
“I’ll give you a Kodak moment!!” I said as I attempted to pull him down with me. Unfortunately, he must have seen my coming, cause he jumped back moment before my hand could grasp him.
“Nice try! You’re going to have to be quicker than that to catch me. And now that your soaked, it might be even harder.” He giggled some more.
“Crap, well…. Now I’m going to have to go and get cleaned up.” I slowly climbed to my feet as I attempted not to get my shoes soaked as well. However, once I was in an upright position, the water just dripped off of my pants and down my ankles.
“Don’t worry, the dirty ditch water looks good on you! It adds to your complexion!”
“Awe, aren’t you sweet.” I returned attempting to climb out of the ditch now 20lbs heavier.
“Why thank-you! Oh, and nice undies by the way!” He giggled. I looked back, James face was red, and I looked down noticing my sweats had slid a third of the way down.
“Why thanks for noticing!” I smiled, while pulling my pants back up and holding them there.
“So, should I call on you after?” James asked standing on the other side of the ditch.
“For what? You can come if you like, my mom wont mind.”
“Oh. I thought you were going to take a shower or something.”
“Darn I guess that would be a good idea wouldn’t it hehe.” I laughed. “So you gonna come and chill for a few or what?”
“I think I best use this time to get a shower myself and get a few things together before coming over.”
“Alright, that makes sense. Oh, my mom wanted to know if you were going to join us for supper.”
“Oh, ummm, I don’t think so, my moms having my aunt over for supper, and she wanted to see me, but it wont take long I promise. I should be free by 6 at the latest.”
“Sure, sounds good! Just come on down anytime you’re ready, I’ll be there.”
“Alright, see yea later Adrian!”
“Later James!” I waved to him, than waddled the rest of the way to the house.
The very second I got inside the door, my mom broke out into giggles. She made me stand at the back door until she got me a towel to put around me, so I didn’t drip all over the house.
“Now don’t dry off with that towel, it could have parasites or something on it. Just throw it down the chute and grab a clean one.” She demanded.
“Alright Mom.”
“Wait what are you doing!?” She asked, a lot louder than I would have expected, “Take off those clothes first, they are soaking the floor!” I hated it when my mom went into super freak mode.
“Geeze mom it’s only water.”
“It’s filthy water, and I don’t want it all over the carpets.” She insisted.
“Well….. Turn around for a minute than.” She stopped for a moment, gave me a look, and finally went into the other room.
“Just put them on the matt by the door, I’ll grab them once your upstairs.”
With that, I peeled off all of my wet clothes and slopped them onto the shoe matt. I than quickly wrapped the towel around my waste once I remembered all the windows in the kitchen. “Okay Mom I’m done.” I told her as I crept up to the bathroom.
Once I got up there, I immediately dropped the towel into the chute and closed the hatch. I than closed my attention to the bathroom. This must be the moment of truth. I stood near the entrance of the bathroom, as I cautiously peered in. Giving a thorough investigation of everything in site. It seemed okay, nothing out of place, the taps weren’t running, the floor wasn’t soaked. But most importantly no bleeding monster teen standing inside awaiting my presence. Maybe it was my imagination. Finally I had summoned enough courage to enter the room. Why couldn’t this have happened in one of the spare room? I never go in those, and why did it have to be the bathroom which I loved?
I was already nude, so there was only one thing to do; I slid open the shower door and turned on the water. Once I approved it was the right temperature I stepped inside and slid the door shut. The water felt soooo good. Even better than it has before. Something about falling into a dirty disgusting, freezing puddle of water that makes you appreciate a nice hot shower. Not to mention the second shower head was tickling me in all the right places. I lathered up my hair with some shampoo, this was the hardest part for me. Attempting to wash my hair properly was nearly impossible, sometimes I would have to turn the water off completely in order for me to work the shampoo in before the water washed it away. That’s not easy to do when water is coming down in all directions. Washing the rest doesn’t seem to be much of a problem, soap rinse. See that was easy, no working it in, no massaging into anything. Well…. I don’t have to, hehe. After finishing the repeating parts, I rinsed on last time and turned off the water. Wow, I felt very relaxed, and fresh. Mmmmm, showers are the best, and there’s room for two! Moving right along….
I dried myself off and combed my hair. Returning to my bedroom, and dropping my towel to the floor. I didn’t feel like getting dressed yet, I was too relaxed, and too comfortable. I flopped my lazy self on top of my bed, gazing off into nothingness. I aloud my mind to wonder, and my muscles to relax.
“Adrian!” Crap…..
“Yea Mom!!” Why does she always have to do that?
“Is your friend coming for dinner?”
“No, He’s having company over! He’ll be here around 6 he said!!!”
“Alright! Now come down for supper!!!” she finished. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at that one.
“Just a Minnnnuuuttte!!!!” I replied with just a hint of sarcasm. Feeling a little disappointed that I couldn’t veg out in the nude, I picked myself up off the bed and walked to the dresser. Enjoying my final moments in a simple paradise.
This is where it got tricky, what to wear? Usually anything would do, however, tonight I wanted James to notice me. I wanted something that would compliment my natural curves. I wasn’t a fan of snug clothes, nor too attached to overly baggy. Something in between, socks, well who cares, so I threw over a pair to my bed. Now, lets see. Casual, yet luring. But in no way can it be an obvious effort. Aha! I pulled down a pair of jeans from a hanger, they were a blue sketchy looking, yet light weight jeans. Semi-loose around the waste, and hung nice and even all the way to my feet. The perfect pair, thin material without any clinging, yet allowed for a nice subtle view in the right areas. Now the shirt. Something non intrusive, besides white(I wore that yesterday). Grey was ugly, crap this was hard. Hmmm, wait a second there it is! It’s perfect! A nice loose fitting navy blue t-shirt, this will bring attention to my eyes, without being distracting. Well at least I hope. Now, some undies. This wasn’t so hard, as the chances of him seeing me like that were slim, so I threw on a pair of black FTL cotton boxers. Voila, that wasn’t so hard.
I headed on down the stairs, and into the dining room which everyone so loved. Sitting down next to where my dad usually sits. “Hey Ma, where’s Dad?”
“He’s still golfing with Mr. Harris. I don’t think he’ll be home for a few more hours. He called an hour ago to say he was going to go for a couple of drinks after.” She explained.
“Oh wow, he’s really going the whole nine yards with this one huh.” If you knew my dad, you would know how he hated playing golf, and he hated socializing with people superior to him. Back home, he had his own small business, which he sold to come here. He was a General Contractor by the way. Geeze, I always forget the important details.
“Yea, well I think he’s finding the transition here a little hard to adjust to.” She explained coming in with a small sized casserole and placing it in the centre of the table.
“I can see that, it’s not everyday you do a major career change like this.”
“It’s not that different. Instead of building a house he’s designing it. He worked so hard for his degree, I hope this works out for him.”
“Are you kidding? He’s amazing at stuff like that! Remember that tree house he built me? I’m going to miss that thing.” I smiled
“You hadn’t played in that for two years before we moved here, and designing a house is a little more complex than designing a tree house.” She explained the obvious.
She served up some of the casserole and I dug in. The rest of the meal time was pretty much done in silence, as I become sick of being told how rude it is to talk with your mouth full. And speaking in between fork fulls seemed to be a waste of time. Very shortly after, I was done my dinner and placing my dishes into the sink.
“Hey Mom, I’ll be upstairs tidying up a little, can you tell call me when James gets here?” I asked.
“You’re going to have to listen for yourself. I’m going to head out to town to find some curtains for the house.” She replied in a freakishly cheery tone.
“Alright, ermmm, have fun!” I called out as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Yuck, better her than me. That seemed to be one of the most boring outings I could think of.
Standing in the centre room, or the den, but what ever. I took in every little box and suitcase possible. Fortunately there weren’t that many anymore. Pondering the quickest and easiest way to do it. Hmmm, I know. I opened a door to an empty room and grabbed a box. It’s a temporary fix, but at least it wont look cluttered up here anymore. I threw all the boxes that were(in my opinion) unimportant inside, and closed the door. Damn I’m good! Back inside my room, there was only a few boxes of nic-nacs to avoid, so I just slid them under the bed. Wow that’s much better and it only took fifteen minutes. I ended up turning on my t.v and playing some Need for Speed.
Just as the game started, I heard my mom finally leave. I guess she was taking measurements or something. I hope to god she comes back with something other than flowery frilly lace crap. I may be gay, but well, that’s just not my thing. As I embarked upon a few laps in a circuit race, I noticed my mind to be elsewhere. My eyes kept flickering towards the clock, it was now 6:03p.m. I know, that’s not exactly late, James did say around 6, but come on I’m dying here. I put up with the game for another two race’s than had to do something else, I can’t seem to concentrate when I’m waiting for something. So, I got up to go pee. Once I finished my business, and flushed I might add. I stood in front of the mirror, to combed my hair. I don’t usually fuss over my hair, but today was different, for me a very special occasion. Just as I put the comb to my scalp…
****DINGGGG DONGGGG****
“YES!” I said out loud in excitement, putting the comb down and running down the stairs. Swung open the front door, and to my surprise no one was there. What the….
****DING DING DONGGGG****
Rang a double ding, hmmmm. I hadn’t realized the back door had a door bell too. I closed the front door and locked it, and ran to the back door. There standing on the other side was James, with a big smile on his face and a backpack on his shoulder.
“Hi! Come in!” I opened the door and moved to the side, I was looking towards the floor in an attempt to not let him see how excited I must have looked.
“Thanks, I was beginning to think no one was home. I saw your mom pull out a while ago, so when I came to the door and no one was answering, honestly I got kind of scared.”
“Scared? Why would you be scared?”
“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.” He explained looking embarrassed.
“Na, how could I forget you? Your too darn….” I stopped myself, “ermm, fun. Besides, I was upstairs, when I heard the door, I went to the front hehehe.” Well that was kind of awkward. Hopefully he excused my pause as an accident instead of what it almost was.
“Oh, haha, that’s weird. I wasn’t sure if I should go to the back or the front. Fortunately my laziness helped me decide, and I appeared at the closest door.”
“Heh, that’s strange, I was going through the same thing earlier at your place. But than I was saved by you coming from beside me. Let’s agree that any door is fine.”
“Fine by me! Ummm, I mean agreed.” God he was cute.
“So, you think of anything fun to do?” I asked hoping he had.
“Not really, I brought a couple of horror flicks for later. But I wasn’t sure which movies you had seen, so I ended up bringing closer to ten. Just to increase my chances.”
“Sweet, we can have an all night marathon!” I returned, hoping to have the privilege of staying by his side all night and getting to know him.
“Only if you think you can handle it. I took you as more of a wimp.” He teased, holding back his smirk.
“I am so not a wimp. Did you not see that barrel role into the ditch earlier? I mean really, to have that happen and than end up in a mucky puddle, and to have my pride chattered to hell proves that I am not a wimp. If solely for the fact that I didn’t run home crying.” I defended what was left of my pride with flying colors, well so I thought.
“Was it not you that whined at me to shut up? Was it not you that waddled back home after? A real man would have toughed it out.”
“Nice try, but it just isn’t going to fly with me.” I grinned in his direction. “So you bring anything else fun inside that thing on your back?”
“Uh, not really. I couldn’t bring video games because you have xbox and I don’t, and I didn’t really no much about what you liked, so well, I just brought the movies, some microwave popcorn, ummm, a change of clothes and my p.j’s”
“Oh, well fine. Guess we’ll just have to scrounge by with what ever we can dig up. Horror flicks are only fun once the suns gone to bed.” Wait back it up, he brought p.j’s, I know that’s normal, but, that means I might be able to watch him change! Mmmmm, well unless he’s shy.
“There is such a thing as curtains you know.” He attempted some sarcasm.
“You know that’s not the same, besides, my mom’s gone out to get new ones for some reason, and she threw out my old ones.” I explained to James.
“What was wrong with the old ones?” He pondered.
“Probably nothing, either they didn’t match the paint or something stupid like that, or she just got board and felt like shopping for something that would keep her distracted for a while.”
“She does know she’ll never find anything decent here. If you want anything good you have to drive up to an actual city, I think the closest one I saw was Red Dear, and that’s still quite a ways out.”
“Heh, maybe that means she’ll be gone for a while.” I grinned at him. “So, what do you say we actually come inside and go upstairs?”
“Sounds good to me.” James agreed, as he moved away from the door and took off his shoes.
“Yea wanna drink or something?” I asked, being the polite little host that I am.
“Sure, whatcha got?”
“Ummm,” I opened the fridge. “Fruit Punch, Orange juice, Milk, uh… coke, rootbeer, cream soda. Oh and Orange pop.”
“Hmmmmmm, well, I think I feel like a cream soda.” He answered. I fished it out and handed him the can, and than grabbed myself a rootbeer.
We than headed upstairs towards my room. “Wow, you cleaned this place up pretty good.” James commented.
“Nah, I just threw everything into an empty room to create the illusion.” I stated, than followed with a giggle.
“Sounds like something I would do! Good job, you make me proud.”
“Thanks, I think.”
James placed his bag on the floor at the end of my bed, and sat down next to me. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a small white stenciled dragon in the middle of it, directly in the middle of his chest. He also wore blue jean shorts, which would hang nicely against his body. The part I was particularly please with was the legs of the shorts were nice and wide. Hehehe, I’m so dirty sometimes. Bad Adrian bad!
“What should we do while the sun is still up?” questioned James.
“Well, either we play some Halo or some other video game, or ummmm, we could play a board game, ummm, or we could uh… I’m stumped, you got any idea’s?”
“Uh, we could always go for a strut threw the town. I could show you all the cool places to hang out.”
“Really? I didn’t know there were any cool places in town.” I joked.
“Sure but the coolest place would be right here.” He returned. His remark caught me by surprise, my stomach got a strange warm feeling as if I had eaten some magic pops, and washed it down with a pop. I think my face went red too. James was smiling at me, also with a blushy face.
“You better believe it!” I managed to return, well finally. “But that’s a good idea! Lets go!”
“Really? Uh yea sure, okay.” He got to his feet and followed me once more to the back door where his and my shoes were. I than left my mom a note just in case, and we left.
After about five minutes we actually made it to the main town. Our houses were on the outskirts apparently. The town didn’t seem that small once you were actually in it. There were a few decent looking stores. Fortunately there was a video store. It was definitely no Blockbuster, but it was good enough for me. Down the street a bit was the elementary school which doubled as a daycare. James also pointed out the Police Station, which according to him was just a waste of space. The town had two Officers, they apparently weren’t even real cops. I guess that’s why the building wasn’t marked Police Station. He said they were mainly there to scare the kids and keep them from cutting class. The town didn’t have a town hall, apparently, any town meetings were held in the High School. There was a mayor, but the mayor was also the towns real estate agent. Which seemed incredibly messed up to me. He also pointed out a reason why a lot of the people here may not like me too much. My Dad, is the one that was hired to build more houses in the town, which wasn’t in much favor to most of the towns people.
But besides all the stores and the messed up people living in the town. James began to explain to me something that caught my attention, and even made loads of sense. He explained how he wasn’t sure how accurate his version of the story was, and not to quote him on anything. Apparently, before the town had existed, there was only a single building. A sanctuary of sorts. Inside lived five men who had settled here in the early 1900’s, they were monk’s which had been banished from there homeland in Ireland. The reason for this was, they were accused of tampering with the dark forces. Better known as Black Magic. After being exiled and than resettled here, they were now in solitude, and able to truly practice the evil power which beckoned their soles. Within several years, the town was littered with similar people who had come to learn the ways of the monk’s new found power. They had made sacrifice’s, tortured and some even experimented with unwilling travelers. After twenty years, the Sanctuary had grown into a massive cult. The Five Monk’s had become master’s of there trade, which only raised attention from the outside. In fear of their demise they had summoned the power to plague their own people. The plague spread fast mutating everyone in its path into demons straight from hell. The end result was a clash of 5 different beasts. The Lycan, The Vampire, The Belial, The Spectres, and The Revlik.
The Vampire was easy, Lycan is a werewolf, The Belial was some form of fire demon from hell, Spectres which interested me; were a form of spirit which by the way can’t harm you! Finally there were the Revlik, a species ascended from the reptile, which possessed the ability to change it’s appearance. A form of shapeshifter, which was the failure of the Monk’s. The Revlik refused to do the Monk’s biddings and left the Sanctuary, no one has seen them since. The Beasts were born threw the soul of it’s creator, which spawned the five different demons. They were summoned to defend the Monk’s. How ever, the Beasts despised each other, which in turn led to their demise. No one knows for sure what happened to the Beasts, or if they truly believe the myth. But regardless of their feelings, there is no doubt that something is off in Oakpoint.
