Chapter One
Have you ever stared at the stars in amazement, ever wondered what else was out there? What was beyond the realms of reality? What is it that we just can not see. If we were to tear through the threads of all we know, and see what was not meant to be seen, what would happen?
She stood outside on the porch, looking up into the sky as the sun began to fade away. This world…It has grown tiresome…Boring. This thought crossed her mind many times before, she longed for the action and adventure that she could capture in her games and movies, in her ever so loved books. She was always a little out of the ordinary, she had bleach blond hair that hung down to her waist and bright moon colored silver eye. She always layered her clothes even when the sun was shining bright outside, her skin was very pale contrasting against her eyes, and she barely reached five foot tall. Her personality on the other hand, though at times she may seem dark and gloomy, makes her a very extraordinary person, she just got bored often. Her mother named her for her personality, a suiting name she thought. Jocelyn, she was called Joyce sometimes as well, mostly by her nanny when her mother was not home.
Time ticked by quickly, she seemed to move not one inch, just stood there staring at the sky. This quickly became a routine on long Saturday nights. She would think about creatures and beings never before seen, she would morph the creatures from her books to suit the ones she wanted to see. What if they existed? She would think to herself. Those creatures that she would see, but of course, they are only in her imagination. “Jocelyn come help your brother set the table for dinner, it'll be done soon” her mother called, as she did so every Saturday when she spent the evening with her children instead of with her ‘coworkers’.
Jocelyn tore her eyes away from the sky and her thoughts broke free. She was no longer thinking of creatures and beings from a different reality, now she was only left to wonder what another quiet Saturday dinner was going to be like. She never talked to her family, only listened, she had a very keen ear and always knew what was going on. Even though nobody thought much of her she was a rather bright girl. She walked into the dinning room to see her brother, a rather tall boy with navy cut brown hair and matching eyes, placing the napkins and silverware on the table. It was her job to get the plates and glasses out. The table was set the same way every Saturday for their ‘family dinner’. Jocelyn grabbed three plates and placed them on either end of the table with one in the middle where their mother would sit. She had to place two glasses for each plate, a wine glass on the left side and a tall water glass on the right, she did so accordingly for every plate. This was her chore for the day, along with keeping her room straight.
Sara, Jocelyn’s nanny was not allowed to eat dinner with them when their mother was home, though Jocelyn would prefer it that way. Her mother thought it was very rude. Though it seemed rude to Jocelyn that she would not let her housekeeper and nanny eat dinner, she barely got paid. Jocelyn shook the thought away and looked up at her brother, Jace, who had finished setting the dinner table and had went to the other side of the room to talk on the phone. It was probably his girlfriend of 3 years. Nobody knew her name, Jocelyn doubted she even existed, if it wasn’t for the phone calls and all the letters, only containing the name “loved one” on the address, she would have no reason to believe so. Her brother was a mere 21 years old, though he graduated high school already, he still seemed to be light years behind Jocelyn. She was only 17 years old, younger than her brother and still smarter than him, youngest in the house unless her brother was babysitting.
Rolling her eyes she turned her head away from her brother and focused in on her mother. Her back was turned but you could still see her super model figure. After all these years the old hag doesn’t seem to age a bit. How pathetic! She never thought much of her mother, since she was nothing like her. She obviously got her hair and skin tone from her father since her mother had very noticeably tan skin and shoulder length black hair. "The same length and style it has been for the last 20 years" she would always say, like it was something to be proud of. Her mother of course always wore tight clothing, she couldn’t complain, her clothes were not always the loosest in the house, but come on, her mother was 40 years old couldn’t she dress a little more descent? As her mother turned she saw the redness in her face where she had been standing over the stove cooking. Her eyes were a puke green color, looked like someone chewed her eyes up whole, swallowed them, then threw them back up. A smile spread across Jocelyn’s face. She always smiled when she thought of the crazy things, it showed how extraordinary she was. Many people called her weird, but she just thought of herself as, well, eccentric.
She could see her mother flash a smile as she carried a big steaming pot over to the table, “Alright kids, we are having goulash today!” Her mother seemed so proud of herself. What’s the big deal, you threw some carrots, potato’s, hamburger, and some peas in a pot and called it something French. Jocelyn hated eating 'goulash', she didn't even think it was real food it was just the only thing her mother could cook. It was the same thing that they had eaten the past three Saturdays. Frankly, Jocelyn was growing weary of the same nasty stew, she wished her mother had actually paid attention in home economics class. Then she might be able to make food you can actually eat and not want to throw it back up later. Or is that her intentions? Jocelyn let out a sigh and looked down at her plate as her mother dumped the chunky stew on the plate. “Dig in” her mother would say, and then wait for Jocelyn to take a bite before she could move on to Jace’s plate and give him some.
Jace of course appeared out of no where ready to throw the slop down his throat and get back to his phone call. Jocelyn could see that he left the phone sitting on the counter, so his mystery girl was still on the other line waiting for him. She had thought periodically of walking over to the phone and finding out if it was really a girl, or if it was a person at all. Maybe it was one of his friends that was just helping him lead on this ruse. She didn’t know for sure but she intended one day to find out.
After all the food had been placed and her mother had poured the wine and water she sat down to the table, finally. She looked at her son and they began to have their normal conversation about how college was going, and Jace would lie and say it was going great and his grades were staying up. This time he said he might even try out for the football team, saying maybe he would be on television and she would get to see him. Why can’t he just tell her that he is not going to college, I don’t think it would make much of a difference, the old hag didn’t go to college, why would her nimrod son have to? Oh well, there is no hope for this family. Jocelyn shook her head and bit into the chewy meat of her stew. It was hard to chew and even harder to swallow, she planned on sitting it out and waiting for them to leave the table so she can throw her food into the trash.
For a while Jace and his mother talked about his college and his television football plan, then their attention turned to Jocelyn. “Hey Jocey, why don’t you ever talk? Your so weird you know that!” Her brother would joke and laugh around, like he had a right to call her weird. You’re the one that’s lying about a college degree you will never get nimrod! Jocelyn only shook away the thoughts and mumbled “don’t call me Jocey, that’s not my name.” Then she would go about her business chewing and swallowing the meat in her mother disastrous stew. She could hear her mother muttering something to her brother, she knew it was about her. It was always about her when she got quiet. Her mother had a loud mouth, it was hard to get her to whisper, harder to get her to mutter. Jocelyn seemed to do a excellent job at it though, every time they ate dinner her mother would mutter something to her brother, she imagined it was the same thing every time. You would think a person would get tired of hearing the same things all the time, who knows.
Once her mother had excused herself from the table her brother stood up and rushed back to the phone to talk to his mystery girl. Jocelyn’s mother waited for her to stand up before she did, she thought it to be polite. Whatever. She took her plate and raked its contents into the trash then silently placed her plate in the dishwasher. It would be Sara’s job to turn it on once it was filled. Looking over her shoulder she could see her mother walking towards the staircase, her room was upstairs as well as Jocelyn’s brother. She preferred to sleep downstairs in her smaller but much more cozy bedroom.
Jocelyn shook her head, gathered her thoughts, and walked down the hallway to her room. She could still hear her brother laughing on the phone as she neared the end of the hall. Of course her room had to be at the end of the longest hall in the house, oh well she liked it none the less. She stuck her hand deep into the pocket of her brightly colored jeans and felt around for her key. At first she was in doubt, thinking she might have left it on the porch, it would be much to dark out for her to find it now. Just when she was about to give up and go sleep on the couch she found it in the very corner of her pocket. It was a small silver key that fit only the lock she had put on her door, it looked more like the key to a small girls diary or a pair of fancy handcuffs like I would ever need those. She laughed at her thoughts and shoved the key in the lock turning it quickly to get in her room, or course locking it behind her.
She placed the key on her nightstand and quickly reached for her book “What Lies in Darkness”, she was almost done with it and anxious to find out what happens. She clapped her hands and her light flickered on damn, the lights are almost dead. I will have to get Sara to take me to get some more. Jocelyn had never gotten her drivers license, she never saw the need for it. Everywhere she wanted to go she could get to by foot. And if all else failed she could ride the bus, if her destination was too far away that is. She shrugged her shoulders and opened up her book. A book of wander and excitement, horror and demons, creatures in the night. Her arms trembled and a smile spread on her face she read on into her book.
Jocelyn pulled her eyes away from the book once she had finished it and found that what seemed like mere minutes had actually been three hours. It was 11 o’ clock. Her clock changed to show 11:01 as she stood to pull off her shirt, she had to change into her pajama’s. She felt a wave of exhaustion flow over her, she didn’t even feel like taking off her long sleeved under shirt or her pants. She let herself fall backwards onto her bed and stare up at the light, it was late but she finished her book, she was happy. Her arms stretched upwards and she smacked her hands together in a clapping motion only to see her lights flicker out before her hands could meet. Great.
The light peered through the cracks of the multi-neon colored curtains onto Jocelyn’s face. She blinked a few times and then sat up to rub her eyes and stretch the muscles in her arms. She had been dreaming of demons and dragons, phoenix’s and trolls. She woke wishing yet again that maybe her dreams were only images of reality. She heard the front door slam, he mother had left once again to go some where. She said it was work but Jocelyn knew better, she knew she was going to go out to a bar or a club with her friends. She always comes home drunk at two or three in the morning and left the next day with a hangover, only coming home to repeat the process.
Once she heard the engine on her car turn on and the gravel fly from the parkway as her mother drove away she popped on her house slippers and jumped out of the bed. Her hair was a bit of a mess of long waves, it would be straight again when she brushed it. She slid out of her door and down the hallway, Sara was awake and making some eggs and toast for breakfast, the air smelled great. Mmmm breakfast! Thoughts of the delicious toasts filled her head. She saw Sara turn when she slid into a chair at the dinning table, bruising her side. “Hi” Jocelyn smiled looking up at Sara while she held onto her side. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath then stood up straight to outstretch her abdomen muscle. This made the place she had bruised sting and she wanted to cringe, but she didn’t.
“Hello miss Joyce, how are you this morning?” Sara preferred the name Joyce over Jocelyn so that is what she decided Jocelyn‘s name was. The tone of Sara’s voice let her know that she was worried about Jocelyn’s side. She didn’t answer only nodding her head to let her know she was okay as she began to scarf down a piece of toast and grab a glass of pulpy orange juice. As she washed down her toast she looked up at Sara, a 57 year old woman, wrinkly and weak at the knees. She knew how to cook and always had nice stories of when she was younger, sometimes Jocelyn would take her stories and write some of her own. Though hers would include mythical creatures and demons, brave warriors and such. Now that is what a real old woman is supposed to look like. It doesn’t matter if my mother is ten years younger than her or not, why can’t she just let herself age like a normal woman instead of wasting money to make herself into a plastic Barbie doll. I don’t get it!
“I shall leave you to your food then miss Joyce, master Jace has already left for class”…Jace had everyone wrapped around his little finger, they all thought he actually had classes to go to. But Jocelyn said nothing. Sara lowered her head and then walked away, she was always faithful to Jocelyn, she would tend to the rest of the house until there was nothing left that needed to be done and then wait until she was called upon. Jocelyn grabbed another piece of toast and made her way back down the hall to her room, she had left the door open and probably let all of the air out. She was rather hungry after hardly eating last night she just wanted some good food in her stomach. As she made her way down the hallway she swallowed the bread and inhaled the pine scented air, Sara had opened the window at the end of the hall to let in some fresh air. It got a little hot and clammy inside during the summer time when the window wasn’t opened up.
Before stepping back into her room Jocelyn closed her eyes and took another deep breath of the pine scented air. After relaxing herself a bit she walked into her room and clapped her hands to turn the light on, it didn’t light up the room. Damn, I forgot, the light is blown. I need to get Sara to run me down to the market. She had forgotten completely about her busted light. She grabbed her jacket, shoes, and wallet and walked out of her room forgetting her key and to lock the door. She was focused on getting a new light so she could read before she went to bed.
She slipped into her shoes and shoved her wallet in the back pocket of yesterdays jeans. They were a bright color of purple contrasting with her green undershirt. She didn’t wear things that matched much but she did layer colors nicely. She pulled on her purple and blue jacket and bent down to tie her shoes, which just so happened to be blue and green with some traces of purple along the lining and shoes strings. Jocelyn stood back up and looked around, Sara wasn’t in the dining room or out on the porch right outside so she should be in the study. She liked to sit in there and read when Jocelyn’s mother was out, she as well enjoyed nice stories even if her idea of a good story and Jocelyn’s idea of a good story are two completely different terms.
Jocelyn looked around and then made her way up the staircase off to the right of the dining room pass the double doors leading to the porch where she liked to spend most of her afternoons, if she wasn’t out reading in a tree somewhere. Once she had climbed to the top of the staircase she saw a big wooden door with an antique door knob, her grandmother had that door built in the house when Jocelyn was only a small girl. She thought back to all the good times she had running through this house wanting her grandmother to read to her in the study. She took another deep breath and pushed the doors to the study open to find Sara sitting in the big chair reading a book with her legs crossed, just like her grandmother did, Sara always reminded her so much of her grandmother. That was one reason they are so close, and Sara was like the mother she never had as well.
“I need a ride to the market” Jocelyn smiled and perked herself up on her toes to look over the book at Sara’s face. Even in her old age Sara was taller than Jocelyn. She didn’t talk much, she liked to keep herself to her thoughts mostly, and she found that if she doesn’t talk a lot then she has more time to listen. Its very helpful really. Sara knew she didn’t talk often, Jocelyn just liked to sit and listen, or read of course. That was perfectly fine with Sara, she liked somebody that would listen to her every once in a while, so that she could have the say instead of taking somebody else’s word.
“Yes miss Joyce. I will drive you and drop you at the market on my way to pick of your mothers dry cleaning.” Sara smiled and closed the book she was reading carefully, she was very gentle with books. Also she never used a book mark, she just remembered what page she was one. Jocelyn figured she had to have read the whole library by now, she has been around since she was a teenager when she was babysitting Jocelyn’s mom. After her grandmother had died they never got any new books unless Jocelyn bought them, Of course Sara has read all the books, maybe that was why she never used a book mark? Jocelyn didn’t know, she just found it interesting. Sara had already began walking down the staircase while Jocelyn was in thought, she shrugged it away and began making her way down the staircase as well to the two large doors at the front entry way and out into the parking lot to see Sara’s old beaten up volts wagon that Jocelyn loved to ride in. She pretty much preferred old cars over the new speedy ones.
Jocelyn spoke lightly to Sara once she reached the front porch, she placed her hand on Sara’s shoulder as she spoke “Thank you Sara, for being here.”
Chapter 2
As they rode towards downtown Jocelyn watched out the window at all the pedestrians that would walk along the side walk in their suits and ties on their way to work. That’s what a real business person dressed like. She saw a small antique store, in the window was a necklace that looked to be centuries old. It was only a few blocks from the market where she would be getting her light bulbs at. Maybe she could walk there to look at it and then get back before Sara had gotten back, from getting the dry cleaning, to pick her up? She would figure it out when she got there. She could already see the big sign for the market down the street, “Cheap Chucks Market”. This was where she would get all her light bulbs, of course they would always blow at least twice a month and she only bought four of them every two months.
As they pulled up to the market she could see Sara reaching inside of her purse, Jocelyn knew what she was doing, trying to give her money. Jocelyn quickly slipped away out of the door before she could get any money out and give it to her. She never took Sara’s money, didn’t want to, looking around she found aisle fourteen and checked to make sure there wasn’t too many people crowding it. She had already made the decision to get the light bulbs and get out so she could go and check out that old antique store. She might even buy that necklace she saw sitting in the window, if she had enough for it that is.
Not too many people were in aisle fourteen, to be exact not too many people were ever in the market. It was a steal, overpriced items that didn’t even work half the time. So much for living up to the name of the market. Shrugging Jocelyn made her way past the check out stands and the butcher section and moved stealthily to aisle fourteen. Some of the shelves were falling to pieces and one of the bags of plastic knives had been broken into. Who would want to steal a plastic knife? People around here are insane, and they call me weird. She quickly grabbed a box of four sixty watt bulbs and moved towards the check out stand and quickly as she had gotten to the aisle. She almost closed her eyes as she walked, she always looked at the ground anyways, then her head shot up as a tall figure in a black coat threw himself past her. Their shoulders met as he went by, it felt like somebody had thrown a rock at her shoulder and it hit a vein. Dead arm.
As her arm fell limp she dropped the bulbs on the ground watching them shatter, she turned her head around to look over her shoulder but the tall figure had gone. She figured he had went around to the next aisle or something, all she knew right now was that she had gotten the last pack of sixty watt’s and she would have to wait a few months for there to be more. She would just have to read under the window in her room until she could get some more bulbs. She let out a deep breath and then stood back up holding onto her shoulder, she bruised very easily from her fragile skin but she was used to hurting herself. The stinging feeling of a bruise or cut didn’t bother her much any more. The bruise on her side had almost faded by this time, it didn’t take long for them to heal but it didn’t take much for them to appear in the first place.
A sigh escaped her as she began walking towards the front of the store where she had entered from. What was she going to get now? Jocelyn rarely went out so she had saved up quiet a sum of money. Maybe I can get that amulet…If its not too much, she let her thoughts fade as the feeling came back to her arm. “Well I better get to the antique shop quickly then and back here for Sara comes to pick me up” she could hear herself speak as one of the stores employee’s looked at her strangely. Jocelyn was used to getting strange looks and chuckles whenever she went out, it was apparent that she wasn’t liked very much. It wasn’t her fault, she was just different that’s all, she had a very strong imagination connected to her mind even though she liked to keep it to herself.
Shaking her head Jocelyn pushed the front door of the market open and walked out into the sunlight. Then, with a sigh, she pushed herself forwards towards a broken crossing sign that kept flashing between ‘go’ and ‘stop’. That man was there, the tall one in the trench coat, he was waiting to cross as well. She tried not to notice him but it was hard, it was hard not to look up at him when she was so curious. She still couldn’t see his face, he had a hat placed on his head to where the sunlight cast a big shadow making him more mysterious than he was before. The pain in her arm came back and made her grab at it and look away from him. When Jocelyn looked back up she looked away from the man so she couldn’t see any part of him, she saw no traffic so she quickly ran across the street. This whole city is crazy. She shook her head once more and then looked back to see if the mysterious man who had knocked her over early had crossed. He was gone.
Jocelyn just stood there for a few minutes staring across the street as if she had imagined something that was possible. He just went the other way or around the other corner or something. I’m not going crazy I know what I saw. A grumble escaped her throat as she clenched her jaw and looked over her shoulder at the antique store right up the hill. With a sign she rolled her eyes and jogged, following the sidewalk, all the way to the antique store. She could see the amulet staring at her through the glass window of the antique store. It had a big red stone in the middle of it, it looked like there was a carving or picture of some kind inside the stone but she couldn’t tell. Pulling her eyes away from the window long enough to go through the door she rushed, quickly, to the store clerk to speak with him about the amulet.
“How much for that amulet in the window there?” Jocelyn turned her head and pointed at the amulet in the display window.
“Seventy-Five” The short man spoke, he looked to be of Asian decent, older of course. His skin was sagging down from his eyes, this gave away his age, or his age range any how. Jocelyn watched as he walked over to the display window and removed the amulet she had been looking at. “Pay in cash only. No take card.”
It was hard for Jocelyn to understand him, his English was so broken that he might have well just moved here from Asia yesterday. “That’s fine I have money right here” her left hand tapped her pocket lightly as she looked down at the old Asian man. The man did not speak again only turned to walk towards the counter again to pick out what looked like a one thousand year old ancient box. You have got to be kidding me…That looks like if I picked it up it would fall to pieces. Ah well, better than nothing. She reached into her pocket for her wallet to get the money out to pay for it when she felt a hand on her wrist. It was the old man.
“Be careful child. Gem not one to be taken lightly.” His voice was crackly and airy, as if he had just ran a mile and stood before Jocelyn to speak while catching his breath. “Could take you to unimagined places, or worse” when he spoke this time his English seemed to be better than before, her eyebrow raised in curiosity, confusion. This old coot is a joke, what does he think I am? A twelve year old idiot. Gah, All Asians are the same, think they are better than everyone else. What a dick. Jocelyn found herself beginning to grind her teeth and the old mans eyes just gazed at her unknowingly. With the slightest movement of his hand he placed the box in her hand and waited for his payment.
“Uhm, yeah okay whatever you say.” Jocelyn spoke quietly trying not to sound too rude as she pulled out the seventy-five dollars for the amulet and placed it in the old mans outstretched hand. “Its one twenty, four tens, and a five. Just in case.” She didn’t know whether the old man could count or not so she just wanted to let him know that she gave him the right amount. With that remark the old man turned and walked towards the back of the store where there was an “employees only” sign hanging above the broken door. She stood there for a moment to watch him walk into the room before she grunted loudly and turned around walking towards the wooden door she had come in through. By now Sara was probably waiting for her down by the market so she had to hurry and get back, it didn’t take all that long to pick up the dry cleaning. With a large sigh she began walking back down the street towards the crosswalk that she had made her way across earlier. From the corner of her eye she saw that dark figure again, turning quickly around with one fist in the air and the other one holding her old box she realized there was nothing there; The streets were even virtually empty.
Her heart rate had accelerated when she thought she was being followed by the same man who had knocked her over in the market. With a deep breath she calmed herself, closing her eyes to try and slow her heart rate back to normal. When she opened her eyes she saw what appeared to be a little goblin creature. This startled her beyond belief knocking her down to the ground with a yelp, her eyes were closed once again. Thump thump thump thump. Her heart beating quickly again, she now found herself trying everything she could to calm herself down. Its not real its only from your books, your just imagining it, its been a rough day, just calm down and open your eyes.
After a minute of deep breathing and feeling nothing on top of her or even touching her she opened her eyes. There was no goblin and no tall man in a dark trench coat. Nothing was there to scare her or knock her to her feet. “God Joyce, don’t be a puss.” Talking to herself, Jocelyn only did this when she freaked herself out and felt like a total loser for it. A sigh escaped her as she pushed herself to her feet clinging tightly too her fragile box that held her amulet. As she rounded the corner she saw Sara in the car waiting for her looking very impatient, her head was bobbing around trying to see inside the store to see what Jocelyn was.
This made Jocelyn giggle. Ah Sara, you have no idea. A smile now on her face, as her heart steadied she crossed the street to get to the other side where the market was and where Sara had parked her car. When she got across the street and closer to the car she saw Sara look at her with a slightly angered face, the face that would mean ‘where were you young lady’ if it was able to speak words. This made Jocelyn shutter a little and swallow a hard lump of saliva, she would have to explain everything to Sara and if she didn’t then she would be interrogated all night. Its not like I was doing anything wrong, I just went to get a necklace that’s all right. With another hefty gulp of spit she moved forwards and grabbed the handle to the passengers seat sliding inside the car. Sara made no sound while Jocelyn got into the car, she just waited for her to buckle herself in before she would start up the car.
“Why were you not in the market?” Finally she spoke as she turned the key to start the engine of the car. Jocelyn could see her looking at her slightly from the corner of her eye, Sara would always get so distant when she wanted answers.
“There were no light bulbs a---”
“That’s not what I was asking you though. Why were you not waiting for me at the market?” Sara had cut Jocelyn off before she could finish her sentence.
“That’s what I am trying to tell you though.” Jocelyn paused for a moment and just watched Sara drive, she wanted to make sure that she wasn’t going to be interrupted again. “There were no light bulbs at the market, and I saw an amu…uhh a necklace in that old vintage store up there. I just wanted to go look at it.” She thought about showing it to Sara but didn’t know if now was the right time or not so she just shoved it into the pocket of her jacket.
Sara said nothing else on the short drive back to Jocelyn’s house, she just stared out the front of the windshield and watched the rode as she drove. Jocelyn did the same, only she stared out the passenger window. For a brief moment she let her eyes glance to the passenger side mirror away from the passing rode below, what she saw made her eyes dilate and a scream slide up her throat. She cupped her hands over her mouth but not soon enough to cover the scream.
This wild scream made Sara swerve off the road and hit the ditch beside of it “What’s wrong what’s the matter?” Her voice seemed frantic as she tried to catch her breath from the seatbelt locking up when the tire hit the indent of the ditch.
Jocelyn couldn’t speak, she could barely stand to move her hands away from her mouth. Her eyes were glued to the mirror, there was nothing there now but she couldn’t get the picture of the beast out of her head. She had not seen her reflection, she had seen a monster, something she thought only existed in her books. A creature of rotting flesh, it had no eyes, no mouth, no tongue. It’s jaw hanging loosely from the hinges of its head. It seemed to be staring at her, burring the cold black pits where its eyes would be into Jocelyn’s soul. Red exposed muscle under blue flesh, cold, she felt cold. “Jocelyn. Jocey! Joyce snap out of it!” She felt Sara’s old, boney hands on her shoulders shaking her. After a few minutes she tore her eyes away from the mirror and turned her head towards Sara. Her eyes were a glazed over and full of fear, terrified voices filled her head.
“Jocelyn!” Sara’s voice came more frantic this time, the worry in her voice was able to be made out clearly.
It took Jocelyn a few more moments for her mind to clear and the fear that was lurking behind her eyes to slowly fade away. She could make out Sara's old figure and he ragged voice perfectly, the terror behind her screams trying to shake her out of this fright. "I-I am fine. Don't worry Sara, there is nothing wrong" she seemed to be trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Sara.
"What was that?!? Are you trying to kill me by thinking you are having a heart attack! Lordy child!" Sara's eyes now slanted slightly, turning from fear and worry to anger. Jocelyn knew that not telling her was a bad idea because she would think that she was getting sick, but she just couldn't tell her, not yet. Not until she figured out what was going on with her and why she was seeing these....these things.
"I just....I fell asleep and had a really bad nightmare. Its nothing Sara. Just don't worry about it okay." Jocelyn inhaled deeply after she finished speaking, hoping that Sara would believe her instead of questioning her about everything. She didn't know how they were going to get home though. The car was now stuck in a ditch and the right front tire was blown. They would have to walk.
It was a long quiet walk home and Jocelyn could think of nothing else than to kick rocks and hum the tune of a new song that her favorite band had just came out with. It was certainly getting later than she had thought it would have been, almost like time had flown by her without so much as a blink. The clouds were rolling over what was left of the sun making it almost as dark as it would be if the midnight moon were out. It looks like there is going to be a storm ... at least I hope its a storm. Jocelyn let herself slip away into the endless pits of her thoughts, letting out a slight sigh that didn't even seem to shake Sara's silence. What am I thinking, there is no such things as monsters. There aren't any demons or goblins or giants or rotting zombies. I just had a bad nights sleep and its getting to my mind. Thats exactly what this is. Just a- She jumped from her thoughts back into the realms of reality and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Whats the matter now. Another dream." Sarah spoke softly and turned around to look at Jocelyn, only a mere three steps behind her.
"N-no. I thought I heard something behind us." Jocelyn shook her head still barely moving herself to try and listen to the swooshing winds that were flying by her ears. "I mean some one ..." She corrected herself before Sara started to ask questions about what she had been doing that is making her see or believe she is seeing the creatures from her story books.
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