Lover From The Shadow Realm

chapter one unordinary beginning

As sammy looked at the figure, it lifted its hand lifting sammy off the ground and flinging him against a tree knocking the wind out of him. With no time at all it placed its hand on sammys neck and choked him lifting him up against the tree, his side bleeding from the impact he struggled his vision fading to black. He continued to struggle against the grip of the spector as its grip only got tighter around sammy's neck. It wasn't until a larger presence was felt which distracted the apparition for a few seconds.

 It was in these few seconds sammy decided to move. He grabbed the vial around his neck and broke it on the spectors hand. It burned the hand of the spector and caused it to drop sammy. This was his chance to run as this was one fight he wasn't prepared for. He ran off deeper into the forest, sammy was turned around running away from his house. It wasn't long until he knew he was being followed and sammy wanted to fight he just didn't have the right tools. After what seemed like an eternity of darting left and right trying to shake this ungodly beast he stumbled across an old decayed house. Sammy ran up to the doorstep looking back.

He then rested the ouija piece against his eye watching the apparition halt in its tracks. Sammy stared in confusion watching it run the other direction, then the door creaked open and without hesitation he was dragged into the decaying house and was flung against the wall leaving a crater. Sammy coughed up some blood lightly speaking “well fuck...heh it just isnt my day is it?” 

he stood up in a daze putting the ouija piece up to his eye, but before he could it was smacked out of his hand. He was scratched and knocked back. He lay back and closed his eyes blood spilling from the gash made on his body, he could only mumble to himself looking up at the ceiling. Sammy's eyes finally shut as his body lay on the floor of that house. It was then the same dream being of that same house.

No explanation and the dream only lasted for a minute. He then snapped awake gasping for air, Sammy was in his bed looking around, he was only in a pair of shorts. His shirt was gone and bandages were wrapped around his chest. It wasn't a dream that he just got his ass whooped three-fourths away from death. But the question remained, who dressed his wounds, who undressed him, and who cleaned him up and brought him home? These were all important questions that needed an answer. However, before the questions could have answers he had found the house, and apparently there was a reason. Then sammy realized he didn't have a dream he had an omen and for the next few nights he would continue to have that omen.

 Anyhow before he could continue to the house he had to prepare. of course sammy had school that he had to attend before anything else. So Sammy had continued his education. As he groggily gotten out of bed after awaking in dressed wounds and a few cracked ribs, sammy could only power through his wounds and continue on. He got up and went to his bathroom repeating his morning routine just moving a bit slower. He steadily walked into the bathroom removing his bandages. looking in the mirror he stared at his cuts and bruises before stepping in the shower. 

Of course sammy knew he was being watched but instead of exposing the prying eyes he ignored it only being weary in secrecy to avoid another near death ass whooping. His bandages were on the floor, he grabbed the waist of his shorts slowly pulling down them down. Sammy stood naked looking in the mirror at the cuts. After a minute of staring he stepped into the shower and winced at the water hitting his skin as it stung the deep cuts. Sammy stood in the shower just a little longer than normal. He stepped out and to his shock he had an entire new outfit laid out, folded, with fresh bandages. The thing is he didn't set anything out...so who did? The prying eyes were of course gone so someone or something was there in the room. 

Sammy didn't have the time to ask questions so he got dressed with the outfit laid out by the unknown fashion guru. Sammy put on the fresh bandages. He then put on some black jeans, white vans, a white tee, and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up, there was also a pair of earrings on the table laid out. One was a balck rose and ouija board piece with a chain that connected to his upper ear. He grabbed his beanie and a pair of shades and he was off. While he walked to the college, sammy was deep in thought. It was like this all day through all his classes as he planned to see what was in that abandoned house.

 So throughout the day he planned his objectives carefully. Writing a checklist he jotted down the materials needed and then went to work. He went through a normal day but being more distant. After he had gotten home he went to work. Sammy opened up his suitcase pulling out many things that someone like him wouldn't have. See before sammy had left his hometown in new Mexico he explored the paranormal. From the kimo theater, to one of the many haunted hotels. Sammy had a knack for these things after his first encounter. He found a ouija board in his parents' attic when he was young. Despite the warnings he set up the bored but before he could ask a question the piece that lay on the board had moved spelling "touch the board." So of course Sammy's suspicions were confirmed and the paranormal was real. He placed his hands on the board only to see a white ghostly figure stared at him.

 There was no facial features as it was just a shape of a man. Sammy was caught in a trance and stared in awe. Soon after the apparition spoke. "Soon you will understand the gift given...explore don't hesitate to take risks as your true downfall is fear itself." Sammy didn't understand but the white apparition flew into his face and into his body. Then before he could grab the board, it faded to dust. Sammy didn't know what happened but as time went on he remembered those words and fear as a child was no longer an option. He then decided when he was 16 to talk his parents into letting him go camping. He went on his own into the new Mexican desert where he felt one with the  land, but this power he felt inside himself other paranormal or mythical spirits could feel this. That night he saw something that he never thought he would see.

 A skinWalker, as it looked at him he stared back not a single ounce of fear was present. The skinWalker spoke "what brings you here boy?" Sammy said nothing letting his eyes do the talking. The skinWalker then spoke again "so you wish to learn my secrets?" That year sammy learned many new tricks but that would be a story for another time. As we snap back to current day he was digging into his briefcase. Sammy pulled out a bottle refilling the vial on his necklace. He also grabbed some rosemary, incense, and the ouija board. He put all this in his backpack with a witchcraft book and some salt. This was a fight he was now ready for. He waited until sunset to make a move on that rotting house.