DARK HUMAN

Chapter Eleven

4/21/2019

Dear Diary,

Dreamt

Amelia slowly drives us up a cemetery hill towards a mausoleum, as the bright moon shines on us, and as I look out the passenger side window, I tell Amelia, "Turn on the radio."

"Sounds like a plan. Tell me why we are here again?" Amelia asks, as she turns up the radio, and bops her head to the tune.

"Because there's a mausoleum I want to look at," I reply, as we get to the top of the hill. Seeing Kyle sitting on the mausoleum steps, I whisper to Amelia, "Kyle's here! Why is he here?"

"I'm not sure. Let's ask him," Amelia says, as she turns off the radio, and looks at Kyle through the passenger side window.

"Hey Kyle! You alright?" I ask, as I roll the passenger side window down, and stare at his disheveled hair, and the black circles under his eyes.

"I'm alright," he says, with a distraught look growing on his face, as he stands up. Holding lighter fluid in one hand, and a black and white zippo lighter in his other hand, he then walks over to the car, and leans on the passenger side window, and then says to me, "Luna, what are you doing up here?"

"Amelia and I are checking out a mausoleum. Why? What's with the fluid and lighter? And why are you up here?" I ask, as I look at his hands.

"Because I'm building a fire," he says, as he points to the pile of wood next to the mausoleum.

"Why?" I say, as I squint my eyes.

"Why not?" he says, as he shrugs his shoulders, and walks away. Walking towards the pile of wood, he then pours the lighter fluid on the wood, and then lights it on fire. With the fire blazed, he looks over at me, and says, "What do you think?"

"I'm not too sure what to think?" I reply, as Kyle's bright blue eyes turn cold. Without him saying anything else, I then look over at Amelia, and whisper to her, "Amelia, put the car in drive. There's something wrong with Kyle."

"You got it," Amelia whispers, as she puts the car in drive, and slams her foot on the gas, and does a U-turn. Speeding down the hill, I turn around, and look out the back window. Watching him run down the hill towards the car, I then ask, "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm not sure. He's off," Amelia says, as I turn back around, as we approach the main gate. As she turns the wheel and makes a hard left, the back bumper hits an old tombstone, and she then says. "Shit Luna! I hit an old tombstone."

"No shit! Just keep going! Let's head over to LaMonts."

As we arrive at LaMonts, we walk through the parking lot, and then into the tavern. Within moments, the air becomes dense, and the pressure on my back becomes heavy, and I gasp for air, and say to Amelia, "Something's wrong!"

"What is it?" Amelia says, as she puts her hand on my back.

"I'm not able to breathe. I'm gonna lay down in the office. It will pass," I say, as I walk past the counter, and into the office. Laying on the brown leather sofa, I then close my eyes, and a loud thump instantly comes from behind the couch.

Questioning who or what that was, I get up, and walk behind the couch. As I stare at a dozen forks and knives stabbed in a straight formation into the hardwood floor, I lean down and scratch my forehead, and whisper, "What the hell? Who did this? There must be a dozen silverware stabbed into the floor! Even the formation is strange."

"Pretty weird isn't it. I'm not sure who would do this?" Geo says, as he leans on the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah! It's weird. Did you do this?" I ask, as I turn around, and look at him.

"No! Why would I?" he says, as he walks up to me, and leans down. As he twangs a knife, he watches it vibrate, and then says, "I wonder what this means?"

"Huh?" I say, as I rub my fingertips over the tips of the silverware. Gripping a fork seconds later, I try to pull it out, and with it being ingrained into the floor, I then say, "It's stuck. I can't get this out of the floor."

"What are you doing? Oh! Just leave the fork alone," he says with a chuckle.

"Why? This is weird. I've never seen silverware stabbed into the floor, let alone in this formation," I say, as I try to pull the fork out even harder. Finally, ripping it out of the floor, I stand up and sarcastically say, "Thanks for the help. I got it out."

"I'm going outside," he says, as he stands up, and begins to walk out of the office.

"Fine. I'll just attend to the silverware," I say, as I watch him walk out the door, and approach a couple of men. As they put on black cloaks, and their black hood over their head, they put their hands in their sleeves, and stand in a circle around a fire, and talk softly to one another.

"What's this? What are you doing?" I whisper to myself, as I walk outside, and stand behind a tree, and listen to them talk softly to one another.

As he raises his nose up to the flame, he turns his head towards me, and snarls, and says, "Luna! Whatcha doing? We're almost done. Would you like to join the circle?"

"Uh! No!" I reply, as I turn around, and walk back into the tavern, and then into the bathroom.

With Amelia sitting on the edge of the tub, I then say, "Hey Amelia. What are you doing?"

"I was just checking on you," she says, as she stands up, and then walks out of the bathroom.

"I'm good. Thanks for asking," I yell, as I look in the mirror, and then walk out of the bathroom, and back into the office.

As I sit back down on the couch, Kyle walks in the room with my journal in his left hand. As he stands in front of me, he opens the journal, and reads it. As I sit there in awe for a few minutes, I then speak up, and say, "Why are you reading my journal?"

"Why are you writing?" he says, as he slams my journal shut.

"Why not? I didn't give you permission to read that," I say, as I stand up and walk to him. Reaching for my journal, he puts it behind his back, and I then say, "Give that back to me. That's personal. What's your problem?"

Awoke

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Jamie Sweet

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