The Shadows in the Moonlight

Chapter 1: The day awakens

The sound of music fills my ears, my mind half way in between being conscious and unconscious. My warm covers ease me back into the comforting unconscious state I was in before. I awaken once more to the sound of raindrops tapping on the roof, and I open my eyes slowly, warmth still surging through my body and sleepiness still clouding my mind. I slowly roll out of bed, and out of my covers, the air hits my legs and arms as I pick out my clothes, a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and my white sneakers. I take my brush and I brush it through my long, dark hair until it was silky and shiny with gloss. I go to the bathroom near my room and put on some deodorant and brush my teeth. I turn on the the sinks' faucet and put it on warm, cupping my hands together with a little pool in my hand and splash it on my face. My heartbeat picks up quickly as my body wakes up more, my mind now cleared, I quickly change the water to cold and then splash it on my face. I walk back into my room and put on light makeup, grab my bag, and head upstairs. I see something behind me, and look back, nothing there, the next room I see something in front of me and look again, once again, not there. I thought I saw a tall figure, but that's ridiculous. I go upstairs, not looking back, feeling as though I'm being watched. I head to school and ponder what had happened, then push it aside, with that on my mind I won't be able to focus on my classes. I told my best friend Skylar, and I knew that she believed me, she was one of the only people I could trust. The school day went by in a flash, and before I knew it I was back at home. I changed my clothes, so I'm now wearing a red long sleeve see through shirt with long strings to tie the ends of the sleeves. I put on Angel of Music from my tv, the music controlling my body, as I sway to it as the music pours into my body and soul, getting lost in it. I see a figure behind me, right near my bed, and turn back, once again nothing there. I see it several times and I stop looking back, only swaying my body and closing my eyes, and it comes closer. I now see it, or he, clearer, he was wearing a long white shirt with black pants and was tall. He comes right behind me and I feel his breathe on the back of my head, his hands hovering over my waist. I keep swaying, scared as the music controls my body, my phone buzzes and I finally turn around, getting a glimpse of him before he is gone in a flash. For several nights this happens, then I have a dream. I am dancing outside my room, and it was deserted as usual, I am basically downstairs while my family sleeps and stays  upstairs. I was in a white dress and I was dancing while a single light was on me, the rest of it in darkness, I danced by myself in the the light, careful not to dance in the dark out of fear. Suddenly a figure emerges from the shadows and we dance, the light following us. He was tall and had a mask on, so I couldn't see all his face, but his eyes pierced me, those eyes I will never forget. I danced with him, and I was terrified but also calm, my mind and body in a trance like state. In that same room the next day, I was exercising and I was listening to music, my soul and the song itself intertwining into one, then the music lowers, hearing instead of the song, a voice that is low and hauntingly familiar, "it's so sweet I can almost taste it". My blood runs cold, and I start exercising harder, I pick up my right leg and kick high up, and left one stepping back and bending, my hands shoot up and I let out a scream as my body arches and leans backward. Suddenly it feels as though two hands from behind me push me forward, back so that I'm standing in place. I run into my room, and call Skylar, telling her everything, she was scared for me, and told me to rest up. Every night, almost in a trance Ill stand in front of the tv and play Angel of Music, Phantom of the Opera, and Masquerade. This time I glanced back and saw two, one was the one I saw before in the same place and the other in my closet, and both were very tall figures.After this I called my friend and as I sang along with the songs, she said she saw things behind me, darting figures and eyes. And this went on for a week, I finally called her again and pleaded for them to show themselves and tell me what they want. I told them to tell me in a dream, and I was scared, my friend told me that it was going to be okay, and that night I dreamed of five people in my school. They were all in black and all had short black hair that covered their eyes, the shortest was in the middle and the only blonde, he was talking to me, and I realized his eyes had red veins underneath them, and he talked to me with a cigarette in his mouth. Him and I both talked but I don't remember what was said, as though he was talking to me and I was underwater, I woke up in the middle of the night and from my tv reflection I was a shadow standing on the right-side of my bed, closest to me, but I didn't look to the right. He was tall and wore all black, looking at me and tilting his head, I fell back asleep. The next night I told Skylar and she was shocked, to the right of my room there was a room with tanks, and she told me not to look in there, but I didn't listen. I slowly opened the door, and saw nothing, but then I closed it and saw something dart from the other side in the room. Skylar told me that she started seeing them too, and then my closet door started to slightly swing open and closed. And has continued to do so, every time before I go to sleep. I wake up from someone tapping me, the man in the white shirt, his face that of an angel, his eyes and aroma filled with mystery. He takes my hand and I let him, he and I walk out of the house and I look up at the dark, the midnight sky sprinkled with stars, the bright, glowing moon in the sky with grey clouds covering some of it. My mind goes blank, and we stop at the car, he opens the door for me and I get in. He drives for awhile and I look at him, "where are you taking me?"
He answers, his eyes staying on the road, "someplace that you have to go to".  After two hours, we arrive at a huge mansion with tons of land surrounding it, and I stare in awe. I look and see houses big, yet very different, each of the houses largely spaced out. He gets out of the car and opens the door for me, I turn my right hand into a fist and rub my right eye, letting out a yawn. I follow him and he knocks on the front door, another young man dressed in a black t-shirt with red plaid bottoms opens the door. The guy at the door and the man who took me from my bed looked like two of the four men that were in my dream that all had dark hair that covered their eyes. I step inside, the guy with the white shirt following going inside and disappearing somewhere. The guy wearing plaid shoes me upstairs to a room five doors down to the left. The room was huge, and pinkish red everywhere with flowers,  the guy starts to walk off, and I look at a small blue empty vase, as big as my palm. I hear a noise and knock it off the dresser, I try to catch it but it falls and cuts my hand, the guy is there and it cuts him too. He gently pushes me back on the bed so I'm laying on it and tells me to wait there and not move. He runs to the bathroom and gets a washcloth and lightly dampens it with water and gets some bandages, rubbing alcohol, and some water. I look at my right hand that was injured, and let my hand hang on the side of the bed, watching in awe as the blood surfaced, collected and dropped in my other hand. He came running back, setting all of it down on the dresser, pulling some tweezers from the drawer, and plucking out the shards. After he was done he rubbed the alcohol on my hand and wrapped my hand in it carefully, being gentle so that he didn't hurt me. I looked at him carefully, his concentration nearly unbreakable. I looked at one of his hands and saw that it was bleeding, he finished wrapping my hand, and was about to get up, but I sat him back down. I pointed to his hand and started treating it the same way that he did to me, his cuts deeper than mine. He sits up and I give him some water to drink, I take the cloth and gently dab it on his cheek. I put the water on the dresser and bring my bandaged hand to his face, before he could stop me, I lifted up his hair to dab on his forehead and see his eyes, dark, and reflective, like puddles of oil. I bring the cloth to his forehead and put it on his forehead. His face shocked, expecting something to happen when I pulled his hair back that revealed his eyes. I finish his hand and left him there, collapsing onto the red velvet couch across the room, and bringing the cover up to my shoulders. Falling into a deep sleep, a light humming in my ears.