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Henry’s writing cluttered the sheepskin parchment of yet another page, printed lightly and sophisticated against the yellowish material. His source of light came from a simple wax candle placed delicately amounst a runed bronze candle holder, flickering with energy.
‘January 1, 1993,
Today my son Gabriel has turned twelve, nearing what I fear most. Now that he is close to adolescence, his true form will take shape. I do not know what this will be, only that he will become extremely strong and dangerous with a thirst for blood. His canine teeth have started to form; long and pointed, feral. We are lucky our teeth can be easily hidden behind our lips, retracting back into our gums.
My son's mother has left with a Spanish man, fled to Mexico. I know it is the best for her to live without two Creatures of the Night in her life, but I miss her so.
It sounds as if Gabriel has woken from his peaceful slumber, scavenging the cupboards in search of nourishment. The strange boy fascinates me, he will eat inhale nearly anything in his path. I suppose this is what teenagers and preteens do…’
Henry blew out the candle, writing the conclusion of his entry in silent darkness.
‘So here I leave this page, partially empty, not even finished thanks to my animalistic son. He humors me, I wouldn’t exhange him for anything else in the world, not even Marisol. I hope that someday all of our questions will be answered and we will be free from the wrath of Elona.'– Henry Walt
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Celeste balanced the Nikon between her hands and photographed a couple embracing on a nearby bench, shooting them an apologetic smile when they protested.
“Sorry, future photographer.”
This was the last of the day’s pictures and she yearned to get back home, onto her computer to her photo-editing software. She couldn’t wait to see the finished result and add them to her portfolio.
The town of Belshire was a quiet place, maybe a maximum of eleven thousand people. It was simple to be well-known amoung peers, especially if you were popular in high school. Celeste was not. She didn’t care to have friends, as long as she could have her camera and laptop.
Deciding to take a different route through a much more run-down part of town, Celeste treaded down the brick walk, photography equiptment neatly folded away in a duffel bag that hung around her chest and back.
White snow began to swirl around her feet, making the walkway a bit more slippery to navigate. Celeste continued down the path, pausing at a strange building she had never seen before.
It was very strange, looking like the town cathedral except darker in color, almost black. Celeste was never one to believe in superstitious things, but she could swear the place gave her an odd vibe.
“How strange,” she murmured to nobody in particular. Glancing around, it was as if no other buildings were in sight, just the strange cathedral. It had an eerie beauty to it, though, almost as if it were from another world, something far more medieval and less modern. “Yes, this would make a perfect addition to my portfolio!”
Celeste hurried up to the steps of the cathedral, pausing as she raised her fist to knock. Maybe someone was in there?
She brushed away a lonesome cobweb and peered into the dusty room, surprised to find it empty except for a single armoire wardobe, sunlight blossoming into the side windows, casting a purplish-red glow. Was it possible someone lived here?
Celeste knocked against the hard wooden door, camera in hand; ready.
She jumped back with a yelp of surprise as the door caved in on itself, shattering with a squeal and scattering wood debris around her feet.
This was something she should be blogging about.
Still determined to get that perfect picture, Celeste stepped over the rubble and onto the thick red carpeting layered with dust, and she nearly broke into a fit of coughing. It was strange, too, how this building seemed so old yet she had never seen it.
She made her way to the dresser, pausing to scrunch her nose at the foul smell. Was it possible something had died in here, possibly a squirrel or some sort of rodent? Maybe it was behind the doors of the dresser.
Biting her lip, Celeste held both dresser knobs in her hands, surprised to find them ice cold despite the clammy temperature. When the doors opened, everything was black except for two golden orbs staring back at her.
Celeste released a blood-curdling scream and fell back, hand on her chest trying to calm her excessive heartbeat. “Oh my God!”
The orbs blinked, cautiously looking from side to side before resting on her. They narrowed and a strange hiss erupted from the darkness. “How did you find this place?!”
Celeste blinked up at the eyes, backing up against the wall farthest to it. “I-I… I just came to take a picture! I’m sorry!” she scrambled to her feet and revolved to face the way she had entered, astonished that the door was there, rebuilt as she’d first seen it. Suddenly her mind was overwhelmed by a fog and she developed a splitting headache, like one she had only gotten once in her life. When she turned back expecting to see the eyes, they were gone.
