The Black Eyed Children

It's there

I was reading and writing down info, pretty much the rest of the day.  Ellie called me once in the process, saying she might know who.  But a little more research proved him wrong...  Until around 11:30 p.m. I stumbled across an article on some kid named "Jonathan Gray", who lived just inside the town.  The story went something like people hated him.  One day,  one of the older kids invited him to a party.  When he arrived, the other kids proceeded to beat him. People had beaten him with solid tools. 
One girl, who went unnamed by the family's request, brought a knife.  It was recorded that she stabbed him 4 times.  After putting up a fight, he was ultimately asphyxiated with a bag.  They dumped the body in the woods.  The recorded area was pretty close to Michael's house, even closer to James'.  After I put two and two together, I dialed Michael faster than you could blink.  The line was put to voicemail twice.  I slid into a pink and black flannel and a pair of black jeans that had been lying on my floor for a week and a half.  I grabbed a bag of salt, a lighter, a bottle of gas and my phone, and threw them into my backpack.  I slung it over my shoulder and booked it out the door.
My feet pounded against the cold ground  like a hammer against a wooden slab.  My heart was pounding like my feet.  They were almost in sync.  The cold wind was whipping against my face, my eyes watering.  I arrived to his doorstep, pounding on the door.  No response.  I heard muffled gasping.  My only option was to break a window, seeing that every way in was locked.  As soon as the sound of glass shattering rang through the house, the gasping stopped. 
I charged upstairs, ignoring the painful feeling of extreme fatigue.  I got to Michael's door, which was unlocked and ajar.  I peeked in, and saw him, unmoving.  I was halfway through the doorway when I heard a laugh that sounded a lot like mine.  I gazed around the room, and saw... ME.  The thing was just staring at me, sitting on the bed with a blank expression.  It was me, but paler, and it's eyes were pitch black.  Out of all the mildly crazy things I've done, from stabbing a kid in the finger with a pencil to getting a BB pellet stuck in my ear, I never thought I would stare myself in the face, hoping I hadn't just walked in on my own death.
To this day, I don't know if it was the spirit's work, or all the thoughts pounding against the inside of my skull, but I had gotten hit by a wave of dizziness, that had almost knocked me over.  I regained my thoughts, only to see me, I mean, IT leapt out the window.  I don't know what clicked, but in a quick decision, I emergency dialed 911 on his phone, dropped it on the bed, and decided to follow.  The last thing I heard before I jumped out the window was
"Hello, 911.  What's your emergency?"