Lost Boy◇Nate Parker AU

Chapter Three// the board

I panic as if I just saw a ghost but what was it precisely? I haven't been feeling anything odd ever since I got here so what could it be? 

I shut the door really quickly after I went into the doorway of it. I start to breath heavily as i try to make my way to the kitchen. I get some matches from the drawer underneath the sink and walk to the front of the house where there is a wood stove. I open the doors and then see there is already wood in the stove that is unused. 

I look both ways so if what I am seeing is actually true. Why is there wood in this stove that hasn't been used in a long time?

I get what looks like newspaper from the corner of living room but then I look at the headline I freeze in my tracks.

"Missing people?" I ask out loud. I look at the photos and my eyes stumble upon a thing I didn't want to see. "Nathaniel Abraham Parker."

I take the newspaper from the state at which it is in and rip it up. I throw it in the stove.

I then look around for any matches but can't find any. I then look directly underneath the stove and my mouth hangs open for a moment or two.

I grab the box and then open it. Before grabbing one I look around again and there aren't any signs of anything weird. I  get the match lit and throw it in the stove. The fire gets abrupt right away.

I close the door and put my hands on the top of my head.

I start pacing back and forth , "What the hell just happened? What is happening right now? Why can't this happen when my parents are here??" I keep asking questions out loud when I know no one is going to answer but is it a behavioral problem that I should change because of moving inside this house. Am I missing my old house already and this is why I should just try to tell my parents I don't feel comfortable? Is my mind playing tricks on me?

I then hear rustling in the room that held the painting and I suddenly get up from the spot I had taken at the fireplace.

"Hello?" I ask out loud. I know that sounds like some horror movie but something has to be in there. 

I hear a louder bang and grab the wooden block that is by the fireplace. The lights are still out and I don't know how to look my way as I hold onto the block for dear life. 

"Show yourself bastard!" I yell over the thunder that is still blasting the prominence of the house.

I get to the door once again and shout, "now I'm not asking you once again! Show yourself!"

I open the door slowly and pear in. I look around the room as much as I can in the dark and it doesn't take me long to see that the painting with the boy is down on the ground and it is only a landscape painting as well.

"What the hell?'

A small aroma of wet dog fills my nostrils and I scrunch my nose up.

I repeat it, "what the hell?'

Why would this happen? Maybe that's not the question maybe I should ask what is happening the first place. What could be happening?

I hear rustling in the room next to it and then my eyes grow bigger if that is even possible.

"Hello?" I ask. Now I am scared. I have to admit it. I hear all these sounds. All these things that I can't explain, and that's it. That's it. I am so fucking scared right now.

I slowly and surely walk to the door of the next room. My hand is lingering on the doorknob and I am shaking for dear life as I turn the knob slowly.

My breathing is getting hitched up easily and when I pear inside the room there is nothing. But I smell that smell again. I feel coldness more than anything.

I gulp and go inside the room. I turn around the corner of it to slowly walk in. The only thing I can hear I the sound of my footsteps making the boards of the floor creak.

I still smell that awful smell and I while my nose before putting my hand back on the board to hold it more tightly.

Then I stop for a second.  I feel some sort of presence that i can't explain. It's coming from behind me and I dont know what it is.

I slowly breathe in and out as I am about to turn around.

"Well aren't you going to hit me?" I hear a voice right where I thought there was something strange.

My breathing becomes rapid and I turn around quickly. I don't come face to face with anyone though.

Oh shit. I feel nothing but a strange impulse going through me. I heard that voice. It was a male's voice and i dont want to be near it.

"I'm right here babe," the voice says to my side. I put my board outward to me and start breathing harder.

I drop the board completely and then try to fight the urge to cry and scream at the same time.

Because standing there in the same exact cloths. Having the same exact expression. Smelling of wet dog and clearly seeable...

Was the boy from the painting.

Nathaniel Abraham Parker.

A/N

Sorry it took so long to upload. Lost creativity for it but I am up and running on it again so this day and forward long chapters hopefully!!! I hope you guys enjoy the story right now! Don't forget to vote! Vote for nate because he killed it or during TideLiveSessions today!!