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Chapter 1

  Darkness surrounds you. Everything is silent. The world seems as if the time has froze. Nothing moves. You are a very imaginative person. You believe in what others don't. But some of your dreams may of been told they weren't true. Your parents don't believe in what you believe, they think it's just in your head. It might be to them but it's your own world. Seeing the things from your dreams come to life from your eyes. But Nightmares savages your brain. Killers, Devils, creatures from hell and death stay with you. It isn't so easy declining them from every day. Good and bad thoughts bounce around your head.
Your thoughts combine to create a dream. A boy with a white hoodie and black hair stands. His body leaned against a tree across the field. His hand clutch an object of mystery of your knowing. You walk toward the boy. The field extends leading it to be a longer distance from him. Your feet silently touch the ground when u got closer. Your almost there just a few more steps. A faint crack vibrates grow your ears. Looking down at your feet you see a broken doll. Your foot smashed into its head. Glass has shattered and pieces hidden throughout the grass.  boy slowly rises his head. He was very attractive. Never seeing a boy with the face of this you just stare. His eyes meet yours. His black eyes remind you of darkness.The world begins to shake as if u destroy history. The trees bark strips into pieces like paper and fall to nowhere all you can see is the boy still staring at you. Now everything is white. His eyes turn a dark green now and his hair to a dark brown. His looks at you and smiles. His adorable smile makes you blush and you start to smile as well. His hand then reaches out for yours. You grab his hand. Everything turns dark. He's gone.
The light seeps through the your eyes. Faint grey is before you. The light hits your eyes, making it a struggle to fully awake. Not getting the best of sleep you struggle getting up. Your thoughts develop to crest new thoughts during the night. You think of everything. The boy you saw near the tree. His hair turning from black to brown when you blinked. His eyes change to green. His smile before you grabbed his hand and vanished. Wondering if this was real or just your imagination you decide to start getting ready for school. Your name is Chloe Keversine. You are a student at the Black Oak High school. You aren't the most popular student. But you make friends easily. Your best friend lives near you but you don't hang out as much though. But you've been best friends since you were in kindergarten.
Nothing tore apart your friendship since. You plan on starting to hang out together soon. But the work your teachers give you is unbearable. Every teacher usually gives you homework every night. Not allowing you to to anything in your spare time.
You usuall walk to school. You don't live far from anything. You live in a town called Black oak. It's an odd name but it has its myths. While you walk down deatheny road you see a boy with the same face as the boy in your dream. You try to get closer to him. His face is hidden under his white hoodie. When you get closer his walks faster, trying to avoid you. You walk faster. He walks faster. He gets closer. You were just next to hime when he went in to a run. Pulling his hood to cover his face. You run also. It become a chase. A forest is up ahead. The boy sprints toward it. You are still behind him. He speeds toward the woods. He's still in your sight. You run at your fastest speed. But he gets there first. He glances behind him and sees you behind him. He circles around the trees to hopefully lose you. You refuse to let him out of your sight until you know who this boy is. For half an hour the chase goods on, until you don't know where you where anymore. You stop and look around. Non of this seems similar to you. You try to find your tracks. But the ground covers your tracks. He is out of your sight now. You circle the land. In the distance about 5 meters from you there's a trail path. You figure it's where you came from. You start to walk along the path. But your surrounding still don't seem familiar.
You used to explore the black oak forest when you were younger but you don't have the slit eat clue of where you were. The boy that you chased must know these wood very well and knew where was going. What could he be doing anyway. Was he going to go in the woods or might of been going to school. He didn't have a book bag or carried any books. You think he might have been just trying to get away from you. Guilt takes over you. If it wasn't for you you wouldn't of got lost. You could've been at school by now. No fear gets to you. School, you forgot about school. You watch says 7:20am. Your an hour late already. Now you had to find your way soon. You hesitate when you see the path split into three. You desire to go to the right path. Hopefully you guessed correctly. The path leads to another forest. But this forest you haven't seen before either. Where were you. You sneak along the path avoiding what hides in there. In the distance you see a speck of white and red. You approach it. It seemed to be on the ground. You sneak to get a glimpse of it. It's the boy! He is laying on a long with blood covering his white hoodie. His arm is covered in blood. You look closer to find an arrow through his left arm. It seems to be a hunter arrow. He is unconcence. You try to help him but he is to heavy to pick up. When you touch the arrow he makes a painful screech. His eyes strike open and pain covers his face. It's the boy from her dream. He hesitates, he try's to back away but the arrow hurts him. "What-t-t d-do you want", he screeches. " I'm here to help you", you reply. "But you ran after me, why do you want to help me". "Well do you want the arrow out of your arm or what". "Yes-s-s-ssss", he says in pain. You open you book bag and grab a cloth. You place it around the arrow. You hand now is grasping the arrow. His eyes are wide opened looking at the arrow. You start to pull the arrow out. The boy lets out a loud screech. The arrow is halfway out." Come on its almost out". The boy doesn't seem to hear you over his screeching. You pull the arrow out. He lays on the ground still in relief. You wrap the boys arm in the cloth. And bandage it. He looks up at you. You look at you watch now it reads 8:20am. There's no use getting to school now. The boy tries to get to his feet but you stop him. "Wait who are you anyway". The boy looks at you." Jeff ", he says. "I'm Chloe". "So Chloe why were you following me anyway?" You think of something that won't seem weird. " I thought you seemed familiar", you reply. Jeff just stares at you. You try not making eye contact but you can't resist. The black in his eyes seem lonely and empty. Silent but deadly. Death and sorrow swirl in his eyes. The smallest twinkle is the light and happiness in his life.
He layers on the ground while you sit next to him. The fear slowly fades from him. He moves his arm and let's out a sigh of pain. "Try not to move much", you tell him. "Yeah I know not to fucking move". You look at him while he lays back in his original position. "So do you live around here?" He looks up at you and start to think. "Yes........" By the look on his face he doesn't know how to answer. "Where are you from?" "Nowhere, I don't exactly live anywhere, if you want to know so badly". Of course you want to know but you just look at him. "I want to know but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but not to be offensive but do you have a home?" He looks down at his arm wrapped in bandages and looks back at you. " I used to have a home, family, friends but I moved on. To live my own life. With nobody to tell me what to do or any rules. Nobody to be there for me, nobody to love me......" He looks down and you move closer to him. "Hey, I'm sorry that that happened to you but look on the bright side". "Ew get away from me, why did you even help me anyway. Why did you exactly". You have no idea what to say. You only helped because you saw him and your instinct made you. If you told him the truth he'd think your just a plan stalker. "I-I don't.... Exactly know". He looks into your eyes. "Well thanks anyways..... nobody ever did that for..... me before......".
He starts to get up. You don't stop him. "Well I .....got to go.......". You nod your head and watch him start to leave. He looks back at you and smiles. Now he is out of your sight. Hidden through the woods.
The trees leaves rustle through the wind. And you still follow the path. You still are lost. Nothing is familiar to you. But you still try to remember how to get back. The trail grows longer and longer, seeming like it is endless. In the distance there is a small cabin. When you get closer you try to decrease the noise you make. Your feet lightly touch the ground and its just a small crunch through the leaves. You carefully walk up the steps and look through a window. There aren't any lights and seems abandoned. There might be some windows not the side of the house you walk to the side of the house. A large bush covers half of the window. The spikes on it makes it hard to get past. You can't see anything else but darkness. You search the other Windows but can't see anything. So you walk up to the front door. You start to Lightly to knock on the door, but nobody answers.
You knock on the door again more vicious this time. Nobody answers. You twist the door knob slightly. The doors unlocked. You walk inside. Misalanious items scatter the house. Dust and instects hide in the corners. There's a couch near a 1930s TV with a dark brown stain on the pillows. It might be just dirt. You linger the house. A flight of stairs in a hallway. The 2nd floor is covered in cobwebs and dust. 5 rooms are attached to the hallway. You walk in to the last door on the left. It's a bed room. The Windows covered in brown disable the sight outside you use a cloth you find on the floor to clear the window. You see well in the back of the house. But you continue to inspectorate the room. The bed has a large lump on it. You pull the blankets and all of the dust plunges at your face. Next thing you see in something white with black dots. When the dust disappears you look at the object. You almost fall over from the sight. A skeleton with rooted flesh barely hanging on to the bones. The horrid smell of the corpse makes you feel nashious. You feet heat ate to stand. But you turn to find a note in its hand. Quickly you grab a pencil of the dresser and attempt to open its hand. Its grip breaks the pencil. Your only option is to use your hands. You try pulling the hand open. How does it still have a grip on the paper? The hand comes off with you holding the hand. In shock the grip of the hand weakens and the paper falls out. You place the hand back on the bed and pick up the note. The note says:
"Dear Lorry, reading this then I'm already dead. I don't know how long I have left. I hear footstep footsteps in my head voices of the dead I don't know what's wrong with me............ I have also been needing to tell you.."
The rest of the note is scribbled out. You don't try and look closer at it and put it on the dresser.
You turn to leave and hear something. You freeze and look down the stairs. A loud crack makes you jump. The door opens. You don't know exactly who it is. They walk to the kitchen. You slowly walk down the stairs. They are tip toeing through the rooms. Carrying a knife covered in blood. You try to get a glimpse of them. A slight crack on the floor board creeks. They turn around to find you standing there. It's Jeff! His arm still wrapped and a black coat over his blood stained white hoodie.
"What are you doing here?" He looks at you. "I'm lost", you feel like you shouldn't of said that. He just stares at you. "Do you live here?" He looks at his knife and back at you. Tears fill his eyes."yes, my parents used to live here..... But now I do", he turns away to hide his tears. You feel horrible. Sorrow fills you and the skeleton in the room upstairs must of been his father. He looks back at you. "Do you have a family Chloe?" You look at him.
About 3 years ago your mom died in a car crash. She usually went to various places and one night a drunk man crashed into her causing her car to swerve and smash into a tree. When you heard the news you were crushed. You didn't know what to do anymore. You haven't been the same since then. She was the only person that you could talk to. Not having many friends in school you used to only talk to  her.
But you aren't the best buddy with your father. You don't really see him much. He's usually working or going places. You were not really close with each other. Usually a hello from time to time. After the crash he changed. He used to a very caring and loving man but now he is a very strict and fierce. After the accident he changed, he was crushed after the news. Nothing seemed the same. Mom was the sunshine to clear the rain. The cliffs now block her and unable to see her.
You linger around the house with Jeff downstairs. The long hallway has doors on each side with one door at the end of the hall. You approach the door and slightly turn the knob. A silent squeak echoes the house. There one small window on the right and left sides of the room. The walls covered in scratches. It looks like something with thick claws was scrapping against the walls. You follow the claw marks leading to a large black chest. The color was dark as death and a small skull lock secured the opening. Chains wrap around the chest. The door behind you opens,it's Jeff. He looks angry and his face looks serious. He walks up to you and says " what are you doing in here?" " I was just ummm looking around". "Well you shouldn't be in here, for you it's off limits." Jeff forces you out and locks the door behind him. His eyes meet yours, his eyes are a dark green and his hair is a dark brown. You wonder how his hair and eyes change so often. He walks down the stairs and you follow. He picks up a large knife. You hesitate and just watch his every movement. He runs up to you and pushes you against the wall. His eyes are now completely black and his hair also. "So.... Little one what should I do with you n-n-now, huh I wonder what this knife looks like down your throat". You try to get out of his grasp. His Hand gripping your neck. His grasp gets tighter and it's hard to breathe. Your fighting for air but he won't let go. You try to talk." Please sto-o-o-p", you get out and he lets go and you fall to the floor and it's dark.