Forlot - Books 1-3 {Completed}

Nora's Words of Wisdom and Chapter One

"They say that a shadow only exists in darkness, but what if I told you that shadows do exist in the light? These creatures, the shadows, also have powers and live in a world that we yet begin to comprehend."
- Nora the Wise

Mom's Voice

"Oh..." I moaned as I tossed and turned in my bed.

Once again, I was having trouble falling asleep. As soon as I found out that my mother died, which was last year, I started having this problem.

I missed her so much. Both my dad and I. Not a day went by that we did not think about her and the things that she did that influenced us to be the father and son that we were today.

Spending quality time with me and Dad.

Giving me advice on how to survive middle school.

Cooking the best meals ever. And no, I am not exaggerating about that. I am dead serious.

I heard a rumbling sound coming from my stomach and sighed. The only thing that was dead was my mom, and I would never see her again for a long time.

I could feel myself tearing up, and then quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes.

Whenever I think about her, I could not help but get upset and cry. But what good would that do? Crying would not bring her back.

I played with my fingers and stared at my bedroom door. It was wide open, and the doorway led to the dark hallway. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered one of Mom's known abilities.

She was good at scolding just about anybody, especially me. Every school day, she would stand in my doorway, wearing a shirt and skirt that both matched. Her hands would be placed on her waist, her left hand gripping the car keys. And she would be staring intently at me, watching as I hurried to put my clothes on.

"Come on, Nigel," Mom always said. "You are going to be late."

"Almost ready," I always replied. "A couple of minutes."

"You do not have any more minutes. Let us get the show on the road. Now."

I wiped away my tears from my face. Those were the good days. Even if she were scolding me, at least she was there.

At least she was still alive.

If I could only hear her scold me once more...

"Nigel..."

I jumped a little at the sound of that voice.

A creepy voice.

"Nigel..."

I surveyed every inch of my room. Top to bottom. It was so dark in the room. Blackness surfaced over every corner.

Who the heck was saying my name?

I grabbed the glass of water that was on my nightstand.

Or...I tried to.

I leaned over and examined my nightstand. "Ah, great," I whispered. There was no water. Heck, there was no glass.

I forgot to get my water. Do you not hate when that happens?

Grunting, I slowly got out of bed and walked out of the room. I headed down the hallway to the closet, opened the closet door, and grabbed a flashlight from the top shelf. I turned on the flashlight, and bright light immediately appeared on my command.

And then I heard a peculiar sound. Like a snort.

I chuckled softly when I realized that it was Dad. He was in his room, snoring away in his sleep. I shook my head. He has got to control his snoring.

I quietly hurried down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I turned on the kitchen lights and set the flashlight on the counter, turning it off as I did so.

The lights flickered on, and the room came out of darkness. It was a pretty big kitchen. Three lamps on the ceiling lined up across the room. There was a table in the middle with six chairs surrounding it. The white floor and yellow walls glistened under the lights.

I stood on my tiptoes as I reached for one of the cabinets and pulled it open. Inside were glasses after glasses, stacked on top of each other. I grabbed a stack and carefully pulled a glass away. I put the rest of the glasses back in the cabinet, closed the cabinet door, and started walking towards the fridge.

Clank!

"Huh?!" A chill ran down my back.

What was that?

I walked to where I heard the noise - and saw the bowl of candy that is usually on the table on the floor. Candy scattered all over the floor. The bowl was not broken, thank goodness, but it had a huge crack on its side.

My heart pounded rapidly. Did I mention that I am a scaredy-cat?

Mom always reminded me to have courage. How could I though? I am a wimp!

My whole body shuddered. Why did I have the feeling that someone was in the kitchen with me? Watching me?

Then I heard the voice again. Calling to me.

"Nigel...Nigel..."

At this point, I wanted to run back to my room and hide under the covers. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance to do so.

I turned - and let out a yelp when I saw a shadowy figure.

Its body was all black, like a shadow, and its red eyes stared at me. I tried to run, but the shadow grabbed my neck and hoisted me into the air.

"No! Please!" I cried.

The shadow gripped my neck tightly, cutting off my circulation.

"Noooooooo!"