The week went on, and nothing strange happened after the basement incident. Oh, and by the way, my name is Joshua. My best friend is Dan, but he lives in California. I live in Colorado. So on with the story. Dan flew out that weekend, and he and I were really excited to see each other after six years. He and I went to a little Mexican restaurant downtown, called Las Fajitas. He and I ate our meal, and on the way home, Dan started to act strange. I mean, he might have come off a little strange after not hanging out for six years, but this was different. I looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?" He waited a few seconds before looking up and replying, and said, "Ya, I guess." When i looked at him, I noticed something. There was a strange glowing characteristic to his eyes. All of a sudden, he started breathing really heavy, and just passed out. He was out for a second and then he woke up, i looked in his eyes again, and this time, they were darkening, and the dark was spreading to his skin around his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he opened the car door, and jumped. I lost him that day, and I will never forget those gleaming dark eyes that overtook him. They changed my perspective of things.
