The Immortals, Timothy Green [inspirational books .TXT] 📗

How could I have ever known that this was going to happen? Why is the best question in this mystery? You may not understand my problem so I guess I’m going to have to take you back and recap you on everything that happens.

One night at about 7:54 June 5th 1953, I was getting ready for one of the best nights of my life. I was finally a senior and I got invited to the last party of the year. Of course just like any other guy I went for the women. Now I was mostly going for the one and only Elizabeth Brown. The women of my dreams, and the love of my life. Just like any other guy, I had my best friend their Robert. We had known each other for over Six years now and promised to go to the same college together. Anyways, I was approached by a man. This looked like no ordinary man.

He then pulled out a knife and stabbed my best friend. I started to run out the building, and then my mother pulled up and got out.

I said, “Mother we have to get out of here now”. “What are you talking about baby”? Within that split second I saw my mother’s face go cold. She fell to the ground and soon my big brother ran up beside me.

I saw the knife being pulled out of my mother and the guy turning towards us. I could not see him but my brother must have because he told me to run.

He punched him, though it did no good. He tried again but the guy easily dodged it and stuck the knife right into him. He turned toward me and I could see that in his eyes he was coming right for me.

I was so terrified I started running backwards into the woods. After around five minutes of running I stopped for a second to breathe. I looked behind the trees and the man must have given up.

I sat against the tree as tears started to come out my eyes and down my face. How could this have happen, this was supposed to be the best night of my life and now it is the worst. I lost my brother, my mother, and my best friend. I knew I had to get up and get help. I got up and started walking towards town and just like that the man appeared and grabbed my throat and said,

“Join us or die”.

At that moment I woke up in my bed. I had no idea what happen but my mom came running in and said it was a dream. She turned on the light, but this was not my mom I remembered, this is my adopted mom.

My real mom did die. She did die the way I dreamt it. But I was not in my senior year, neither was it 1953. She woke me up and said, “You can’t stay inside all day, go visit your girlfriend”.

My girlfriend Candice, I forgot all about her. “Can I use the car”? She put her hands on her hips. “You know your father has the car”. I got up shaking my head. I got ready after 20 minutes and started my walk over to her house.

After talking awhile and said that we would meet up another day and maybe go out I left and walked back home.

On the way back home I was walking by an abandoned building where the house looked as if it has been rotting over 100 years. As I walked along the sidewalk there was a noise that came from the house. That noise was a sound that pierced the air. It was a mixture of screams and glass breaking.

I turned towards it and hesitated for a moment until another scream filled the air. I reacted on instincts and ran toward the door.

It was locked, but as another scream filled the air the door opened up. I ran inside just to hear more screams coming from upstairs. The door shut instantly behind me.

I ran up the stairs and around the wall. The last fainting scream could be heard through the last door on the left. I ran into the room and I saw that a lady who looked about in her mid- 30’s was lying on the ground. The door slammed shut behind me but I didn’t notice.

I finally noticed that there was a little boy sitting beside the women and I started to walk towards him. I stopped suddenly when I finally saw a knife in his hand.

There was blood all over it and it looked as if he just noticed I was there because he just looked up and the face of pure happiness was crossed on his face.

“It’s ok; it’s all going to be fine. They are coming for me, they have to.”

I hoped my face didn’t show the confusion. “Who is coming, what have you done”?

The boy stood up and I had the reaction to move backwards because of the knife in his hand. He turned away from me and stared in the corner. I thought I saw the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. As I was looking at him I didn’t see the whole corner starting to turn black until the last minute.

“They are here.”

Again I wanted to know who was here but couldn’t say anything but, “Whom”?

No more than a second passed before a figure started to take shape in the darkness in the corner, and then the figure started to approach the boy. He grabbed the boys forearm and touched it in a way that looked like a snake.

“Your new life begins in that corner”.

I stood there scarred and afraid of what was going to happen next. I watched as the figure motion for the boy in the corner. They boy hesitated at first but eventually he walked to it.

Now there are a lot of things that I deem not to be real but as I watched him go into the corner he disappeared into the darkness.

The figure turned around towards me and walked to me. I felt my heart sink into my stomach as he stopped in front of me. He tilted his head as if studying me then he said,

“Do you want to come”?

I was speechless but as I started to focus on his words I started to ask myself did I want to go? The man got up in my face as if studying me. This was the first time I had seen his face, it looked beat up and decayed.

“What’s your name”?

I felt sick but managed to say, “My name is John.”

The man had put his hand on my shoulder and I tried not to breath.

“Well, John I will be watching you, and when the time is right “I” will come for you.”

The man took one long look at me and dropped his hand. I felt that I could breathe once more. He walked backwards toward the dark corner. Suddenly the shadow disappeared and he was gone. I didn’t know what to do, so I crouched down by the woman lying on the floor.

A million thoughts raced into my head as I felt as if I was just dreaming it or something. No this was real. This was actually happening. The main thought in my head was to call the police.

I picked the phone from my pocket and dialed 911. “911 what’s your emergency?” I thought for a second unsure what to report. “There is a woman here. She is dead with a knife in here chest. Send ambulance quick.”

It was not all a lie.

“Stay put EMT’s are on the way.”

I hung up after saying thanks. I figured I would let my parents know where I am and how long I would be being as they will mostly be asking me questions about the death of the unknown woman that lied dead in the upstairs room.

After a few rings mom finally picked up. I told her what happen. Of course I didn’t tell her about the supernatural thing I saw. She was starting to freak out and said she will be there in a minute.

Cops had arrived first along with the ambulance. They asked where she was I told them upstairs bedroom.

“So what happen?”

I had told them this question about 10 times now. My parents arrived at that moment.

“All I know is I heard screaming, I ran into the house and she was just lying there dead with a knife stuck into her chest.”

The cop looks like he was trying to question if I was telling the truth.

“Any one there besides you?”

Now I was beginning to get angry.

“No, it was just me for the last time!” My father and mother put a hand on my shoulder and back.

A cop came up and handed a wallet to the cop questioning me. He held the wallet open in front of me.

“What about this little boy?”

It was the same little boy that disappeared. I was scared and didn’t know if I should tell them the truth. Would they believe me?

I thought for a moment and then looked at his face. “I told you I seen no one.”

After the cop was finally done questioning me we got into the car and went on home. There was a huge silence hanging in the air. I finally broke the silence.

“Mom is there a place in the shadows where people come out and kill and steal children?”

It blurted out of my mouth before I knew it. I thought my father would stop the car but he kept going but reduced his speed. My mom turned around in her seat.

“What are you talking about, don’t tell me you are doing drugs?”

I knew this conversation was going to get weird.

“If you are we can help you.”

This conversation had to be stopped.

“No mom, I just wanted a simple answer but I guess