DARK HUMAN The Luna Aldridge Story (Book 1)

Chapter Twelve

4/21/2019, Dear Diary,

Amelia drove us up a steep cemetery hill towards a large white mausoleum. She passed multiple old tombstones that sat in a formation along the edge of the dirt road, as the bright moon shined on us. As it glowed throughout the vehicle and lit up the tombstones, I saw a human shadow out of the corner of my eye, while I looked up at the moon through the passenger side window. Once we got closer to the mausoleum, I then focused in on the shadow, while I said, "Turn on the radio."

"Tell me why we are here again?" she asked, as she turned up the radio, and began to bop her head to the tune. As she sang to the song, she also noticed a man sitting on the steps of the tombstone, and she asked, "Who's at the mausoleum? Are we meeting somebody?"

"No, we're not meeting anyone! I saw him too. I thought I was seeing something. We're just up here because we should look at it," I said, as we got closer to the top of the hill. As we pulled up to it, she put the vehicle in park, and we saw Kyle sitting on the steps. With me looking at him, I turned down the music, and whispered to Amelia, "Kyle's here! Why is he here?"

"I don't know what he's here. Let's ask him!" Amelia said as she looked at Kyle through the passenger-side window.

As I rolled down the passenger side window, I looked at him, and said, "Hey Kyle! What are you doing here?"

"I'm up here building a fire," he said as he held lighter fluid in his left hand, and a black and white zippo lighter in his other hand. As he stood up and walked over to the car, he leaned on the passenger side window, and asked, "Luna, what are you doing up here?"

"Amelia and I are checking out a mausoleum. It's an important witch relic! Why?" I asked, while I squinted my eyes, and looked at his hands, and then over to the pile of twigs.

"No reason why! I'm just curious," he said, as he shrugged his shoulders, walked away, and back towards the twigs. He poured lighter fluid on the wood, and then bent down, and lit it on fire. Within minutes, the fire became ablaze, and he looked at me, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm not too sure what to think!" I said as I watched him put more twigs on the fire.

"I'm not too sure what to think either," Amelia said to Kyle, as she looked at Luna.

"Amelia just put the car in drive. We're leaving! There's something wrong with Kyle tonight," I said as I watched him walk around the fire.

"You got it," Amelia whispered as she put the vehicle in drive and did a U-turn. As she slammed on the gas and drove back down the hill, I turned around, looked out the back window, and asked Amelia, "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm not sure. But you're right! He's not acting right tonight," Amelia said, as she made a hard left and approached the cemetery main gate. With the back bumper hitting an old tombstone, she then said. "Sh@t Luna! I just knocked over an old tombstone. I'll come back and fix it later! Let's head over to our work."

We then pulled into LaMonts parking lot moments later, and as we got out of the vehicle, we walked through the parking lot and into the tavern. As we stood in the middle of the tavern, the air became dense, and heavy pressure pushed on my back, I said to Amelia, "Something's wrong!"

"What do you think it is?" Amelia asked as she walked up to me.

"I'm not sure! It'll pass though. I'm going to sit on the couch in the office," I said to Amelia as I walked past the counter and into an office.

With a large brown leather sofa at the other end of the room, I walked over to it and laid down. Within moments, as I became comfortable, I closed my eyes, and I heard a loud thump coming from behind the couch. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Seeing nothing in front of me, I then got up, walked behind the couch, and stared at a dozen forks and knives stabbed in a straight formation into the hardwood floor. I walked over to the silverware, leaned down, scratched my forehead, and whispered, "What the hell? Who would do this? There must be a dozen silverware stabbed into the floor! Even the formation is strange!"

"It is pretty weird! I'm not sure who would do this. I can tell you that I didn't do this!" Geo said as he leaned on the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah! It's weird alright!" I said, as I turned around and looked at him.

As he walked up to me and leaned down next to me, he twanged the tip of the knife with his left middle finger, and asked, "I wonder what this means?"

"Huh? I'm not sure what this means or if means anything at all," I said as I rubbed all my fingertips over the tips of the silverware. Within minutes, I then gripped a fork with my right hand and tried to pull it out of the floor. With it stuck into the floor, I looked at him and said, "It's stuck. I can't get this out of the floor."

"Oh! Just leave the fork alone," he said with a chuckle.

"Why should I? I've never seen silverware stabbed into a floor. Let alone in this formation," I said as I yanked on the fork even harder. Within moments, I ripped it out of the floor, stood up, and sarcastically said, "Thanks for the help! I got it out."

"I'm going outside. I don't have time for this," he said, as he stood up, and walked out of the office.

"Fine! I'll stand here and attend to the silverware," I yelled, as he walked out the backdoor and approached a couple of men.

As I stood there with the fork in my hand, I looked out the back door and watched him and a couple of men put on black cloaks that had black hoods. With all of them putting the black hoods over their head, they put their hands in their sleeves, stood in a circle around a fire, and talked softly to one another, while Geo raised his nose to the flames. Within seconds, he sensed me, turned his head towards me, and said, "Luna! We're almost done! Would you like to join us?"

Without saying anything to him, I turned around and walked back into the tavern, and behind the counter. As I placed the fork on the galley, I stood there, while Kyle appeared in the middle of the tavern. With him standing there, holding my journal in his right hand, he looked at me and then walked to me. As he opened the journal, he began to read an insert out loud, and once he was done reading it, he closed it.

"Why are you writing?" he asked while he looked at me.

"Why are you reading my journal? I didn't give you permission to read that!" I said as I reached for my journal, while he placed it behind his back. As I reached around him and grabbed for it again, I said, "Give that back to me! That's personal!"

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