Seeing Eye

Hey everyone, well this is an old novel that I had completed a couple of years ago. I decided that I would post it here and see how it goes from there.

I will be posted every couple of days or so depending on how the novel goes. Still have to worry about other novels as well even though this one is completed.

Hope you all enjoy and please leave a comment and vote! Would mean everything!!

(WARNING NOVEL MAY NOT BE AMAZING, NOT A LOT OF DETAILS, AND MISTAKES ARE PRETTY MUCH KNOWN IN THE NOVEL. GOING TO TRY AND FIX SOME, BUT REALLY CAN'T DO TO MUCH) sorry!!

1LS

No ones suppose to know they exist, but I do... No ones suppose to see them, but I can... No ones suppose to hear them, but I am... That was all I was thinking on the night of my sixteenth birthday. It was formally the twentieth time that I had seen and heard them, and it was probably going to be my last.

Chapter 1 (A memory of the past)

Hi, I'm Emily William's, and I am the only person known to be able to see and hear these creatures, so that has to lead to the first one, of knowing they exist. But the whole problem to being the only one to know about these creatures is that no one can help you when they kidnap you, and that is what happened to me.

Now everyone in my home town thinks I'm dead reason to that is, it's been four years already and no one has even found my body, so formally to everyone in my home town, I am dead.

And now you are probably wondering, how can a dead person be writing about her life after she had been kidnapped and everything that happened during? Wouldn't her hand go through the paper, and pen?

Well in most cases you would be right, but not in this one. I am dead- or at least was - to everyone around me only because no one could find me, but I am very much alive.

Actually at this very moment I am in my home with my family, and friends. Everyone I knew, and loved before I was taken adding one person of course. Cody. Hot, brave and very sweet. I think I had fallen in love with him the first time I seen him. He was the one who saved me.

But let's not skip ahead, 'Kay?

Let's start at the moment, four years ago, on my sixteenth birthday, the night that I went missing.

. . . (Kidnapped)

I was walking in the cool breeze night of September twentieth -my birthday- when I heard them again. I didn't know what to think at first, fear just took over me so I walked faster, but they only got closer, louder.

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, and the sound of their moaning behind me. It wasn't like a ghost moan of pain like the ones you see in those old time ghost stories. No this was real, this was my horror.

The sounds that came from the ghosts behind me were that of anger, and resentment. It was like they hated every minute of following me, and it gave me hope that they would leave me alone so I kept running.

Thoughts ran through my head as I ran. These thoughts were of the last times that they had showed up. I was fearful of what they might do to me, if I would get away like the last time.

"Last time," I tasted the words on my mouth.

The last time that they had followed me was my nineteenth time, this was my twentieth and I knew it would only get worse. I sighed as I kept running, thinking little about the nineteenth time that they had attacked me, and more about the twentieth time. The time they were finally able to take me. This time...