13 Days
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When I was younger I realized that there was more to the world than just things we can see. There are things out there that can not be explained. Most people give them names like ghosts, spirits, demons, ghouls, and monsters. It helps to give them titles. It brings us a step closer to resolution, but it also teaches us to be afraid. It worked for me. I’m still afraid, but for a different reason than you might think. I’ve seen what is out there and most of it is worse than you can possibly imagine. The only advisory I can offer anyone reading these ramblings is to be careful with regards to which path you choose. The afterlife is not what you think, or maybe it is. I guess it just depends on who you are. I thought I was a good person, but I was wrong. I had to find out the hard way. The other side lied to me and they’ll probably lie to you as well.
I was not always this way. I take that back. I don’t want to start it that way. I’m sorry; I do that a lot. I start and stop and go all over the place. Most people have no idea what I’m talking about, but I’ll try to focus this time. When I was younger, I had a simple life. I came from a good home with a good mother and father. That sounds much better. I like the way this one is starting. Their love was more than any child could ever wish for. I appreciated and respected them in every way possible. None of this was their fault. I had every chance to reconsider. I did not ask to be born this way. I did not ask for this gift. My parents never understood, but it wasn’t their fault. They tried to understand, but their desires outweighed their potential. Not everyone has the ability to see.
I was sad when I left them, but it was for the best. I had to do this on my own. It was a journey that would most likely lead me to darkness, but the path was so nicely paved. I just couldn’t resist. I apologize if this story ends up in a different place then you thought it would. It’s not your fault. Perhaps, your desires are not strong enough to see your way to the end. Don’t be ashamed. It’s okay to be weak. I have allowed a lot of weak people to live. If I had the choice again I would have chosen to stay home with my family, but then I would have never seen what is out there. I would have never seen all of those graves. I would have never felt all of that pain. You get used to the pain, but the screaming still keeps you up at night. Sometimes the people you meet are nice and sometimes they’re not. Just make sure the other side doesn’t find its way into your heart. They will never let you go once they get a hold of you.
Religion is a nice thing. It used to help me sleep at night too. I miss those days. Peace and serenity are luxuries to me now. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on the others. I was only six years old, but they didn’t bother me back then. I don’t think they realized that I could see them. When I was eight they came for me, but I was able to get away. Most of them are not very smart and are easy to lose. Except for that one time, but that story I’ll save for later.
I’m in my late twenties now and they have been chasing me ever since. I’m just having a little fun with them. Eventually, I’ll let them catch me, but not until I’m done. There are still a lot of unresolved things that I have to resolve. I know that sounds cliché and I apologize. I just couldn’t think of another way to say what I wanted to say, and now that I think about it, I’m starting to wonder if I spelled cliché correctly. I’m not much of a speller and probably should not be the one writing all this. I’ll try and keep the errors to a minimum. I know that I’m rambling again and I promise that I’m really trying to focus. The last time I saw my parents was so long ago. I can barely remember their faces anymore. It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I miss them so much. I just wish they were dead. It would be a lot easier for me. At least, I’d be able to talk to them again.
It’s hard being dead. People don’t treat you the same way as they do when you’re alive. People that are alive have no imagination and are so boring. They don’t have my gift of sight. I paid for my gift with my life, but I would never go back to being one of the mortals. I wanted to kill my parents next, so that we could be together again, but I still have a lot of people on my list. I don’t want you to think that I’m some kind of homicidal maniac, because I’m not. It’s just that some people deserve to die. That’s why I decided to write all of this. I want people to understand my motives. The first kill was for him. The Others want him and will stop at nothing to get him, and as long as he remains alive, they will continue to chase me. When the lights dim and the darkness begins to slowly pollute the walls of your mind, don’t be afraid because you are not alone. There is always something there watching you.
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About the Book
Sometimes revenge is carried out beyond the grave. It was not his original plan, but William Grace did just that. He was betrayed by the one that he loved and now wants payback, not just for him but for all of humanity. Two men, John Savior and Colonel Justice, are searching for a serial killer that never leaves behind a clue and that nobody has ever seen. The killer is ghostlike and the murders are gruesome. The twist resides in the sanity of the men chasing the killer. One of them has a troubled past and the other has a more devious secret. In this tainted tale, nightmares become doorways to possible realities and each reality has its own set of rules.
About the Author
Raven W. Night was born in River Falls, Wisconsin but now resides in Irvine, California. His mother died when he was only three years old from congenital heart failure. He was raised solely by his father who worked part time as a mortician. He spent most of his early youth with his father at work as they could not afford proper childcare. Most of his motivation and his writing style came from those youthful experiences. He graduated from college majoring in Biology, but writing has always been his passion.