Ray's Lament: A Welcome to Dead House Prequel

Chapter #8 The Watcher of Dark Falls (ENDING)

I woke up some time later. Who knows how long I'd been out. But when I got up and my vision began to come back to me, I was in my bedroom. Slowly, I lifted myself into a sitting position on my bed and looked all around me.

Nothing looked different. I didn't feel any different, I actually couldn't feel anything at all in my body at the moment. It was then that I realized that I had been holding my breath, but when I went to let it out, nothing.

I wasn't breathing?

Once more, I tried to breath normally, but it didn't make any difference. I was fine even though I couldn't breath?

    "What the?" I questioned aloud.

    "You're awake." A voice spoke from behind me.

I jumped and looked, instantly locking eyes with the pale realtor.

Mr. Dawes. He stood in the doorway of my bedroom staring at me. It was then that I began to remember everything.

The cemetery full of dead residents, my parents tied to a pole and getting eaten, their lifeless bodies laying on the stage, the feel of my friends teeth sinking inside my own body.....

    "No...." I whimpered, the realization slowly hitting me.

I looked at my hands. Pale....grey....a tear in my middle finger. I put a hand to my heart; no beat. Jumping off of my bed, I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. All of me was grey and pale in color. There was a line of teeth marks in my right cheek and dark circles had formed around my eyes. The only recognizable thing about me was my blue eyes and dark blonde hair.

    "Ray. We should talk." Mr. Dawes intruded, ripping my attention away from the mirror.

    "What have you done to me?!" I whispered.

    "Ray, please try to understand why we did it. We didn't have a choice. We haven't for over a year." Mr. Dawes explained.

I stared daggers at the realtor.

    "You killed me to satisfy your own hunger. Made me just like you. So now I'll want to...." I stuttered.

    "You'll want to eat human flesh and blood when you're hungry. Nothing else can satisfy you." Dawes stated.

    "And my parents?" I interrogated.

Mr. Dawes looked down, a sad expression on his face.

    "I'm afraid my fellow residents were more ravenous than normal this year.....your parents....won't become one of us they'll....stay down." The realtor admitted.

I gasped at this. My parents were dead. Not zombie dead, but actually dead....I didn't cry. At least they wouldn't have to see me like this. Instead, I stared up at the pale realtor.

    "What's going to happen to me then?" I asked.

    "Well, in your parent's absence I decided that I'm going to take you in, under my wing you could say. I've actually got a job for you." He smiled.

    "What?" I replied.

    "I want you to play a very important role in our yearly feeding ritual. You see, like your family, like you mostly: people tend to get very suspicious of what happens around here when they first get settled in. The odd mannerisms of the townspeople, strange noises and happenings. It could put us at the risk of losing them before we get to feed. We can't let them leave once they've arrived." The realtor informed.

    "So where do I come in in all of this?" I wondered.

    "We need somebody that's observant of people. And when we first met, I knew right away that you'd be perfect for this job once you were one of us. I need you to keep an eye on the new families that I bring into this house. The Dead House. Make sure that they don't get too suspicious of this place and befriend them if you can. And keep them away from the cemetery at all costs. Ray, I need you to be....The Watcher." Mr. Dawes told.