Cemetery

Chapter 1

     Chapter One

Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed my hand as I walked through the darkness. They had felt so cold, that I didn't know if it was the tickling cold breeze passing by or if it was an actual hand. Stopping and too scared to see what was about to come, I spoke out,

"Hello?"

Silence. I tried again.

"Hel..."

"You know you could just turn around," it spoke out...well HE spoke out. His raspy, low taunting voice had sent crawling shivers down my spine. My body automatically froze,

"I, uhh, well," I stuttered.

"Turn around," He said right in my ear. Had I noticed him move that close, I would have taken a few steps forward. But something in his tone had made me do exactly what he wanted. I turn around slowly. I was first met with dark black, shaggy hair, then piercing blood red eyes. I gasped as I finally turned my whole body towards him. He smirked.

"Well, hello there. Aren't you a pretty little thing," he raised his hand and swept my brown locks out of my face to behind my ear. I wouldn't move, or well like I couldn't move. His gaze was captivating, wanting me to get closer to him.

"Wha..." I tried to speak.

"Now what are you doing in my forest?" He asked me. His sparkling eyes held me down.

"I was dared to come here for the night," I answered him directly. All of a sudden a deep baritone laugh was heard through the air. It was coming from him. I watch as his chest moves up and down and his smile grows more and more.

"That's unexpected, isn't it?" He crossed his muscular but lean arms over his chest before letting out another small chuckle.

"I guess, but I do get money out of it so...". He raised his eyebrows at that statement. I shrugged my shoulders. I feel like I should be scared, but I'm not. Well not around him. I feel calm. Safe.
"Follow me," he tells me.

"What?"

"I said follow me, there are some creepy crawlers around here that wouldn't mind taking a bite out of you," he continues as he walks towards a side path. For some reason, I started moving to where he was going. As we were walking down the path he had been leading us to, I started to wonder why I do the things I do. Like 5th grade, I had put fake cockroaches in my teacher's desk because I lost a bet. A bet I made.  

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about all the dumb things I do," I answer him blankly. I then look at him to catch him already looking at me.

"And what are those things?" he chuckles as he asks.

"One time I put fake cockroaches in my teachers desk. Another time I've actually got onto a table at a popular restaurant and screamed at the top of my lungs. Oh and this was a fun one, I had to run down my street naked. Those things happens because of dares or bets I've made with my friends," I tell him. He stares at me for a minute or so. Then he starts cracking up.

"What the hell, who comes up with those things. That's some of the funniest shit I've ever heard in my life time," he chuckles again.

"It is pretty funny," I shake my head, silently laughing. He then looks back to where were going and a comfortable silence fills the air between us.

The graveyard stretched as large as the eyes can see. All the gray tombstones poking out of the large sea of green.

  He speaks up, "Where here,".

I look around... but nothings here.