He Who Never Sleeps

Chapter 3: He Who Was Haunted

Besides Indina, Charlie, Stuart, and Celia, there were three more students. Lenny Donald, Sheila Moore, and Danny Ascardam. These children thought this school was a new beginning for them. They thought this school was a miracle. They were wrong. Little did they know that they had been chosen for something truly terrible.

"Okay, children. That is all the learning we will do today. You need plenty of rest for your big test tomorrow," Ana Verari said. Indina sighed. A test already? Not what she expected. She trotted into the hallway, but was stopped by Stuart. "I'm so glad to be out of there. Did you hear those tiny voices? Weird man."

Indina scowled. "Voices? I don't know what you're talking about, you peculiar looking boy. How did you ever get into this school? This school is only for the best of the best." Stuart frowned, but shrugged it off. Indina thought about what he had said. She had indeed heard what sounded like wind, but voices? Surely not. That boy was just clearly out of his mind.

Celia was the last to leave the library. She was much too shy to walk out at the same time as everyone else. She couldn't even look at someone when they spoke to her. Her boots echoed through the hall as she began to walk up the stairs. SHWOOO! The first thing Celia grabbed was her scarf. She wouldn't dare let anyone see her face. She was much too scared to let that happen. That was strange Celia thought. The giant window had banged open and let through a powerful gust of wind. Celia looked outside.

The skies were gray, it was raining, thundering, and decorations and chairs outside were being hurled around. A storm? In Simmers? Now this is strange. Celia picked up her books and looked back outside to see a chair whirling toward her. SMACK! She fell over and landed on the floor, blood streaming down the side of her head. She was out like a light. Too bad she couldn't hear someone laughing beside her. Something horrible. Oh, wait. A ghost.

3 Days Ago-Adam

I opened my eyes. Where the heck am I? "Oh, good. You're awake. It took five years for my spell to recover." I looked up. It was Mother. "Good thing you were still aging while you were dead." I stood up. We were in some sort of weird place. A gray room. A prison. "Where am I? How am I still alive? Why are you here?" I asked, angrily. She chuckled and walked towards me, chains wrapped around her feet. "Oh, darling. You are in my prison. I'm bound here, you see. But that's not what I awakened you for. You can start over now. Your previous life was filled with dumb and stupid mistakes. And you're not stupid, are you, Adam?"

"Go back to hell!" I said, spitting at her feet. She chuckled. "My dear son, I am only here to help you. I know what they did to you. And I know you want your revenge. They took you away from your true love. And you didn't even get to hear her voice. But I did," she said, wrapping her arms around me. I frowned and put my hands aggressively on her shoulders. "You heard her voice? What does it sound like. Tell me!" She teleported over to the other side of the prison. "Oh darling, please. That is for you to find out. First you have to get revenge. I am your mother. Revenge and anger is a big part of you, you know." Now it was my turn to chuckle. "Revenge? I'm nothing like you. Also, Celia knows that. She trusts me." Mother teleported over to me again and caressed my face with her hand. "But, darling, don't you see? They took you away from Celia. And they also killed her."

What? Killed my Celia. It couldn't be. "Oh, and darling. The offspring of the killers reside in a boarding school in Simmers. You can get your revenge. Look at what they did to your precious girl." She swirled her hands and created an image of Celia cut up in bits. It angered me. I was furious. "That's it, darling. Go get your revenge. I've given you supernatural abilities from a spell. And this time don't make any mistakes."

Present Day-3 days later

Celia woke up, eyes blurry. "Oh, thank heavens you're awake, Miss Celia," Ana Verari said, pressing a towel to the side of Celia's head. Everyone was gathered in the nurse's office. It was more of a giant room though with ten beds in it. "Is she gonna be okay, Charlie said, biting his nails (a recent habit). Ana Verari nodded her head. "She just had a minor blackout. That chair hit her pretty hard. Strange how it happened though. And what a quick storm." Stuart nudged Sheila and whispered,"Ghosts. I knew it."

Sheila grimaced and pushed him away. Ghosts? It did seem odd how the storm quickly brewed. I mean, a storm in Simmers. And what about the chair hitting Celia, but a ghost? Impossible Sheila thought. Silly Sheila. Too bad she didn't know "the ghost" was coming after her next.