The Midnight God

Chapter one: The Lone Stranger

The storm outside was not calming and I feared that if it would get any closer the power would surly be lost. Just as I was thinking of going to bed I heard a knock at the door, sharp and meaningful. Shocked, I stood from my seat and lowered the television's volume. Turning my head to face the far wall the old clock on the far wall stuck a chime. Midnight. Who would be knocking at this hour? Whoever it was I was sure to help them out of the storm on this cold night. Cautiously walking towards the front door I could hear the storm getting ever closer, ready to wipe out the settling night. As I walked along the darkened corridor the small light, above my head, flickered sending chills down the back of my neck. I never liked storms with the loud crashing and the over hanging knowledge that the power may go at any second. I reached for the old rusted door handle on the front door. Only, when I gripped the handle it felt almost as if I was clutching a ball of ice. So cold and so dead, like it was warning me not to turn the handle and go though that door. Despite this I turned the handle and opened the door.

Behind this now open door was darkness. Darker than the Midnight sky above our heads, which seemed to be getting lighter, as wisps of fog begin to appear. I overlooked this as the storm was a few miles away. Nothing that could harm me, the house or the stranger who knocked. Through the fog I could see a figure appearing. It was strange. As this couldn't have been the person to have knocked as they were a good few paces back from the door, unlikely that they would have knocked and ran away only to come back to greet me.

Being a good host I asked if this person would like to come in but I heard nothing from the stranger as no words were spoken. As the figure stepped out of the darkness I could see a face and more of the body. I could see long, black, shoulder length hair swing dead and lifeless around the figures what I presume to be shoulders. As they came closer I could see more. The figure that was heading towards me was now more distinctive, I could see that figure was a well built, tall, handsome young man. The closer he got to the front door the more I could see of him. A sharp, define nose and dark blue eyes. Like the deepest depths of the ocean and I wondered if I stared at him for too long if I would get lost or start 'drowning'. His skin was pale white, just like paper, delicate to the touch. The only daintiest part of color seemed to be the faint pink from his cheeks and a hint of red on his lips. Each step he took towards the door frame and me,  I felt like I was backing away, I had to stand guard. To make myself look more intimidating, I could feel myself shivering. I had no idea if it was from the cold night air or out of fright.   

I asked this man who I had never seen before if he would like to come in and shelter him self from the incoming storm. Possibly staying overnight as I do have a spare bedroom that hasn't been used for more than ten years. I knew the storm was getting closer because if I squinted my eyes I could see flashes of lighting in the distance. I know my mother keeps telling me not to speak to strangers, let alone invite them into your house, but this was to help the person out. Yes I did not know who hi was or why he was he but I felt obliged to help him out of the storm that was growing closer. I asked again more clearly and louder so that he could hear me.

No words came out of his darkened perfectly shaped mouth but he seemed to take up my offer and enter the house. He slid past the coat rack and gently stomped through the entrance corridor and on through to the living room. Behind him dragged a dark green cape that must have been dragging 3 meters behind him filled the corridor from left to right. That was not what surprised me most. No that was something else. What I couldn't help but think was how he knew where to go, the door to take living room was closed and there were two other doors leading off from the corridor to choose from. It was like he had been here before, or he had been watching me to see what I did and where I went. Both I wanted not to be true but one had to be? Right?

I had not long to dwell on this as before I know it this strange, unnoticeable man had started to speak from inside the living room.

He asked in a strange and mysterious deep voice "You are the mortal with the name of Bailey Louise, correct?" I was so startled by the stranger's presence let alone him trying to communicate with me I could hardly speak, only a muffled squeak left my lips. I must have angered him by not responding in time for it to be counted as a response as he came in through the open front door, his cape still flowing behind him and asked a again but more serious and adding on the end "you will have to answer me this time," The dim light in the hall way reflecting off his face in a very strange and unsettling way making him look like a mass axe murderer. I was second guessing why I opened the door late at night to a person I didn't know. Why didn't I just stay inside and turn off the lights and pretended I was not in, what I would have usually done. I looked around the hallway for anyway to get me out of this mess but the only thing I could find was a broken umbrella in the corner of the entrance.

I had to answer him as it would look to suspicious to just be standing there not responding to a question he had obviously asked directly to me. I cleared my voice and nodded, I looked up to find him staring back at me with a confused look over his face. Of course he wouldn't know what I did; I would have to actually talk to him. This time I responded but in a soft and hushed voice only loud enough for a mouse to hear, "Yes but I prefer it if you just called me Bailey," "Good," He said "At least I know my brother was not fooling me" "Your brother...?" I asked.