Till The Very Second

Chapter 1

 Alone in the house, I looked out the window to the calm night sky. The woods outside my house were oddly quiet.

That night was particularly off. My mother and father had both died in a car crash on this exact day last year. I would have been dead now too, if not for the strange presence around me on that day.

Looking down at my phone, I catch a glimpse of my mother's necklace. It was given to me after she had died. I never got the courage to put it down. A strange urge compelled me to stand up and walk over to it. As I picked it up, the power was cut, making my bedroom grow eerie with long shadows. Startled, I turned around.

The necklace caught the gleam of the moonlight, making me notice something had been carved into the pendant. It had not been there earlier that day when I had seen it hanging from my jewelry rack. The closer I looked, the more alarmed I became. The note was not written in a language I understood. The pendant caught the glow of the moonlight once again, a blue glow cast upon half of the carving. Suddenly, the carving made sense - or at least half of it.

Taken aback by this revelation, I run to the window so that the whole pendant is under the grey moonlight. The pendant twinkled under the moon, reading the words, "Alaya, my spirit saved your life, now time to repay me with your own life." I stumbled backwards, the words finally registering in my mind.

My life was in danger - the spirit that saved my life is now coming after me.

"Alaya," it was a mere whisper, but I heard it from behind me. Suddenly the air was pushed out of my lungs, the spirit had it's hands around my throat, holding on as to not let me go, but not enough to choke me. Spinning me around, the spirit said my name again. I couldn't see anything until the moonlight caught the spirit.

The spirit glew silver under the moonlight, much like the writing. His face was slashed right down the middle, a large gash still present, with blood still dripping out of the gash. The most surprising parts though were that he had an axe lodged in his skull, and that he seemed around my age.

"Who are you and how do you know me?" I questioned the spirit, trying to keep calm although my voice still quivered.

"My name was Damien. I saved your life last year at this very time and date. Did you think it was a coincidence that the time, down to the very second, is when I appear to take your life?"

"Why did you save me, Damien?"

"So that I could kill you, Alaya." He started to pull the ax out of his head, a venomous look in his eye.

That's when I ran.