Sinister

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I made it to the small town about an hour out of the city. I remember coming into this town with my dad to go to the old diner. I pulled up into the parking lot of the small diner and locked the door to my car. I pushed the keys in my pocket of my pants, walking into the small diner.

"Blair?" I heard a voice say from behind the counter. "Blair Hazel my god."

"Linda," I smiled as she came out from behind the counter.

"How are you baby doll?" She pulled me into a huge hug. I had really liked the embrace of my dads old friend. I shrugged, trying to just shake off the question. She had noticed how uncomfortable I was, taking in a large breath and rubbing my back softly. "Come on in. I'll get you some food."

I had followed her in, taking a seat at the bar area of the diner. Linda had made her way to the other side, placing a glass of water in front of me. She didn't even need to take my order because no matter how long it has been, whether it be two weeks or two years, I always get the same thing. Grilled cheese with a side of mashed potatoes and for dessert a slice of crisp blueberry pie. "Now," Linda said, placing my plate in front of me. "What brings you out here?" I took a bite of my sandwich, trying to avoid the question as much as possible and I think Linda noticed. "Blair."

"Sorry," I mumbled to myself. I didn't know how to come across without blowing everything that has happened. "I need your help." She raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to go on. "I need a book. The one the old man would always read by the window every Friday night. You know which one I'm talking about right?"

"How could I not?" She laughed, jokingly. "He was always talking old stories about vampires and unknown creatures that roamed with us today." This is why I need to get my hands on that book. "What for?"

"Umm," I stuttered, trying to think of something. "I start a mythology class tomorrow and I thought maybe that book would have some sort of urban legend of some sort in it that I could teach to the kids." Good one Blair. Linda seemed to buy my lie, going to the back of her store.

"Here," she said handing over a very ratted copy of the book. "The old man had left it here a while back. Never came and got it." The book slammed in front of me, old a torn as it has aged through the years. Although it did strike me as odd that he had never come back to grab it.

"What happened to him? Do we know that?"

"Not a clue," she shrugged. "A couple of the guys went up to his house and it was pretty empty." That is so strange. He has lived here for as long as I can remember. He would tell stories to my father and I about his childhood here. "He could have died for all we know." Yikes. "Anything else pretty lady?" I shook my head, taking the book into my arms.

"You don't understand how much this means to me," I said, smiling in her direction. I took out my wallet, forcing my money in her direction. But she shook her head, pushing my hand back towards me.

"It's okay," she smiled. "It's been here for so long, I would feel bad for charging you." I tried to push it further but she had just taken the money and placed it in my pocket. "You better get on the road before it gets too dark. Deer and other critters are around, jumping in front of cars and such on these roads."

I had said my goodbyes to Linda, giving her a small hug before climbing into my car. I placed the book on my passenger seat, revving my engine so my old car would start. I backed out, pulling my car onto the small road.

This book, the one sitting next to me, has to have some kind of answers to my questions. I remember this old man always saying that he had lived with a house full of werewolves or how he would always see his father kill living people in front of him, soon realizing that they weren't humans. Maybe a two months ago I would just shrugged it off and continue about my day as normal but today, anything goes.

I pulled into the city, stopping a red light. What time was it? My clock read 1:12 am but my phone read 12:10. Either way, I am a little late.

I pulled into my apartment complex parking, seeing that Harry's car still wasn't back. I wonder where in the hell could he be at this time of night. I know I really don't have to worry about him, being supernatural and all but that doesn't really stop me from worrying about whether or not he's okay.

I walked through the front door of my apartment complex, waving at the man who was always there, letting people into everyones house. There was a total of 10 floors so there was a total of 10 people or families living here. Each floor being a flat of its own. Mine happened to be the eighth floor. "Evening Blair."

"Evening Charles." I waited for him to press the okay for me to go up. When he did, I smiled, waving slightingly towards him. When the elevator came to a halt, it lifted slowly. Almost too slow.

Walking into my apartment felt weird. Something wasn't right here.

I had sprung into action, keeping my senses aware. It was dark, only light being the one from my DVR. "Hello?" I yelled. Nothing. I went to go turn on the light switch when the hall light turned on. "Who's here!" No response. "I am done with the fucking shit!" I stomped my foot, hoping to get some sort of reaction but still nothing.

"Calm down Blair," the voice responded, footsteps nearing the living room. The person walked out, showing his figure to me. I nearly dropped everything in my hands.

"Dad?"

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"Why are you here again?" I asked, placing a cup of water in front of my father. He nodded a thank you and took a sip of it. Once the water was out of his mouth, he cleared his throat and began to talk.

"I wanted to come and see you. I have called so many times," he said, looking into the cup he had in his hands. "Your house, your cell, I even called your friend Sophie."

"I just have been really busy is all," I replied. I didn't really feel like talking about my life problems with my father. Especially not now where I don't even know what's going on. "How's Bennett?" I asked, changing the subject. My dad was silent. I could barley hear his breathing. 

"He's okay," he had finally replied. "I'm worried about him though." 

"Well of course-"

"Blair what's going on?" I heard someone growl as footsteps echoed through my small apartment. Harry's figure was made visible once he had walked into the kitchen. He first looked at me then at my dad who was confused out of his mind as to why a strange man was standing in my kitchen. "Who-"

"Harry this is my dad," I said with hesitance. "Dad, this is Harry. My..." 

"Harold," my dad smiled. "Nice to see you again."

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ITS BEEN FOREVER AND I'M SORRY!!! 

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