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12:15 PM – Unexplained shocks and quick disappearances

“Hello?” A sweet, kind voice was asking; it was a woman.

George was about to stand up and answer the door when Mel pulled him back down

“Don’t. It’s a trick.” Scowled Mel.

 Sean sneakily went and answered the door; it was only Mrs Impter, the neighbour.

“Hello Sean, can I ask you something?” Mrs Impter asked anxiously.

“Yes, of course.” Sean replied; concerned.

“Have you seen Graham anywhere? I haven’t seen him all day and I sent him to go fishing with his father for an hour.”

Paul is Mr and Mrs Impter’s son; their only son.

“No, I haven’t. He might have fibbed about fishing and bunked off sneakily without Mr Impter looking. You know what teenagers are like; very mischievous.” Assured Sean; leaning against the door frame with hands in pockets.

“Well, true but he wouldn’t have bunked off all day.”

This perplexed Sean; Paul is a smart, loyal boy who would never disobey his parents. Why is he missing?

No... it can be him; the dreaded man.

“I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen anything or anyone knocking about but if I do, I will let you know; as always.” Assured Sean; keeping his dark thoughts to himself.

Mrs Impter nodded in satisfaction and walked back to her house at the end of the road; Sean feels sorry for Paul and his mother.

Tuesday

3:00 AM

 Mel woke up abuptly from a disturbing nightmare of suffering a fatal blow; seeing George having his head blown off his neck and Sean falling to his death in a deep, dark well after being pushed; but by who?

She checked the time on the clock that sat on the night stand; 3: 00AM. That was the time Jesus Christ allegedly passed away. She's woken up three times in row in the middle of the night at this time.

Why is she waking up at 3: 00AM? Why is the time so specific?

She heard faint scratches in the hallway. She saw an obscure shadow cast on the walls of the landing; it was towering over something. But what?

She reluctantly crept out of her bed to find out but then her curiousity was her weakness... 

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