An unexpected Visitor I was lying in bed staring out of the window into the star studded sky. I couldn’t sleep, Ever Since I had moved to Arch things had changed. I felt like someone was constantly watching me, penetrating my thoughts and taking over my mind. I looked over at the clock, my nighttime routine, it read 00:00, Mid-night. The house was silent of anything living, the only sound was the quickening of my breath, the atmosphere eerie and chilling.

Mum would have been long asleep, I had heard her creaking up the old staircase sometime ago, and checking in on me, as she did very night, I pretended to be fast asleep as I didn’t want to worry her that I hadn’t been sleeping well. She had enough on her plate, what with the divorce, (how I hate that word! ) and then moving here. Her soft hand had brushed my cheek sending Goosebumps down my arm, but that was over an hour ago, if only she knew how to save me from this endless darkness…. Now I was on my own.

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I crept slowly out of bed, moving lightly across the old floor boards so I wouldn’t wake mum, and moved towards the cold glass of the window. I opened the window like a skilful thief, only I as breaking out of my prison into the night to steal the treasures that it had in store for me. The air was calm and inviting, the trees opposite my window were almost motionless as If playing a child’s game of musical statues. What amazed me the most was that why would anyone want to live here. The whole town was completely lifeless! It was boring and dreary. UT yet at the same time made me feel uncomfortable and edgy like something wonderful was going to happen. And then it did. It happened as quickly as the dawn of a new day. For a second even I didn’t believe what I had witnessed. My precious night had been disturbed again, and it infuriated me. From the top of the street, like a flash of lightening a white car came swiftly down the road and came to an abrupt halt outside my house! I stood there, glued to the floorboards, my forehead pressed against the Icy glass, It felt good, and gently soothing .

The ghostly figure of a woman appeared from the car. The way she moved gently and effortlessly sent me into a trance, I didn’t want this feeling to end…. Why?. She looked about 18, my age, and her skin was so pale, almost translucent, I wanted to touch it, I was mesmerism’s by it. Her hair was long and the most amazing color, a color that had no name, but shone like velvet in the silvery moonlight. Then, in one swift movement of her head she turned and focused her gaze on me. Her eyes pierced through my body, penetrating my mind, controlling It, controlling me. It was her.

She was the one keeping me from entering the world of sleep and dreams, unable to concentrate on anything, yet now when I saw her, I had complete peace in my heart. We stood for what seemed like an eternity, never taking our eyes of each other, allowing her to take hold of my very soul. Slowly she raised her hand and motioned screaming, screaming that this was wrong, danger, help!! , yet I was helpless to overcome the power she had over me and intrigued to step into her world, maybe then I could finally be released of all the stress and confusion of my life and be free.

As foolish as it may be, I wanted to follow her. Silently, I snuck over to my wardrobe and pulled out my Jacket and shoes. Praying that mum wouldn’t wake I moved swiftly across the top landing and down the staircase towards the kitchen. The house was cold with only the sound of the ticking clock in the hall. I somehow knew I needed to write mum a message to say where I was going, at that very moment it felt like I wasn’t coming back, but I still couldn’t control the urge to leave. My heart ached to leave her alone but I had to go.

She was waiting. It was then, close to her that I noticed her eyes, they beckoned me to sink deeper into her, and how they seemed to hold dark sinister secrets. It was hard to tell what she was feeling, yet I knew instantly this peculiar creature could tell what I was feeling. One thing was certain, this being wasn’t from this world. Slowly I opened my mouth to talk, Who are you? Why are you here… Why me……..? Before I could even finish my questions she was answering me, reading my very thoughts before I could turn them into words.

Her voice was soft and void of motion, Who and what I am mean nothing to you, if you wish to find out why we have chosen you, you, and only you alone, then you must follow me. I will not have to try as I know you want to follow me’. Her eyes were enticing, her words demanding and without even releasing it I was falling into her trap. We? What do you mean we!? How many more of these precious delicately evil beings are there, living n the darkness picking out victims!?. She placed her hand over my lips to stop me from saying anything more.

It wrapped across my face like the cold wet shiny skin of a snake, waiting to attack its prey. ‘These are all very fine questions, but I’m afraid to say that you must stay with me to discover the answers. ‘ I went with her deeper into the darkness and somewhere deep inside of me I knew this was the right thing to do. Whether or not I would regret it was a different question. She led the way into the blinding darkness, the forest creeping closer until eventually it swallowed us up, and e were alone. All around me was trees.

Everywhere I looked even the sky seemed blank without the silvery light of the moon. We had been walking for quite some time now and I could feel the icy forest floor crunch beneath my feet as if every step I took I should take with caution. For some strange reason, the girl walking in front of me was so delicate that her feet barely skimmed the ground; therefore she no sound as she walked, except the light sound of her hair brushing against her shoulders. In front of me, I could Just begin to picture a queer glow in the distance. A million efferent things were going through my head.

First I was terrified of what was going to happen once we got to the clearing, and second I had no idea if I was going to return from this vile, sinister place. We’re here’, she whispered her voice smooth and completely emotionless. The clearing was enormous; I was so surprised that I had never come across it before. I felt like I had crossed through to another world, a magical enchanted dwelling but certainly not the kind you would find in a children’s fairytale. The place was completely surrounded by tall, skeletal trees as if I was now imprisoned and there was no escape. Around it people were dancing.

They were all amazingly beautiful and looked as though they had been crafted from glass, and the way the danced was so graceful and elegant. All of a sudden every one of them stopped dead and turned to face me, perfectly synchronized. Then the stranger that had brought me here spoke. We shall now answer your questions, if that’s what you would like? ‘Of course I want to know! That’s the whole reason I came to this place! I want to know who you creatures are and why you chose me! Why you keep me from my peaceful and protected world of reams and torment me night after night!!!!

At the word creature, the whole clearing broke into an uproar. They were screeching in a high-pitched tone, the tone I had heard many times over and over again ringing in my ears, it was deafening. Then a tall female in the middle of the beings motioned for them to stop. She spoke, We are not creatures. We are angels, fallen angels, cast out from heaven and sent here, to earth. Our souls were taken away from us long ago, at a time when the two worlds were at war between each other. Our only way to survive in this world, your world, is o take the souls form those who are angry and infuriated, we call them Haters.

By taking these Haters into our midst, we can multiply and survive. They in turn will eventually develop into one of us, something that is neither living nor dead. Something without a soul, something that is beautiful on the outside but sinister, and evil on the inside. We instinctively seek out Haters, and you, my precious friend, are a Hater, and for that you belong to us and we must take you. My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn’t breath. I was suffocating. Me?. Something neither living nor dead. I ad to get out of here; something or someone had to get me out of here.

I was thinking of a hundred different solutions and but the one thing I needed. My mum. Thinking of her and what would she say when she found out I wasn’t coming home. Inside I was screaming her name, but I was making not a sound. I pictured her, her face, her touch her smell. She was fading, being erased from my conscience; I summoned all my energy to focus on her. Mum, please help me; I need you more than anything! I can’t do this alone, come and find me, please…… …. 1!!!!!!!! Suddenly I was looking into her room through the window. She was sound asleep, safe and comforted.

I knocked on the window, but there was no sound! I clenched my fist and beat the cold glass, over and over until I felt the warm surge of blood from my veins as the icy glass cut through my hands. Here I was, the thief again, but this time I could see the valuable treasure that I wanted and more than anything and wanted it! Suddenly she Jumped. I could see her scan the room till she reached the window and saw me. Where are you Jess? I can’t see you? Don’t leave me! I’m coming for you!!! Her voice was so calming I forgot how much I needed her, how much we needed each there.

Then I was back in my horrible nightmare. They were grouping together to transform me, to take my soul, ‘l hope you’re ready, one of them snarled at me, ‘It will only hurt for a minute, and then you will be one of us’, another hissed in my ear. They had won! I was never to feel the warmth and affection of true love! Had had allowed this anger and hatred that I felt towards my father to eat away at my very soul, and surrender it to these beings! I forgot about everyone else, only caring about me, wonderful selfish me! I wanted more than life itself to feel that soft touch of my

But I was sinking and falling faster and faster, nothing could save me now, nothing………… -? Something touched my hand, but it wasn’t cold like them, it didn’t hurt. It was warm, human. I screamed and turned to face mum. ‘Quick, take my hand and don’t let go! ‘ she shouted. I grabbed it and she dragged me through the darkness. All I could hear was the high pitched wailing as she moved skillfully passed the endless rows of trees. Her hands we bleeding and scratched, but all I remember was her turning and looking deep into my eyes urging me to hold on. Finally we made it to the empty street.

Everything looked exactly how it was before. The motionless trees, the silent road, the moon casting a Vail of light from heaven above. She did it, she had saved me, helped me to escape from the prison where I was dwelling, my head was spinning and I was exhausted, but I was safe. When we entered the house, I went straight up the stairs without even saying goodnight to mum. I threw myself onto the bed, fully clothed and sobbed. What had I done to deserve that horrible experience? I had put myself and my mother in danger. I had left her alone that night not knowing if I was ever to return.

The house was silent again; mum was asleep on the sofa. I could hear her snoring lightly downstairs. Everything was back to normal. I looked out of the window and all I could see was he gently sunrise of early morning and the faint chirp of the birds heralding a new day. Maybe this had all been a nightmare, Just a bad dream. As I turned to walk back to bed I caught sight of two long deep shadows on the grass, Just beyond the fence. I screwed up my eyes, what were they……. Tire marks? No….. It was Just shadows cast by the moon over the tall trees…………… .. Or was it?