The Unseen

Eyes On The Prize

I wake up to the steady sound of Drew's heartbeat against my ear. It's relaxing and his warmth makes me feel safe. I carefully unwrap myself from his arms and cover him up with the blanket at the end of the bed. He looks so cute when he sleeps. I toss on his shirt, as I can't find mine.

I open his door and leave it open a crack, I'll be back in a minute. I search though the dining room and kitchen and find something that will work. A post-it and a pen.

D,

Needed air.

Out for a walk.

I'll be back.

XOXO

R.

I take it off the stack and stick it on the inside of his door, closing it quietly behind me.

The morning air bites my skin, even underneath his thin, basketball shirt. But I like it, it wakes me up. I decide to walk by Mike's house to see how many people are passed out drunk in his yard.

As I pass Landon's house, I hear crying. I look to the curb and see a blonde, who I can only assume to be Megan sobbing uncontrollably. I approach her carefully, "Megan? Are you okay?"

She turns to me and frantically tries to wipe her tears away, failing miserably, "I'm fine, go away."

"Megan, seriously, what's wrong?"

Megan looks to me, "Why do you care?"

"We may not be best friends......or friends at all really, but I don't like seeing you like this. What's wrong?" I look to the house, "Where's Landon?"

At the mention of Landon, fresh tears fall down her face, "He's the problem."

"Did you guys break up?" I ask.

Megan shakes her head, "If I tell you everything do you promise not to tell anyone or call me crazy?" I nod, "It all started like a few days into school. There was something different about Landon, like he wasn't being himself all the time. He'd be the same sometimes and then different others. Then recently he's been kind of out of it and drinking a lot, definitely drinking a lot. That's one of the reasons I got so mad last night, you were kind of encouraging his drinking. But anyways, this morning I woke up and he was glaring at me, demanding for me to find you and this time, there was nothing left to tell me that he was still him, he was still Landon. He's just in there breaking stuff."

This reminds me of this scary movie I just saw called The Conjuring, (which is kinda scary, but not as scary as it seems to be in the commercials). Anyways, the Warrens were talking about the three stages of possession: infestation, oppression, possession. And Landon's situation sounds an awful lot like it. And that hand! The hand I saw last night coming from his arm, this has to be the real thing. I don't know if that's a good thing but I know what's going on, and I need to stop it.

"Ok, Megan, this is going to sound a little strange but I need you to go down to Drew's house and do me a few favors. I need you to wake him up and tell him to find you salt, duct tape, possibly rope and a bible. Bring him and those things down there. I'll be in there." I say, pointing towards the house that Landon is in.

She nods, "Be careful."

I make my way up the sidewalk and find the door unlocked. I walk in and immediately notice the items thrown hastily around the room. Stomping comes from upstairs so I head up to the source of the sound. There's a decent-sized landing at the top of the stairs with a window and a table in the center. A tall figure hunches over the table, looking out the window.

"So the blonde bitch was good for something." He snickers without looking over, "She brought you to me, like I asked."

"I know you're not Landon. I know you're dead. Why do you want me?" I say, not planning to play games with whoever this is.