Chapter: Twenty Eight.

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"Eric!"

Eric hissed and rolled over on the bed, it took him a lot to fall asleep and now his mother is waking him up again.

"Eric get down here this minute!"

"What?!"

"I said get down here, you've been sleeping for the past ten hours!"

"What?!" Eric jumped from the bed and crashed on the wooden floor. "Ten hours?!" He did not believe it, he could swear he hadn't slept one hour yet.

"Are you coming?!" The angry woman yelled again.

"Yes," Eric whispered under his breath.

"Eric!"

"Coming!" He hissed then got up before stumbling out of the room.

"Are you feeling alright?!" She asked worriedly as soon as she caught sight of her son.

"Yes mum and please....could you cut it on the exaggeration." Eric dropped on the sofa both hands rubbing at his eyes.

"Ex...what!" The woman asked surprised.

"Ten hours. Really mum?!"

"What time did you go to bed?"

"I don't know maybe around seven after we had breakfast!"

"What time is it now?" She crossed both arms and stared down at him.

"Past six." Eric's eyes widen. "What the hell?!" He jumped. "Fuck I missed my interview." He cursed. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!"

"Are you crazy!" The woman asked. "Do you know how long I have been trying to wake you up!"

"Why did you wake me now?!"

"It's time for dinner since you missed lunch-"

The sound of the doorbell ringing paused both mother and child's arguments.

"I'll get it," Eric told her and walked towards the door while his mother made her way to the kitchen.

Eric opened the door and stared at nothing, no one rang the bell and no one stood at the door.

"Sucker!" He cursed and shut the door.

The bell went off again and he spun around, fist clenched tightly but when he opened the door this time there was a cold dark figure right in front of him.

"Shit!" Eric hissed and tried shutting the door. "Who are you?!" He thought he yelled that question but apparently, it was barely a whisper.

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Jameson has been standing there even when the older boy first came out.

When he rang the bell the second time he showed himself, he wanted to stick his dagger into the boy's throat and end his life at once but remembering what the demons told him he held back his anger.

"Are you going to speak or are you just going to stand there and stare at-" The rest of his words died as he found himself walking out of the house towards a strange dark space that looked like a hole. Eric couldn't speak even as fear gripped him and he sweats profusely.

Jameson looked on until the boy disappeared into the hole then he turned back to find a very terrified woman with mouth wide open staring at him.

"What have you done to my son?" The woman asked with a shaky voice.

Jameson shoved her back into the house and closed the door behind him.

"Please.....please!" She cried as she felt her back hit the walls.

Jameson had her pinned on the wall and then backed up.

The woman cried when she felt her body lift from the grounds and pressed tightly up against the wall, her hands spread apart. She couldn't move and it scared her to death knowing that she was been held by an unseen force, tears filled her face as she cried begging the boy to let her down and to give her back her son.

"He is my lover." Jameson black eyes burned into the woman's and blood ran down her face as tears would. "My only lover!" Jameson pulled his dagger out and showed it to the trembling woman. "I will do everything and anything to have him back!" Jameson stabbed the dagger into her chest and she choked on her blood as Jameson pulled his dagger down slowly until he reached her abdomen, blood gushed out and pooled around Jameson's foot.

Jameson struck the dagger in again and this time tore the stomach open bringing down all the entrails mixed with blood and water, an unpleasant stench filled the room as Jameson cut the heart clean from the chest.

He held it up in both hands and smiled.

It's been a long-ass while he felt one of those in his hands.

Slowly he dropped it in his shoulder bag and walked out of the room.

Once the door shut the woman's body dropped to the wooden bloody floor.

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Jeremy jolted awake for the fourth time that night. He was having the most unpleasant and restless sleep. He kept waking up to something that isn't there.

It felt as though he was been woken up by someone or something but when he opened his eyes he would find he's still all alone in his bedroom.

This time though Jeremy climbed out of bed and walked out of the room.

He stood in the hallway and listened to his sister whispering to herself as always.

He never understood why they didn't put both her and their mother in a psychiatric hospital.

His mother just lies in bed all day and night eyes wide open staring into space.

His father was alright even though he has no hands anymore, the man still walks around and do the things that he could.

The house was like a curse to live in but Jeremy loved his family too much to leave and let them suffer alone.

He has been cursed with sleepless nights and it was more than enough torture.

The image of the strange boy hunts his dreams and visions, even when he's alone he could swear he feels the boy standing behind, in front or beside him.

Jeremy has come to live with this newly found feeling and he endured it as the rest of his family did.

Jeremy came down to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk.

One hand on the refrigerator handle he paused when he sensed that feeling again.

This time it came off stronger than usual, his hands shook and goosebumps filled his entire body.

Jeremy could not bring himself to turn around this time, he just stood there with one shaky hand gripping the refrigerator as though his life deepens on it.

"Turn around."

The voice sounded in his ears and Jeremy very nearly died at that spot, his eyes watered and spilled.

"I said, turn around!"

Jeremy obeyed and turned around a silent whimper escaped his mouth as he fell on his knees.

He was alone.

There was no one behind him.

Yet someone had spoken.

Someone had commanded that he turned around.

Jeremy cried into his palms, he was a quivering mess.

Maybe he was going crazy.

Maybe he's losing his mind.

Jeremy tried to get up but fell back on his knees when he felt a hand grab onto his shoulder.

Fear struck.

He could barely breathe.

"P-P-Ple-es-" The words refused to come out.

"You should never have looked like him."

"You should never have told me you weren't him."

"I can not live without him."

"I will have him back."

"No matter the cost."

Jeremy yowled in pain when he felt a harsh sting behind him. He didn't know what struck him and he would not want to know.

For his sake, he hoped he died.

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