Necromance My World

Chapter 1

"Ben! Dinners ready!" His mother's voice cried from the bottom of the stairs. He didn't reply, he never did. He just simply walked downstairs. He had never been able to talk, when he tried nothing came out, but he as allowed to think. That's all he did. He left his room, with a steady pace, feeling the gentle welcoming walls on his finger tips. down the stairs he went, not with grace and perfect, nor of a monster. More of a ghost, silent and with a pace.

Down on the last step he takes a right, going through the living room into the kitchen, he just sat at the table, where his dinner was settled in front of him. He looked down at his plate, sphagetti and meat balls. his favorite. as he looked down at the bracelet around his wrist, it glowed a familar warm swirling darkness. Black, with swirls of pale white. it always reminded him of his dreams. The long horrible nightmares, that he could never scream himself awake from. As he ate some sphagetti, he slowly remembered his dream.

In his dreams, it was always a graveyard. The nighttime, while the sun was  no where to be seen. The moonlight shading only did its best to illuminate the dead branches of trees, the headstones did there best to bring up the ghost bumps on people. Then a single thunder would roll out of the sky. a single cloud no where to be seen. a fog would roll over him. The fog would then dissapear as soon as they appeared, and then they showed up.

First one or two, then five. 10, 20. eventually he can se all of them, the thousand of ghost all around the grave. and they notice him now. they know he can see them. they swarm around him wih questions. he tried to push them away, push them off of him. but it doesnt work. they only fall down, and bodies begin to come out of the ground. grabbing at his legs, pulling him down, then they start to swarm him. he triesscreaming, but just like in reality. his voice still doesnt work. and he has no clue what the ghosts were sayng, because in that horrible nightmare. he has no voice, and all he can do is hea the wailing of ghosts while some mumble words in which he cannot understand. As soon as all are on top of him, he finally manages to wake up. his bed i completely soaked. He cried. Cried during his entire nightmare.

"Finish eating your sphagetti" His mom whispered into his ears, bringing him back to reality. Just as oon as he was back, he wiped the tears from his eyes, glad his mom hadnt noticed.

"sweet heart. you have to make sure you eat lots and lots of sphagetti, so that you can grow up to be a strong 7 year old." He nodded his head slowly, then she left the room. He silently drifted back upstairs, his toes sliding hard on the carpet, yet no sound was ever head. As he reached the top of the stairs and looked back, something seemed to move right out of his feild of vision. A white blur.

He didnt pretend he didnt see it, he turned around and sprinted to his room. Making noise this time. unlike the blur that just seemed to follow him all the way to the edge of his door, in which ben slammed the foor shut. not a whisp of the white blur could ever get in.