Leave Me Alone Sample

Supernatural Stories | Nov 25, 2012 | 16 min read
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Leave Me Alone Sample

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Prologue - "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I yell at the top of my lungs, all the while hoping that Heaven, Hell, and everything in between will hear. I know what these things in my house want. They want me! It's not all in my head. It can't be all in my head, they're here right now. My dreams are coming true, but not in a good way! I can see my breath in front of me as it escapes my warm ninety-eight degree body. I feel the cold numbing air. The temperature in the room has dropped significantly. Death or something like it is present. Max stands near me paralyzed with alertness; his fur is standing on end. I feel goose bumps forming. A crawling sensation invades the surface of my skin. I'm flooded with intense fear as I stare deep into something that is there, but not there. A semi-transparent shadowy creature with red piercing eyes stands in front of me. The red piercing eyes are like eternal fires. They burn their way into my core. I'm at my wits end with this poltergeist shit. I'm done being afraid. I conquered the darkness years ago, and put the Boogieman in his place. This is my house, and my life, they have to leave, because I'm not going anywhere! I'm ready to face whatever these things are. I'm tired of this bullshit! It has to end!
"It is your time, you must transcend. You must become what we need you to be. Spill the blood of the unworthy one. He is near. Sacrifice him to your cause." The robed figure says as the others surround me. I don't know who or what they are talking about. I feel their strong cold hands grab my wrists, I attempt to break free, but my efforts are futile. The more I struggle the stronger they get.
"No, leave me the fuck alone!" I yell as I struggle for freedom. My father comes from out of the shadows. He has a sinister look of glee. The creature in front of me moves aside as my father steps directly in front of me.
I never really did take much stock in ghosts, demons, angels, or the whole paranormal world at large. I figured that only people craving attention or afflicted with mental illness believed in those types of things. Now I don't know what to believe. First, you see them, now you don't. I really thought that Ghost hunting shows were just a bunch of bullshit! Orbs' EVP's, Doors opening, Mysterious footsteps, haunting reoccurring dreams, these things didn't happen to someone like me. I was the type of person that stuck strictly to the facts. Now I'm trying hard to cling to my belief system. What is really waiting for us on the other side? Where do we go when our time is up? What happens when the clock stops ticking, when we leave this world? When bills become irrelevant and saving for the future ends. Right now, all of these thoughts are rumbling around in my head as I stare face to face with a man that has been dead longer than I have been living!
He reeks of brimstone. He eyes slowly transform into piercing red pits of fire. He extends his hand towards my head. As he extends his hand, his form begins to change. I jerk back, as if that will prevent him from touching me. I watch in horror as my father transforms into me! He turns into an exact doppelganger. I fight and frantically move my head in an attempt to avoid his touch. The shadow creatures grab my head and hold it still as my dead ringer's hand gets closer and closer. I feel an intense burning sensation as his fingertips touch the skin on my forehead. His fingers begin to merge into my flesh. My head begins to throb and a loud ringing sound begins to bounce around in my ears. The pain is so intense. It's like a having an earache to the tenth power. I feel myself getting weak. My legs are getting heavy. My posture begins to slump. The pain is unbearable. It merges further and further into me. A dizzy sensation sweeps over me as everything fades to black.

THE SOUND of birds chirping and rays of sun sneaking in through the slats of the window blinds work collaboratively to awaken me. I try desperately to rustle out of my semi comatose state. I'm in my living room sprawled out over my couch in a weird unnatural manner. I notice dark red spots smeared in its fabric. My hands, arms, and torso are covered with the same spots. At first, it doesn't really hit me. However, as I continue looking myself over, I begin feeling very uneasy. Something isn't right. I try to remember everything that happened the night before, but most of it seems like a dream. It's starting to get difficult to distinguish what's real and what's a nightmare. I try calming myself down as I give the room a quick glance over. My eyes stop at the trail of bloody footsteps leading into the dining room. As I walk through the dining room, I look over myself again; this time checking for any cuts or other fresh wounds. I don't find a single scratch.
"What have I done?" I mumble as I reluctantly follow the mysterious trail. I step into the kitchen. I immediately notice a shovel with pieces of fresh dirt caked on it. I can tell that it's fresh because it still has a clumpy, moist appearance. "Did I kill somebody? And how did I dig through the cold hard pre-winter soil?" I question as I try to CSI the facts. I walk through the kitchen, and head out the back door. I examine the back yard for any freshly dug or covered holes. I'm glad that my backyard has a tall wooden fence that encloses it. The last thing I need is a neighbor to see me covered in blood looking like a serial killer. I see a small hole near a tree. I go over to have a look in the hole. It's empty. Now I'm confused. What did I remove from the hole? I rack my brain trying to desperately to retrieve any memories of what transpired the night before.
I try to recall the last person I saw. "Becky!" quickly illuminates my conscious. In a panicked haste, I scramble around the house for my smart phone. I begin removing every couch cushion and metaphorically leaving no stone unturned. I find it of all places, in my pocket. I swiftly swipe in the pass code and scroll through the recent call list. Becky's contact info pops on the screen, accompanied by the sound of ringing. The phone picks up.
"Hello" interrupts the silence.
"Becky?" I respond feeling partially relieved to hear her voice.
"Hey Teddy what's up Babe?" She says in a sweet warm tone.
"You're still coming over today right?" She inquires for reassurance.
"Uh yeah sure baby" Shoots forth from out of my mouth. "You know we miss you," She says in a warm manner.
"Hey baby let me call you right back okay?" Like a flash of lightening, another person pops in my head, MELISSA! I quickly hang up and scroll until I locate her number. I click on it and it begins to dial. I say hello as soon as the rings stop.
"Hey Teddy, I was waiting on you to call me." Lissa says in longing sincere manner.
"Hi honey" I reply.
"I see somebody is happy to hear from me!" she says obviously mistaking the relief in my voice for simple happiness.
"Of course" I reply. "Hey honey..." I pause, mid sentence. In the mist of panic, I clearly forgot to check for one thing, Where is Max? "Hey Lissa baby, Imma call you right back okay?"
"Okay" She responds before hanging up. "Here Max, here boy!" I call out as I search through the house. I check the rest of the rooms on the first floor, no Max. I check the upstairs rooms, still no Max. I make my way to the basement…surprise, no Max. The sound of scratching stops me dead in my tracks. I follow the sound; it leads me to the front door. I open the door and see Max!

Chapter 1

The room is dark. The only visible light is the soft glow from the moon. It faintly shines through the slits of the partially closed window blind. The sparsely furnished living room reflects that of a Bachelor occupant. I lay frozen on my sofa, paralyzed by some unknown force. The room is ice cold. I am a prisoner in my own home. My eyes are the only things I can move. I can't believe what I‘m seeing in front of me. Three tall menacing figures are standing over me. A forth is kneeled down directly in front of me. The dim moonlight shining through these semitransparent Shadow men lets me know that they are not human. Other than piercing evil red eyes, these creatures have no visible features. The kneeling figure begins to make an inaudible sound. The sound is a deep growl, unlike anything I have ever heard. After growling, it begins to speak. "YOU WILL."

"Ted ……. Ted! Wake up! You're going to be late!" I jump up, Drenched in sweat. "I'M UP!" I blurt out in a sleep drunken state. I sit on the edge of the bed for a few moments to get my head together and shake off the remnants of the horrific nightmare. Once I‘m fully awake, I rush to get my things together and head off to the bathroom. "Damn I really need a haircut. I'm starting to look like a wild man!" The thought captures my conscious as I run my fingers through my wild curly mane. Other than my desperate need for a haircut, I'm an okay looking guy. Hazel eyes, broad shoulders, slightly muscular physic, and exotic features. My physical appearance, made me pretty popular with the ladies of California. Ahh, those were the days. College life was great! The parties, the different women, my buddies, oh and the schoolwork wasn't too bad either. I'm reminiscing like it was twenty years ago, when it's really only been under four.

I make sure that I grab all of the necessary items and put them into my brown leather messenger bag. After I have everything that I need, I put on one of my favorite fall jackets. It's a little worn, but is still in fairly good condition. I stumble before making my way down the stairs and into the front room.
"Make sure you have everything you need for your appointment" My Mom says in a reminding manner, while giving me that doting motherly look.
"I know Mom, I know" I murmur before planting a kiss on her cheek as she puts her suit coat on. People tell me I favor her a lot. Her light golden brown skin, soft facial features, and deep green eyes make her a stunning sight at forty-five. Now I understand my father's pain. I hated when my friends and/or their fathers would have crushes on her. From what I was told, he has gotten into a few fist fights over her.
"I'm probably going to be in meetings all day, and your father should be in this evening. Try to be back, he really wants to see you!" She announces while grabbing a bottle of her favorite juice from out of the refrigerator.
"Affirmative Captain" I say jokingly as I walk out of the front door. "Love you see you later."
I make my way outside. The cold air brushes over my face. The smells of early fall bring back fond memories of the forthcoming season; Grandma Nettie's delicious homemade pies, the hunting trips with Grandpa Jack, going through old photo albums while Grandma Nettie told the stories associated with each photo. The stories she told, really gave a better understanding of her homeland and the things that she kept close to her heart. Through her I learned that my Mom's side of the family is from Brazil and Canada.

Grandma Nettie was from Brazil and Grandpa Jack was from Canada. According to Grandma Nettie, they first met when Grandpa Jack came to her country while on vacation. She was a waitress at a local bar and grill that got a lot of business from tourists. One day while she was working, she said the weirdest guy came in with a look in his eyes that was much different from anyone else she had ever encountered. He told her that he and a couple of his buddies were on vacation. His buddies ended up finding the company of lady friends. He didn't want to be a fifth wheel, so that's how he ended up alone at the bar where she worked. He purposely spent the night ordering drinks from her just to stay in her company. By the end of the night, he was so drunk that he could barely stand, let alone make it back to his hotel. Grandma knew that some of the locals would take advantage of him in his drunken state, so she ended up taking him back to her place to look after him till the next day.
When he woke up he told her "I must be in heaven because the most beautiful angel is standing over me." After that day the two of them were inseparable. As his vacation was nearing its end, he pleaded with her to come back to Canada with him. He said he felt complete for the first time in his life, and that he could provide her with a better life if she were to do so. After some intense pondering, she agreed on three conditions, first he had to make sure that she was able to visit home at least twice a year, second she made him promise to never get drunk like how he had gotten the day they meet, and last, to always make her feel special like how he had done up to that point. I guess love doesn't have a time limit or stringent rules because she left with him and they lived happily ever after. He lived up to all the promises, actually he did even better. Once his business really got off the ground, he made sure she got to visit home three to four times a year, he quit drinking, other than on special occasions, and he kept finding ways to make her feel special. One of the ways he made her feel special was that, he would prepare her favorite breakfast every Friday morning.
They stayed together for forty-three years until Grandpa Jack passed away. She knew he'd passed away that particular Friday morning because, She didn't smell that familiar smell of her favorite breakfast being prepared. It turns out that he died while on his way back from the grocery store. He had a heart attack and his car ended up going head on with an eighteen wheeler. She was never the same after that. She died a few years afterward. My eyes always get watery when I think about them. They really meant a lot to me.

My Dad is from Cleveland. I have never met his father. I'm not sure what their relationship was like, because he's never talked much about him. One day, I tried to get information out of him about his father, and he completely shut down and wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the day. I also know very little about his mom. I remember visiting her a few times as a child. She was a small black woman with deep hazel eyes. She was real sweet, but weird. According to my mom, she was originally from somewhere in Louisiana. I think her weirdness came from the fact that she was into black magic or voodoo. The last time we visited her, she and my Dad got into a real bad argument. I was too young to really understand what it was about. It got so bad that he threatened to never let her see me again. I was told she left town shortly after. To this day, I don't know what happened to her. I don't even know if she's still alive. All I know is that she was real weird. More than likely, she probably went back to Louisiana.
Cleveland is an okay place. I work there now. The only major gripe I have is that sometimes, the commute to work can be a real bitch! Driving from out west to downtown Cleveland is an adventure in itself, I can't really complain though, getting to work and school in California was ten times worse! My car is a modest late model Chevy sedan, nothing really special about it. It's lasted me throughout my college days and up to the present. It's dependable and inexpensive to repair. I love it! I start my Baby up and my ears are greeted by one of my favorite songs. I sing along while waiting for her to heat up. After my Baby warms up, I head off to start my day.
I still can't quite seem to get the nightmare out of my head. Just thinking about those creatures, sends chills up my spine. "You will…What the hell does that mean?" I say out loud while stopping at a light. My attention is quickly shifted as I notice someone in the distance. Someone really familiar; I notice…her. She still looks the way I remember. Her long dark brown hair is neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Her red sweater and loose jeans do little to mask her amazing physic. Her face glows in the sunlight. With virtually no make-up she is still a sight to behold. So sweet, sexy, and amazing; the moments we spent together replay in my mind like highlights from a football game. "What went wrong with us?" I wonder as I contemplate stopping to say hi. I have a few minutes to spare so I figure I might as well take advantage of it. I park my car and approach her.
"Melissa" I call out to her. She turns and smiles when she recognizes me.
"Ted, I was just thinking about you "
"So I see you're back in town Lissa "
"Yeah I might be moving back here permanently"
"How was New York?
"Hectic, Non-stop, you know typical City that never sleeps"
"I got you. So how are your Mom and Ashley? You know……"
"They're ok. My Mom is holding up well considering…."
"How are you taking it?"
"I'm okay, taking it one day at a time."
"Yeah your Dad was pretty cool."
"Yeah he always thought you were going to end up being his Son-n-law. "
"He and I both, you know I.….." before I can finish my sentence, Melissa's lips connect with mine.
"I missed you Teddy."
I'm shocked. I don't really know what to say or how to react. My heart still longs for her, but I'm still not sure why we ended. All the dating I've done after her didn't seem to extinguish the flame of love I have for her. Even when I went away to school in California, my heart stayed with her. She is just that girl that can't be replaced.
"I missed you too. I miss us" I say before kissing her back. Her lips are so warm and soft. Her taste is intoxicating. "What are you doing later? Maybe we can catch up a little bit more over dinner." I slyly slip the invite out while flashing a charming smile.
"That sounds great. I just have to help my Mom with a few things then umm I should be free after six."
"Ok let's go to our usual spot. You're going to be at your Mom's right? I can pick you up."
"Yeah I'm staying there for a while so that will be perfect"
"Alright see you later."
I get back in my car. "Wow she is just as I remembered her." I think to myself while turning the keys in the ignition. My Baby revs back up and I continue on my way to handle my affairs of the day. The drive is smooth as Classic Rock blares through the car speakers. I love that old heavy riff laden sound. I'm too young to remember when most of the bands came out, but never the less, I'm still a fan. I wish I was around during that era. A lot of the music nowadays sucks balls. For some strange reason, I've always favored listening to older music over the new stuff. I remember when I used to go hunting with Grandpa Jack and he would play a lot of classic rock and funk. I think that's where my love for old music stems from; from good ol' Papa Jack! I arrive at my first destination right on schedule. I pull up into the driveway of a nice modest home. I step out and I am greeted by Mr. Reynolds, a real estate agent. Mr. Reynolds is an older guy with salt and pepper colored hair. He's a little on the obese side. He looks kind of like Reed Richards, you know Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. Well, a bloated non super version. The fact that he's seriously overweight makes his choice of vehicle comical. I mean picture a three hundred something pound guy in a two-seater sports car.
"Hello Ted, it's good to see you."
"Hello Mr. Reynolds I'm all set to go."
"Ok Ted, go on ahead inside I have to grab a few things out of my car and then we can get down to business."
The house is a cozy gray colonial house with dark blue trim and awnings. I enter the house followed by Mr. Reynolds. We step into the vestibule. I notice the hardwood floor has signs indicating that recent work had been done to it. I also notice it is extremely cold. I shrug it off, attributing it to the change in seasons and the gas not being on.
"Ok Ted if you will follow me into the dining room, we can get this process underway." We walk through the living room. It is a nice inviting room with a decorative fireplace & built-in bookshelves. A lone picture hangs up on one of the walls. It's a pretty strange picture. As a matter of fact, it's kind of creepy. The carpet is dark gray. The walls are a beige earth tone. We make our way to the dining room. It has hardwood floors similar to the vestibule. The only furnishing in the room is a slightly worn dining room table and a floor lamp in the corner.
"So before I sign these papers, is there anything you have to tell me about the house? Any deaths or gruesome murders I need to know about?" I say with a wily grin.
"No Ted, nothing like that has ever happened here. The previous owner was a real quiet guy. He kept to himself. Other than that, the house was a family owned house passed down three generations. The original owner was a guy by the name of Jerry Graftmore. He came here as an immigrant and built the place from scratch. When he got married, he moved the Mrs. in and the rest is history. No untimely deaths or anything of that nature. A lot of love and care was put into this property." The last owner had some major renovations done to it before putting it up on the market."
"Well you know I had to ask. I watch a lot of those ghost shows. Not that I believe in them, but why chance it."
"I got you trust me. This one lady I grew up with her and her husband bought a place and there was all kinds of weird things going on there; Lights turning on and off, footsteps, weird noises at night; the whole shebang. The lady almost lost it completely!"
I continue talking to Mr. Reynolds and going over the paperwork. Once we're finished, I take another look around the place.
"It's a pretty big space for just me maybe I should get a dog or a roommate….?" I think to myself while giving the place a once more look over. I still feel a distinct chill. It seems as if it's following me from room to room. "Ok I'm tripping. Once the heat is on everything will be cool." I try to reassure myself. I go back into the living room for one last look. The creepy picture, steals my attention again. I can explain it, but there is something about it. It's creepy, but not in the conventional manner. Even though it's like my third time in this house, I feel like I've been here a thousand times before. Why does this house look so familiar; especially this living room.
"Wow this is weird; Déjà vu." I say in a low voice. I just can't seem to shake the feeling, but I won't let it overshadow my joyous moment. As of today, I am officially on my way to becoming a homeowner. Remembering the rest of my schedule, I leave the house and get back on the road; my next destination, work.

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