We all have inner demons that come out at the wrong possible time. One demon in particular latches itself onto an unborn child,only to haunt that child till the day they die. You can never get rid of it nor kill it,once that victim is dead and gone,the demon moves onto another victim and so on and so forth. These demons in particular can portray themselves as you and I,you may never know who or where it could be lurking. It doesn't feel what we feel,it's heart is like a block of ice,ice cold. Most children have their phases where they make up an imaginary friend and call it what ever they want. Most parents can't see what children see,you may never know what this 'friend' may look like unless you see through a child's point of view.
One boy was cursed with this demon since the day he came out of his mothers womb. Now at the age of 6,Zayn was a very isolated child growing up. He wouldn't speak much,when he would it would be one-word sentences. Zayn never had real friends,he would wish to befriend anyone at school but there was always a certain entity that was luring him away from the other kids.
He wasn't like any normal kid though,he saw things,never spoke to anyone,and loved to draw instead of play.
"Mother,may I go outside?" Zayn asked his mother. She gave him a questioning look but nodded. Running through the town,Zayn hurriedly ran to the one place he felt content. Down by the old cemetery. Now it may seem odd for any child to want to be at a cemetery,but not for Zayn. He had found this cemetery about a year ago while roaming through town. It's not much,a few tomb stones here and there,but there was an enormous tree in the middle of it all. It was an old tree,but large and standing tall.
Sitting under his tree,it was a gloomy day. The sky filled with grey clouds and little droplets of rain. He pulled out his drawing pad and started on something simple like the trees that surrounded him. As Zayn looked at his surroundings,he saw a man in formal clothing. A nice tuxedo with a nice bowtie and a large top hat. Curiosity getting the best of Zayn,he walked towards the strange man.
"Excuse me. "Zayn said. The man didn't move from his position ontop of the tomb stone. "Excuse me sir. "Zayn asked again. This time the man looked up at Zayn. He had piercing emerald eyes and had wild brown curls. The mans mouth twirked up in a wide devilish smile. "Good day. "the man said. His voice was deep and rumbled like thunder. "What are you doing here alone?"Zayn asked. "Ahh but you see I'm not alone if your standing here with me. "The man shot back. "My name is-" "Zayn. "Zayn was taken aback by the sudden answer. "How did you know my name?"Zayn questioned. The mans smile grew even wider now. "I know everything about you. "The man said. "Well what's your name?"Zayn asked. The man stood tall,taller then anyone Zayn has ever encountered. He circled Zayn for a while till he stood behind him,mouth close to zayns ear. "I have many names. "the man whispered,Zayn turned around and the man was gone,vanished. He felt a tap on his shoulder making him turn around quickly. The man was stood ontop of the tomb stone looking down upon Zayn. He removed his top hat and bowed. "You can just call me Harry. "
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A/N:Here's the first chapter. I know it's crappy,I tried though you guys (: feedback would be great. And also this story is taking place in the 1900s old London.
