Lover From The Shadow Realm

RainHaven deleted past

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.

As the sky turned from blue to a warm orange Sammy grabbed his backpack with the gear he needed. He put on two black stud earrings, a black hoodie, blue jeans, and some heavy duty boots. He crumbled the rosemary and sprinkled it over his head and put the necklace with vial and let it hang off his neck once again. Sammy stepped out the house and instantaneously he felt a glare pierce his soul. He disregarded this and started to walk to the abandoned house in the swampy forest with the feeling of being followed, trailed...possibly hunted.

What started as a slow walk turned into a light jog while leaves crumbled behind him. Sammy had a feeling that there could be a repeat of the ass whooping he received prior to this little excursion. The night sky had then replaced the orange sky, the sun setting on the horizon and luckily as he made it to the old house no conflict had followed even though the feeling of anger and rage with malicious intent was thick in the night air. He took a deep breath and entered the house, dust visible through the moonlit window. The house looked untouched but the crater from sammy being slammed against the wall was still there even though the house felt empty.

There was no presence of spirits but sammy knew all the better. He used this as an opportunity to prepare. Sammy grabbed his backpack on the ground and pulled out the ouija board and piece placing it on the floor drawing a ring of salt around him and the board. He sat on the floor and asked "spirit are you here?" No answer. He asked again "Spirit are you here?" The piece then moved ever so slightly to yes then to goodbye. Sammy glared at the board and asked the spirit to speak again. It then replied with "Fuck off." However the spirit wasn't aggressive like the last time it was moderately calm, its as if it knew what would happen if it tried to attack him.

As the hours passed Sammy got nowhere and it was getting close to where he was about to leave so he grabbed his things and left. As he walked home there wasn't much that happened that night oddly enough. Just the feeling of being watched, but to sammy this was something he grew accustomed to. It wasn't long after he left he made it to his home and was exhausted. Sammy laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling deep in his thoughts. His eyes started to see flashbacks of his teacher in the warm new mexican desert.

He remembered the fire as sweat rolled off his face and down his cheek dripping onto the sand. Then the skinwalker who stared back into his face looked at him and spoke "do you know what an omen is boy?" Sammy looked back in slight confusion and then spoke. "Isn't it a dream of some kind?" Then the skinwalker smiled and looked sammy in his eyes. "You're not right...but you are not wrong. An omen is a dream with meaning, it predicts something of meaning in your future and may save your life one day if you truly listen.

Sammy then responded "how will I know it's an omen?" the skinwalker looked at him and smiled. "It will be repetitive and will slowly unfold with days to come and it may take days to months to have any meaning, but I have faith that you have a sharp mind." Sammy stared at the ceiling once more speaking softly "so there is a reason why I keep seeing that house...but why? What's the significance?" It was like this for a while, while sammy brainstormed reasons for that omen. As the night grew old he knew this would be a while until he knew the reasoning for that house and what symbolism it had in his dreams.

As sammy closed his eyes there was no omen, no dream, nothing. It was just a black space behind his eyelids and after he woke up he looked around trying to figure out what happened. As the sun started to rise on the horizon once again he stared and realized what he had to do. After the college if you continue walking there's a small town by the name of RainHaven.

It was called this after years of drought was unexpectedly halted after 12 weeks of rain turning the dry land into swamps and lakes. In RainHaven there isn't much a grocery store, courthouse, and a library with a few dozen houses that remain in the vicinity of the regular populace. It was the library he needed to see in order to grasp the origin of his omens about that wrecked house in the middle of the swampy forest. As sammy stretched waking up he wandered into the bathroom yawning he then noticed small red marks on his neck, hickies. He was shocked and very confused as to how they got there.

Sammy decided to ignore the hickies and grab some clothes as he got dressed. It was a rather simple outfit just some black jeans and a white tee and he was off his hair still a mess. He walked down the dirt road that connected his house to the college and followed it into the town. Once again the feeling of being watched was there painted across his back in goosebumps. It was long after he made it into the town he made it to the steps to enter the library. As sammy walked into the library he was greeted by an old lady "hello young man, is there anything I can help you with?" Sammy smiled and replied "yes I was wondering if I can look at the towns housing records and old newspapers."

She stared puzzled and said "yes of course." She grabbed some boxes down and handed them to sammy. He started going through the boxes looking through the housing records first. There were hundreds of addresses in the main town, however there weren't any records showing the house out in the swamps. Then further investigation showed a bland town history. It made no sense to sammy as he continued digging through box after box but to no avail.

Sammy then looked in books that covered things like the salem witch trials and anything similar in other areas from parts all across the world. He found many books of the same nature each covering different areas from all over the world. After looking row after row he finally found one covering the United States. Sammy cracked open the book and looked through the table of contents. There had been a name scratched out which only had page numbers he turned to page 460 and there were pages ripped out all the way to 475. The questioned remained as to why, but it was amusing to sammy. As the book was set up there were states and then it branched off into cities, towns, and even places that were originally thought to be off the map. Sammy was looking through and seen that louisiana was rather bare. There were large amounts of pages ripped out and just gone and the center focus was RainHaven. Hell even neighbouring cities had history wiped and they were just ghost towns and ruins. This was something else to sammy and his first thought was to ask the old woman for any other town records but he got a grip. His gut had told him that no matter what he asked he wouldn't get anywhere so instead he kept to himself. As the day continued on he thought on different sources to check.

He looked at some old pages in a few history books but there was little known about RainHaven. As the hours passed and the only thing accomplished were raised suspicions sammy was becoming desperate for any kind of information. Soon it became clear that the only way to get any closer to some kind of answer sammy had to dig even if he hit a gas line so to speak. It was later that night he decided to stake out the courthouse and the library making some kind of plan to get in and see if there was anything being hid. This of course had to wait, it was Sunday and Sammy still had college. Later that night he fell asleep repeating his generic routine until something woke sammy. A loud bang was heard and his door was wide open. Sammy stared out the door as the crescent moon painted the door and parts of the floor in a blue dim light. As he looked around he found a note by his bedside. "The questions you ask for will fall upon deaf ears." Sammy just smirked and crumpled the note throwing it away. That morning he got up and got dressed in yet another simple outfit and spent another 15 minutes on his way to school. He walked into the class and was greeted by a new face sitting at his table. She looked at sammy and waved "hello my name is heather we haven't been properly introduced."