The Secret Society of Ryland, Virginia

Chapter 2- Blood and Bones

I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. My entire body hurt, especially my back, which seemed to have been hit hard on rough, uneven stone. A rush of fear enveloped me and I started to panic, until I remembered what had happened. Penny Ingram, Byron, the ground giving way. Wait, where were they? I hadn't really been paying attention to them when I fell. Did they fall too? Or was this Penny's doing?
But then I heard a scream.
"Byron!" I suddenly yelled, groping the darkness around me. I felt only the rough rock under me, and the air was dank and cold, like I was in a cave. But suddenly my hand landed on something soft near where my head had been laying. I picked it up and held it in front of my face. But I still couldn't see anything but darkness. That was weird- I couldn't even see my own body. I waved my hand in front of my face, but saw nothing. The panic washed over me again, but I swallowed it down, breathing slowly. I had to stay calm if I was going to get out of this. I ran my hands over the object I was holding and soon realized what it was. It was my Destiny's Diner hat, and it had come off my head when I fell. I put it back on my head as well as I could without seeing. I hoped I wasn't alone down here. Then I remembered the scream.
"Byron! Penny!" I yelled again, attempting to be louder. But this time I heard a sound. It was very quiet, and it sounded like a soft groan. I crawled towards the sound, for some reason not wanting to stand up.
"Byron?" I whispered. I heard the sound again. The voice was definitely male. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. I listened very closely for any sounds, and when I listened hard enough, I could hear very soft breathing. I crawled towards the quiet sound, feeling the ground in front of me to make sure there were no drop-offs or ravines in front of me. Suddenly, I stopped, as the breathing was practically right in my ear.
"Hello?" I asked quietly. The breathing stopped.
"Dakota? Is that... you?" the voice croaked in a hoarse whisper. Oh my god. It was Byron.
"Byron, it's me. Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly forgetting about my annoyance towards him. I was glad that he was alive, but I still couldn't see him, I only saw darkness. "Where are you?" I felt a hand grip my arm.
"Right here," he said, his voice sounding even more pained. Then another pause in the breathing. "You can't see me?"
"N-no," I mumbled, suddenly panicking again. Was something wrong with me? "Can you see me?" I asked quickly.
"Yes... but I can't see your eyes," he said. What?
"Am I blind or something? Why can't I feel my eyes?" I cried, this time letting the panic wash over me.
"Wait..." he said. I felt cold fingers on my face, and suddenly I was staring into a pair of pale grey eyes.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, scooting back quickly. But then I realized that it was only Byron.
"There was some kind of... shadow over your eyes," he said. "When I touched it, it disappeared,"
"How come I didn't feel it on my face?" I asked, but I forgot about it when I saw Byron. He was sitting up, but leaning forward. His hand was covering his stomach. Under it, there was a large red splotch staining his grey shirt.
"Oh my god! Byron, what happened?!" I exclaimed. He slowly removed his hand, a pained look on his face, and I saw a long gash, blood seeping out. It was a wonder that none of his organs were exposed.
"It's disgusting, I know," he groaned.
"Byron, you're bleeding out!" I said, ignoring his comment. "How did it happen?!" But before he could reply, he lurched forward and screamed. An identical scream to the one I had heard earlier.
"It burns!" he yelled, tears springing from his eyes. I quickly unzipped my hoodie, ripped a strip of cloth off the bottom of my T-shirt and tried to bandage up his wound.
"I'm not a medic, but this better work," I said, laying him down. "We have to get out of here." I looked around. Everything was still bathed in darkness, except for Byron and I. I could also see a bit of the ground we were sitting on. It was rough, brown stone. I suspected we were in a cave. But I still had so many questions. Where was Penny? How had Byron gotten hurt? And why the heck did no one know that there was a freaking cave under the forest?!
I was thinking of asking Byron the second question again, but he didn't look like he wanted to talk, so I turned away and started mindlessly looking around. There was nothing in sight except for darkness. The only sounds I could hear was a quiet, far-off dripping. I shuddered. If there was water in here...
I sighed. This was going nowhere. He had to talk.
"Byron, how did you get hurt? And do you know where Penny is?" I asked.
"Uhh..." he groaned, closing his eyes and turning away. Suddenly my annoyance with him was bubbling up again, even if he was fatally injured. But then he spoke up.
"Penny had me under some kind of... spell. I... couldn't speak, and I could only move by... by following her. I saw her take some kind of... device out of her apron pocket, and... sh-she pressed a button. That's when you... fell. I saw the ground open up, and she closed it. She made me follow her for a few steps more... she pressed another button... and I fell. I laid there until... until he came..." Byron's voice trailed off.
He? Who was he?
"What came? And you still didn't tell me how you got hurt," I said to him. All he did was take in a deep breath and shut his eyes tight.
"It- it burns," he exclaimed in a pained voice, grasping at my arm with his bloody hand. "Dakota- please help me..."
"I don't know what to do," I said, feeling like an idiot (which I was). I didn't know how to properly care for a wound like Byron's, but I knew we could certainly not do it down here.
"Penny! I yelled as loud as I could. "Penny! If you can hear me, HELP! Byron's hurt!" But my voice just echoed, bouncing right back to us. I knew she was the one who put us down here, and possibly the one who injured Byron, but I was desperate.
"Dakota- stop," Byron groaned, using my arm to pull himself up. "He's here,"
"What the heck are you talking about?! Why can't we just get out of here?!" I yelled, losing my temper. "Tell me, Byron, TELL ME!"
"Dakota- st-stop... He can hear you..." he said, suddenly losing grip on my arm. He fell down to the jagged ground with a crack.
"Oh my god!" I cried, leaning down over him. What was it with me and my stupid temper? I looked down at him. He was out cold. I decided to get up and try to find the cave wall, if there was one. I was already far enough away from my original spot, and I didn't know if we were still in the spot that Byron fell, so it didn't matter if we moved away from the now-closed openings. And it's not like we could get up there anyway.
I looked down at Byron. He looked like a poor helpless kid. Yeah, he could fight pretty well, but he wasn't that big. He was actually a pretty skinny guy. I could probably carry him for a while. I slipped my hands under his body and lifted. I didn't have much experience with carrying people, and I hadn't actually stood up in this place yet, but I got to my feet, Byron's limp body in my arms, and walked forward. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept walking. I couldn't feel the ground in front of m, so I prayed to God that I wouldn't fall down a ravine or find myself plunging into deep water. But luckily, the dripping sound seemed to get quieter, as if I was moving away from the source of water.
Byron seemed to get heavier by the minute, and my arms were shaking. Sure, maybe I acted tough sometimes, but in reality I wasn't actually that strong (at least physically). I usually never talked to anyone, casting them away with glares. And if they tried to talk to me, I ignored them. I wasn't trying to be mean, I just didn't want people knowing me. I liked being the mysterious person that no one knew. I didn't want anyone getting to me and finding out my secrets. Maybe I helped solve cases related to magical happenings, but they weren't always dangerous. Actually, this was my first mission in a while. They usually sent adults, but I was sixteen now.
Anyway, I continued walking, thinking that there would never be a wall and this was an infinite cave underneath the forest- until I was smacked in the face by rough stone. I fell backwards and let go of Byron. I hit the ground and he landed right on top of me, suddenly waking up and letting out a short yelp.
"Get off!" I yelled, forgetting about his injury. But then I remembered the wall.
"We found the wall!" I shouted. Looking up, I dimly saw the wall. It looked exactly the same as the floor, but a bit smoother. Byron rolled over, getting off me. I stood up.
"Byron, we need to follow this wall. It might be our only chance to find some way to get out of here. If there's somehow to get in on the surface, there must be some kind of way to get out," I said. I held out my hand to him. "You need to stand up. I don't want to carry you anymore," Groaning, he got on his knees and grabbed my hand. I pulled him up, putting my other arm around him for support. He was taller than me, so it was a bit hard to do. This was closer than I ever wanted to get with anyone, especially not this annoying jerk, but he was wounded, so, oh, well.
"You can walk, right?" I said, awkwardly standing as he clutched on to me for dear life.
"I-I think. But I'm gonna have to hold onto you," he said, gritting his teeth in pain.
"Well don't you dare think this changes my opinion of you," I said, taking a few steps. We followed the wall for a few minutes until I couldn't stand it. I suddenly came to a halt and turned around, facing Byron.
"Byron, you have to tell me how you got hurt," I said seriously. I crossed my arms and he had to hold onto my waist awkwardly. "And I would appreciate it if you let go," He took a deep breath, dropping his hands and bracing himself against the wall.
"This is going to be- ha-hard to understand," he said in a faltering voice. "My memory's kind of foggy. But... after I fell, I was only out for a while... and when I woke up... he was there..."
"Who the heck is he?" I asked, getting annoyed. Couldn't he just hurry up and spill the beans?
"Well... he's a sort of... monster, I guess..." Byron mumbled.
"Monster?" I exclaimed. It's not that I didn't believe him, but the supernatural happenings in our town were never as big as... monsters. Except for that one time with the Brentons, but that was years ago, and Mr. Brenton had killed it. There were usually some small magical creatures who stole someone's shoe or something, but never... a monster.
"Well... yeah. I opened my eyes and he was... there. He looked like... a living shadow. He had eyes like... like tiny points of light... and the worst thing was his claws..." Byron said, clutching his stomach.
"Wait- how can a living shadow have claws?" I asked.
"Well, at first all I saw was the eyes, but then I saw his outline. He was like a very big, misshapen human, and he walked on two feet. He... reached out an arm towards me as I lied on my back, barely breathing from the fall. But instead of a hand on the end of the arm, there were three... points. He extended one of them, and... it looked shadowy like the rest of him, but when it slashed me... it was definitely solid. Then, just like that, he left. I thought I was gonna die, but... you," he said, way more dramatically than he should've. I suddenly blushed. Ugh. I turned away quickly, hoping the shadows were concealing my face.
"Stop making me feel good about myself. And I know you don't like me. You tease me all the time," I said.
"But you saved my life! Or at least got my confidence up enough to get up and walk! I think I've seen the good side of Dakota Sycamore," he said.  "I never thought you had one,"
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't. God, I want to get out of here," I said, turning away and tracing the wall with my hand.
"We have to go," Byron suddenly said.
"Yeah, we do! Glad you finally realized that!" I said snarkily, starting to walk away.
"He's coming," he said.
"Can you stop?" I said, glaring at him.
"No, really! We have to leave now. I just know... he's coming," Byron said, attempting to walk and nearly falling. I sighed and rolled my eyes for the millionth time that day. I let him clutch the back of my hoodie and we took a few steps forward. We hadn't been walking for very long when, all of a sudden, I tripped on something and fell to the ground, taking Byron down with me.
"Ugh. Not again," I groaned, pushing him off this time. By now I was covered in his blood and probably looked like a murderer. But whatever. No one could see me down here besides Byron, and I didn't think we had a very high chance of getting out. Anyway, I felt the ground until my hands closed over an object. It must've been the thing that I had tripped over. It was thin and long and it felt like... some kind of oddly shaped stone?
But then Byron said, "Dakota... look," I looked up from the object, which I could barely see, and I saw a terrifying sight. It was a pile of... bones.
In horror, I dropped the object in my hand- an arm bone. It was so small though... It was a child's bone.
"Oh my god," I said, covering my mouth. Was this where the disappearing children had gone?
"Dakota! Over here," said Byron. I walked over to where he sat on the ground, digging through the bones.
"Byron! You thought your own wound was disgusting! Why are you touching human bones!?" I exclaimed. Truthfully, I didn't want to touch the bones either, especially if they had belonged to children.
"I know... It's gross, but I heard something. It sounded like a... person..." he said, suddenly running out of breath and stopping. I peered into the small hollow he had made in the pile of bones and noticed something moving inside it.
"Byron, look! I think there's someone in there!" I said, moving some of the bones aside. As I did, a girl, looking to be about 10 or 11, fell from the pile, covered in blood and barely moving. She suddenly got up and hugged me, crying and sobbing.
"Thank you- thank you!" she sobbed in a faint voice.
"Uh... calm down. What happened to you?" I asked, trying not to act as uncomfortable as I felt. But when she let go of me and sat down, I noticed the gash on her arm. It wasn't as severe as Byron's, but it looked like it had been made by the same thing that had cut him.
"I was in the woods and... something- something took me. My friends were there too, but.. But they..." the girl muttered, but then she broke down crying.
"Shh, it's... okay," said Byron, moving closer to her and putting his arm around her. He still looked like he was in pain, but he comforted her anyway. It was then when I recognized her as Carmen Diamond, the daughter of Cassandra Diamond. She was the most recent child who had been reported missing.
"You're Carmen, aren't you," I said, remembering what Mr. Brenton had told us that day at the society. She nodded, still crying. "Your mom's really worried about you," I didn't want to bother her by asking what happened, so I just let her be.
"We're going to get out of here, don't worry," said Byron. I was about to ask if there were any other living people with her, but then I heard the sound. It was like a soft wind, growing stronger as it got closer. I stopped walking and peered out into the darkness until I  spotted a two tiny points of light.
"It's him," said Byron faintly, suddenly doubling over and holding his stomach. I noticed that Carmen also gripped her arm tightly. The pain seemed to get worse when the monster got closer. I was the only one who wasn't wounded, and I had to do something. I also had to make sure I didn't get hurt as well. I stood up, watching as the shadow got closer. Suddenly, Byron gripped my arm.
"Dakota- don't," he said. He looked at me with pleading grey eyes. "We don't need all of us to get hurt. We'll never get out of here that way,"
"I'm not going to get hurt," I said, suddenly having an idea, "but you and Carmen are going to have to get up," I ripped my arm out of his grasp. Carmen stood up quickly, but Byron had more trouble. I walked over to him and helped him up, becoming increasingly aware of the growing darkness behind me.
"We have to go!" I yelled. The monster was coming closer, and I could now see him clearly. He was a tall, humanoid shaped thing, made of shadows that were constantly shifting. He was lumbering towards us, quite awkwardly, actually, but his feet made no sound. His arms each ended in three points- the claws that had wounded Byron and Carmen. They looked pretty wicked. Byron threw his arms around me from behind and we ran. I didn't know where I was going, but it was away from the monster, so I ran, once again praying for there to be no ravines or water. Carmen turned the other way.
"Where are you going?" I yelled, coming to a halt.
"Just follow me! I think I remember where I got in!" she shouted. Well, I guess she was motivated by panic. I ran after her, practically carrying Byron. He was screaming in agony and clutching me for dear life.  I noticed that Carmen was in pain as well, but she was bearing it better, as it was only her arm. I looked behind me and saw the shadow getting closer.
"Carmen, where are we going?" I asked.
"I came in through a hatch on the ceiling," she said. I sighed. We were not going to get out of here.
"Me too, but it's like, way up there. How are we going to get there?" I asked.
"Mine was near the wall, and there was a ladder," she said. "I was going to climb back up after I fell, but the monster dragged me..."
Hope suddenly swelled within me. We could get out of here! I'd do anything to stop Byron's obnoxious screaming.
"How do you know where it is?" I asked. This whole place looked the same. She pointed to the ground. I hadn't noticed, but there was a faint trail of red on the ground that led to the pile of bones.
"I left a trail. Well, not on purpose. He dragged my friends and I to the bones after he scratched me, and... It's kind of disgusting, but I'm thankful that I was bleeding," Carmen said. I had noticed how she was covered in blood... but I just assumed that it was from... well, laying in the bones of recently dead people. Ew.
"It's right here!" Carmen suddenly yelled to me. We reached the wall and I saw a metal ladder trailing up into the darkness. It was then that I noticed Byron had stopped screaming. I looked down at him. He was losing consciousness, fast. I grabbed him under his arms and tried my hardest to lift him.
"How are you and Byron going to get up? With your arm..." I asked.
"You can go up first, open the hatch, and then come back down to get Byron, throw him out, and I can get up with one arm," she said quickly. "Go!" I lay Byron on the ground and hurried up the ladder, hoping that an 11 year old's plan would work, and most of all that the hatch would actually open. I climbed faster, until I was in a vertical tunnel of stone and dirt. After all, I had to get through the forest floor to get to the surface. After a short while, I got to the top, put my hand up, and felt what was above me. It was a metal hatch, and it didn't seem very heavy. I pushed it, and, surprisingly, it opened. I could see the forest up above and light, precious light spilled into the dark chamber.
"It's open!" I yelled down. I started the climb down, and saw the eyes of the shadowy monster getting closer by the second. It was a miracle that he wasn't on top of us yet.
"He's almost here!" I yelled. I got to the bottom and picked up Byron, who was completely unconscious by now. I put one of my arms around him and lifted him with one bony arm. I was going to have to do this one handed, like Carmen. I heaved myself up, one rung at a time, Carmen close behind. It was really hard for me, and I felt like my arm was going to break off. But I couldn't drop him.
"You should've gone before me," I said to Carmen behind me. She might not get up in time at the rate I was going. I pushed myself to climb as fast as I could, and I soon got into the tunnel. I kind of pushed Byron up the wall, and when I finally got to the top, I hoisted the him up through the hole. I then climbed out myself and reached in to help Carmen. The shadow had somehow morphed itself to fit into the person-sized tunnel. It was close behind, and its claw snagged the hem of her dress. I grabbed her before the monster could and pulled her out forcefully. A small piece of fabric tore from her blood- covered dress, and I slammed the hatch closed. I heard a loud shriek, like the wind whistling through the treetops, and I noticed something laying on the ground next to the closed hatch. It was a small black object, and a piece of cloth was attached to it. I picked it up. It was a piece of the monster's claw, sliced off by the metal hatch. I removed the piece of Carmen's dress and tucked the claw in my pocket. I was wondering how no one had ever seen this hatch in the ground before, when I remembered that Byron was unconscious. I directed my attention towards him and saw him lying on the forest floor, looking a little too much like a corpse.
"Oh my god! Is he dead?" Carmen asked, the weight of what had just happened finally hitting her. She started crying. Not about Byron, I'm sure, but about everything. I suddenly stood up and looked around. We were at the edge of the forest, and I could see Maple Row through the trees.
"Stay here," I told Carmen. She sat down next to Byron, still crying. I ran out of the forest, sharply breathing in the fresh air. I saw Mr. Brenton and Ms. Vann talking to a distressed-looking woman on her front porch.
"Hey! Mr. Brenton!" I screamed, running up to them and waving their arms.
"Dakota! Where have you been?" he asked me.
"Thank you for your time," said Ms. Vann to the woman, and she went back inside the house.
"You were supposed to come back at 4:00! It's already 6:15! Your parents are worried about you. They called me, and I told them that you were at a friend's house," Mr. Brenton said angrily. My parents knew Mr. Brenton, and they knew that he knew me, though I just told them he was my tutor. Which didn't really make sense anymore. But anyway, my parents would never believe that. Me? At someone else's house? But I dismissed the thought. It didn't matter right now. What did matter was Byron.
"It's Byron. He's hurt. And I think we found the missing children," I said breathlessly. "I'll explain later. But you have to help Byron! Follow me!" I ran into the woods, Mr. Brenton and Ms. Vann trailing behind me. We arrived at the spot where Byron lay, with Carmen, no longer crying, kneeling over him.
Suddenly Carmen ran up to me and hugged me. I stood awkwardly, stiff as a board, until she let go. Mr. Brenton was now standing over Byron.
"He's wounded in the stomach. We have to get him to the hospital, now!" he yelled, picking up Byron with much more ease than I had.
"This girl is also hurt," said Ms. Vann, who was now being hugged by Carmen.
"You're Carmen Diamond," Mr. Brenton suddenly said. "Your mom is very worried about you. We were just talking to her," Carmen nodded.
Suddenly, Ms. Vann took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello- Uh, this is Mayella. Vann. We have a very badly hurt teenager... Sixteen, I think. He has a very bad wound across the stomach. Um, we don't know what caused it. We are near the Diamond Residence in Maple Row. Oh, and we also have an 11 year old girl with an arm wound. Um, same cause I think. Yes, thank you," she said, hanging up. "That was the hospital. The ambulance is coming now," We walked out of the forest, Carmen holding Ms. Vann's hand. She didn't seem to even notice her arm gash anymore. I had to admit, she was pretty strong for an 11 year old. Mr. Brenton was still carrying Byron, his body laying limply in his arms. I looked at Byron's face, and all I saw were his eyes. They were lifeless and glassy. If he was dead, I didn't know what I would do. Maybe he was annoying, but no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I did care about him. He was the only person who ever bothered to talk to me. And one of the last things I had said to him was that we weren't friends. I bit my lip. I couldn't let myself cry. I was stronger than that.
Suddenly I heard a siren. I watched as the ambulance sped down the road towards us. Mr. Brenton ran towards them and the vehicle stopped. I saw someone across the street snapping a picture of us with their phone. Rude. I watched from a slight distance as the paramedics rushed out and lay Byron down on a stretcher. A medic took Carmen into the back of the ambulance, the stretcher following. Then the vehicle drove away quickly. Ms. Vann walked up to me.
"Dakota, are you okay?" she asked. I pushed past her.
"I'm fine," I muttered, and the tears finally trickled out. I turned towards the forest and started walking.
"Wait! Dakota, you can't just walk home!" she yelled after me. Well, too bad. I wasn't going home, anyway. My dad wouldn't know, as he always worked from day to night, and my mom probably wouldn't even notice, as she was always too caught up with my little brother, Davis. I sped up and entered the forest, running from Maple Row, running from Ms. Vann and Mr. Brenton, and most of all, running from Byron, that stupid jerk who somehow made me care about him.
I kept running without thinking and finally found myself standing in front of the back of the diner, which was on the opposite side of the forest from Maple Row. I walked around to the front of the building and stared at the glass door without really looking through. Penny Ingram could be in here. If she was, I'd kill her. I finally opened the the door, bells jangling above me, and looked around. Suzie Bell-Hix was still at the counter, and she was talking to the manager, no doubt about how Penny wasn't here. Only two tables were occupied. One contained three middle schoolers discussing a school project, and the other contained a couple enjoying a milkshake. I didn't know any of them. But when Suzie saw me, she quickly turned away from the manager and put on a fake smile.
"Hello, ma'am. How may I help you?" Suzie asked. Then a confused expression crossed her face, and she spoke again. "Hey, weren't you talking to Penny earlier?" I cringed. Penny. The manager looked my way. "And what happened to your clothes?" the waitress asked, looking down at my blood covered hoodie. Oh God, I had completely forgotten about that.
"Is she here?" I asked, walking closer to the counter and looking around cautiously. I had a funny feeling like someone was watching me.
"No. In fact, she hasn't come back yet. Nobody seems to know where she is. They found her car parked near the forest, through," Suzie replied. "The police are investigating it. In fact, I think you should go see them. You were one of the last people to talk to her. Oh, and that boy... uh, what was his name?" Byron. I turned away from her and dashed out the door.  I realized that my backpack was still in Byron's car, which was parked in the diner parking lot, but I didn't care. I ran farther away from the diner, ignoring the waitress's cries for me to wait. Like the police were going to believe me.
I sprinted over a road, between two houses, and across an empty street. I finally stopped to catch my breath, realizing that I was standing in front of my house. It was a average-looking, average-sized house with a supposedly average family living inside. Wrong. I walked up to the doorway and pulled out the house key from my back pocket. I unlocked the door and heard loud crying. I did not want to deal with annoying three-year old Davis right now, so I wrenched off my dirty converse and ran upstairs quickly, stuffing the key back into my pocket. I didn't even think my mom noticed that I was home. She probably still thought I was at "a friend's" house. I hurried into my room and collapsed onto the grey sheets of my bed. My hat fell off, but I didn't care.
Looking around the room, I realized how little of myself I let everyone else see. Even my family only saw this plain little room with bare grey walls, a tiny twin bed, and scarce wooden furnishings. I only had a chair and desk in the corner for my laptop and a small dresser on the other side of the room. Everything I owned besides schoolwork was kept in the dresser, and my schoolwork was kept on the desk. My tiny closet held a small selection of hoodies, jeans, old t-shirts, and a few pairs of ratty shoes. I also had one plain dress for special occasions, but those rarely happened, so it was stuffed in the back. My walls were bare except for a full-length mirror next to my closet.
I pulled myself up off of the bed and walked towards the mirror, leaving my hat behind. I looked at my reflection and realized that I hadn't actually observed myself in detail for quite a while. I took in the pasty, bone-pale skin, icy blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, choppy black hair, and most of all, the giant dark circles under my eyes. Had I always looked like this? I looked a little scary, actually. I turned away from the mirror. At least my appearance showed what I was feeling. 
I glanced at my clock and finally realized how late it was. It was already midnight. Eh, not that late for me. Usually I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning on my laptop, researching the supernatural or just doing random stuff. I pretty much had an account on every website that was worthy of my attention and had researched basically everything. But tonight I was extremely tired from my little... adventure.
Not wanting to think about that, I dismissed my thoughts and walked away from the mirror. I collapsed on my bed and curled up under the covers, not caring that I was still in my ripped, bloodstained clothes. I closed my eyes, slowly falling into a restless sleep.