Black Sunday

Prologue

The town was quiet, to quiet. The dead trees that swayed around the town gave a chills to those who stopped and stared. I was visiting an old friend who had returned to our old run down town. My name was Phil, well Philip Cons and my father was the pastor of the local church. We were a small quiet town, population of three hundred. This place, this town was called Heaven's rock. It was a religious sanctuary in the early 1700's. People mostly ignored the run down, abandoned old buildings around town and that didn't bother me either! It was the overgrowth of plants...that were dead! Dead plants covered our town as if no one had lived here for hundreds of years. My dad refused to call this attention either despite my constant pleadings.

My friends house sat in the far back of the woods. Hidden by trees and overgrowth sat a rickety old house. Small in nature but menacing and dangerous up close. the old leaned over fence posts, mixed with vines, dead leaves everywhere, and the fading chipped paint and dirt that covered his house made it look dirty compared to my run down brick manor. I would never say this to him. He was a quiet kid with lots of mental health problems, insulting him and his home would ruin him. I opened the rusty old gate and stepped onto his old beat up porch. I tapped on his screen door gently. Stirring could be heard inside the house as a woman in a green sweater and long ankle skirt popped up at the screen. Her eyes were sunken, but the wrinkles around her face seemed to smile at me.

"Phil, sweetheart whatever brings you here so late in the evening?" Ms. Miller's wondered to the boy standing behind her.

"I'm here for him actually." I gestured to the boy behind who only glanced up from the book he was holding for a mere second.

"Ah yes, of course you would be." Ms. Miller mumbled before turning to the boy. "Now you be back before that sun goes down ya hear me?" She lectured the boy as he paid her no mind. As she left us be he rolled his eyes and finally closed his book. He slipped it into his backpack and pushed the screen door open finally and stepped out onto the porch.

"Hey, long time no see." I said walking beside him as we headed down the porch steps.

"You haven't said my name yet? Why does everyone avoid it?" He mumbled. I don't believe he was speaking to me or maybe he was I wasn't sure. His name unsettled people a lot when he lived here before. It was a religious town after all!

"It worry's people Sae." I patted his shoulder.

"It should not." He spoke quietly very quietly.

"I know, but it does." We walked through the woods in silence until we reached the main road. It was quiet only a few birds could be heard in the background as we walked along the road.

"How have you been?" I asked finally breaking the silence. He looked at me, his dark midnight blue eyes squinted for a second before he closed them and sighed.

"I've been fine." That was all he said. He turned away and looked into the distant woods that surrounded us. He was always like this when it came down to the topic of his name. A name he received from his father before he died in war before he was born. Something about striking fear into those who dare say his sons name. His dad was a weird man from what I heard my parents say. He was into some really bad things before he went to war. What those things were were not my business.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I knew where we were going but wanted to ask him. Everything felt so weird! We hadn't seen each other in the last four years. We basically grew up together. And despite all that I felt as though I barely knew him.

"I don't know. I thought you knew?" Sae turned towards me. His eyes fluttered open and his midnight blue eyes began tugging at my heart again. He looked so sad now. His eyes were drooping and he looked so tired.