"Oh my goodness. That man just came out from the ground!" Mr Parker exclaimed. He was filled with astonishment, at the same time he was deeply terrified. "W-Who the heck are you people?" He found the voice to question. Receiving no answers, he looked at the boys besides him. They weren't frightened, they were calm, and he could sense the glamor of hope emitting from their faces. 'How come they aren't afraid? Is he the good guy? If so, does that mean those three are the bad guys.' Mr Parker inclined to himself. He had solved the entire equations of questions hovering around his head, with the theories from novels, or movies. A certain point of a movie where the bad guys appear, and the hero makes a dramatic entrance. But he still mumbled to himself, wondering if his theory was accurate. "Even if this is the same scene. This isn't a novel nor is it a movie. This is real life. So, how did that man come out from the solid floor? Or are my eyes deceiving me?" Still floating on the val
The rain poured down heavily to the earth, wetting the grounds, which made the atmosphere cold, resulting to an unbearable night. A man was spotted under the immense downpour, cladded on a yellow raincoat and pairs of black heavy-duty boots. His name was Hank Miller, a night guard at the Frasers' museum. He had taken a night off, after receiving a distressed call, that his three years old daughter was admitted in a hospital. He took the night off, to go be by her side, given that he was her only parent. Since he had lost his wife during child labor, and he became the only family his little daughter had. He had risked coming out this late at night cause he couldn't slide the thought of leaving her all by herself. Earlier this morning she had complained bitterly to him of stomach offset and headaches. But he thought those weren't major illnesses, so leaving her to the babysitter's care was his only option. Yet the minor illness had gotten her to the hospital bed. If only he had pai
The three young lads continued their walk, they were discussing about the murder incident at the alleyway. Based on the way they responded to it, it felt like the alleyway murder wasn't the first strange death to had occurred in the town. "Another strange death, what's this town turning into?" Brian was the first to raise the issue."You're acting as if our town is the only center of strange deaths, of which are stated to be as a result of a wild animal. Same incidents have been reported all over the country, even in the big cities. Based on estimation, at least a hundred people are reported to have died of strange deaths in a year, and 50% of this strange death victims were tore into shreds. The country is becoming more of a death zone than a home. Wealthy businessmen are beginning to move their families out of the country, leaving the poor and average citizens like us, to be buried along the county's crisis." Jordan explained, the rest of them were marveled by his ways of always re
Vincent walked through the front porch of the senior high building. He had earlier on received a message from Sharon, asking him to meet her in the basketball court. At first he was nervous, all sorts of negative thoughts ran through his head, he even decided not to go, but felt that his judgment would be too harsh, and she might eventually hate him for it. He made the decision to go see her, and was certain that he could break free from any lust thought that came after that.He kept walking, encountering other students in the veranda, they too had sneaked out of class. Well this was his first time sneaking out during lessons, he sure hoped he wouldn't get into trouble. He finally arrived at the entrance of the basketball court, it was indoor, an extremely large hall room made to house both the audience's seats and the player's court. Stepping into the hall room his eyes locked up on Sharon, she sat atop the judges desk, awaiting him. He gently walked up to her."Hey!" Vincent waved
A man dressed in a black leather jacket, white trousers, and a pair of white shoes, walked into an environment, binded by police restriction labels, which were placed to restrict civilians from going into the area, for it was still under investigation. This location was the alleyway, where the murder had taken place. The young man, probably in his mid twenties, was examining the surroundings. His gray eyes, searching for any possible clues, in the environment. He could sense the evil aura emanating within the vicinity, but even with the leaking negative energies, he couldn't sense the malevolent entity. Sigh!He hissed a sigh of frustration, surely the being was toying with him. Not wanting to be seen. "Keep doing what you do best. Hiding. Just give me a minute to get my cigarette, I will be back before you even know it!" The man exclaimed, taking a turn and exiting the lonely alleyway.***Vincent, Jordan and Brian were heading to their respective houses. Usually, they walk home to
The monster broke free from the grips of the earth, tearing the ground apart, which resulted in a shockwave that swept the entire surrounding, drastically sweeping obstacles off its radar. The monster floated in mid air, its body reformed itself, slowly, transmuting in the process. Its fur skin tore open, and a new entity came out from within it. This figure's skin was pitch black, it had a humanoid physique, its face was without a nose, and its eyes were crimson red as blood, its mouth was extremely wide, engraving a maniac smile that revealed its sharp teeths. It rotated its head thrice in a roll, in excitement, giving off a wicked mumbling laughter; "Hehehe!" Its mouth attempted to speak, but the words coming out from its mouth were inaudible, they were more like mere murmurs, unclear to the ordinary ear, it just felt as if it was giving off reverberating vibrating frequencies with its mouth. It descended forcefully to the ground on its feet, furtherly tearing the earth beneat
Vincent's eyelids pathed open, the view that was reflected to his vision was of a hazy image. He blinked his eyes twice to adjust his retina to the brightness of his surroundings. "This is my room." Vincent spoke in a faint tune, noticing the familiarity of his surroundings. "But how did I get home?" He questioned himself, trying to put together what he could remember. "The last thing I could remember was feeling dizzy and blacking out. Aaahh! My head hurts." Vincent responded, he felt a slight ache. "It probably must be as a result of the fall. But how did I lose balance so easily? My body. It's heavy and aching. It must be from those bruises. Why can't I make out the full details of what happened."He struggled to sit-up, and it was a success after two trials. He held his head gently with both hands, bending his head to see if the memories would flow in. Eventually, he remembered all that had taken place yesterday. Ranging from the fight with Henry that bruised his entire body,
A blue car drove into the compound of the care foundation hospital. The vehicle reversed to park well at the parking lot. Both doors of the car swung open, as two individuals walked out of it. A man in his twenties, who was the driver of the car, and a teenage boy. The man was dressed in a blue turtleneck sweater, red trousers and a pair of blue sneakers, matching his attire. His hair was black and curly, and his eyes were gray. The boy was cladded on a black top shirt, green pants and a pair of red sneakers. His black spiky hair was charming, and his dazzling amber eyes radiated sunlight. They both were revealed to be Nathan Sean and Alexander Vincent. They had arrived at the hospital of which Jordan was admitted in. The hospital wasn't that big, it was only a five storey block. But Its compound expanded widely, housing at the right hand side, a lot for parking ambulance trucks, and the left hand side, as the public, free parking lot. Its surroundings were adorned with flowers