Stormyrain03

I could only watch hopelessly as you fell, But now that I've caught you, I'm never letting go again.

"Son, do you know what your grandfather has given you?" Stan heard his father's voice in the kitchen, and hurried down the steps, peering around the corner just enough to watch without being seen. His father was sitting in a tiny, yellow-cushioned chair, and his twin brother, Stanley, stood in front of him, looking confused. "Uh... a book?" "A journal," his father elaborated. "A journal, Stanley. Journal number one. It holds great power, just like Grandpa Pines told you. "What kind of power?" "You may never know. There are two journals total, but the other one is hidden somewhere and might never be found in your lifetime. Only when the journa

"And that is why Bill the Triangle Man cannot be trusted. It was sixty years ago that he killed your great uncle Ricky, but he does not age. He does not change, either." Jamie gave a raspy sigh, gazing at his surroundings. He didn't want anyone he loved to be involved with Bill. He had carried that vow to his deathbed, which he was lying on right now, holding Journal number one in his wrinkled, pale and shaky hands. "Stanley, come here," he beckoned his young grandson, who was staring at him with big, scared eyes. "Don't be shy, you won't kill me anymore than disease has. Now hurry up, I haven't got much time left." Reluctantly, the ten-year-

"I'm bleeding? Where?" Jamie pointed to his older brother's hand. "Ah! There's even a little puddle on the floor! That's sick..." Ricky scrambled to his feet quickly, but was not standing for long. Jamie's eyes widened in alarm when Ricky's eyes glazed over and rolled into the back of his head; he fell over and was soon slayed out again in the bathtub, and Jamie was sicked at the sight before him: His older brother lay in the tub like he did seconds ago, but this time, blood stained his gray shirt and pooled around him. Jamie bent over the sink, holding his breath until he was sure he wouldn't be sick. He could barely look at his brother's de

"GAH!" Waking up with a jolt, sweat trickling down his forehead, the boy sat up quickly and waited there, gasping, until the snowy surroundings of his dream swirled away into the doorway of his tiny, pitch-black bedroom. No more numb flesh wounds, no more harsh, snowy winds, and no more silent spirits were there to torment him. For now. He twisted around and adjusted his shirt, which had been riding up on his chest while he slept. As his raggedy clothing fell back into place, he set his bare feet on the cold, hard floor, taking a minute to get used to the cold. It was always cold here. Finally, he stood up, waiting for his dizziness to fade.