The Golden Eye

Chapter 4

Alex and I quietly walked back to his house. Upon entering the house hold, I looked at Alex.
"What's wrong?" I thought that Alex had finally seen how weird and unsafe he was.
"Gimme a sec." Alex rushed to the bookshelf and pulled out a book. The words *family album* were scrawled on the cover. Alex flipped over to the back where all the ancestors were.
"My-my grandpa died a long time ago, but he was murdered. The police couldn't find out who did it. He-he was different. He claimed he could see ghosts and the dead and everything. He kept repeating gold a lot after he visited your house a while ago. I think he found information he wasn't supposed to, so he was killed. This was the last photo taken of him." Alex showed a picture. There was the old grandpa, smiling in a sea of people.
"Wait," I said suddenly,"Look."
There, in the sea of faces, was Fredrick Wilter.
I glanced over at Alex and whimpered,"What if I turn out like Fredrick?" "Oh please that'd never happen Jonathan." I shook my head and said," But I hate my family so I could easily be persuaded by those spirits." I mumbled. Alex seemed to ignore what I said and said," I wish we could meet Fredrick and ask him why the golden eyed people are so awful and how this begun, without being converted to his evilness." I nodded at what he said but I wasn't sure how this would work. My visions came to me randomly. All I could do was focus on the beauty in him, how kind and protective he was. How he cared so much trying to save me. The worried expression in his beautiful eyes, and how his little pimple on his chin that he hated but I found adorable. I tried to stop myself, but suddenly glass began shattering.