The Haven High Book Series (Wattys2017)

Chapter 4

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Later that afternoon just as the nurse wheeled in a hospital tray filled with a congealed mess, he was relieved to find out that he wasn't going to have to eat it. 

As luck would have it, all the tests had come back negative. It really wasn't a tumor.

The strange doctor had spoken to them just before the tray had arrived, and had explained that as far as he was concerned it had been an isolated incident and that it was perfectly safe to take him home, he was also confident that after a full nights sleep Zach would be free to resume his normal activities. 

When his dads questioned the diagnosis the doctor alleviated their concerns by suggesting that   they keep a close eye on their son and should there be a repeat incident they could feel free to return him post haste, (he actually used that word), but since all the tests confirmed his diagnosis, that their son was a perfectly healthy teenage boy, then they could feel free to go home and celebrate a very happy outcome, and then he had done the weirdest thing and kissed both Matt and Chris on both cheeks after shaking their hands.

His dads took him home, and they celebrated his good health by ordered Chinese food and eating it on the living room floor while watching an episode of The Voice prerecorded on the PVR. His dads joked that no one in their right mind could resist the witty repartee of the lovely Adam Levine and the very sexy Blake Shelton -- The love hate bromance of the century.

Afterward, Zach's dads sent him to bed when they noticed him struggling to keep his eyes open. He gave them both a big hug that was returned with full gusto from both guys before he staggering up the stairs and literally crashed on his king size bed. He was asleep even before his head hit the pillow and dreaming about strange doctors and weird eyes watching him in the dark before he knew it. 

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Hours later . . .

Zach woke with a jolt. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and for some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Every hair on his head was standing on end and a nervous shiver ran through his stiff muscles. He turned slowly to see that the red numbers on the alarm clock radio read 11:50 pm.

He tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the uneasy feeling wouldn't go away and to top it off he was starting to shiver. His room felt like someone had just opened the window or a door to the October night. 

Reaching tentatively toward the bedside lamp he pulled the cord, and a dull glow lit the center of the room leaving the corners cast in dim shadows.

Zach's gaze did a quick sweep of the room just to double check he was indeed alone, but when he cast his eyes to the corner nearest the door, he felt his heart skip a beat just before it started madly trying to flutter all the way up his throat. 

He clutched his chest; it was the only thing he could think to do to keep his heart from beating a rapid retreat out of his mouth.

Oh My God! someone was in his room.  A dark figure lurked in the corner closest to the door.

Zach sat bolt upright in the bed poised for flight. "Who's there?" He called timidly across the darkened space, his eyes squinting in the dim light. Try as he may he could not get a better look at the menacing figure.

Was he dreaming, did someone break in, was it a friggin' ghost?! His mind reeled with the possibilities. 

He didn't know what to do. His mouth felt dry and his palms began to sweat.