Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25825682-20141219085554

The Nameless Terror

At the west Seattle asylum, in room 362C, A woman sat in a stark, white room. Across from her sat a sandy blonde young man. He sat seated upon the chair like that of a psychologist.

"Now Alexander, if anything I ask becomes too troublesome. You can stop and tell me, and we'll end this session," said Dr. Mikrof. "So, do you understand what I've just old you?"

Alexander looked at her in a calming manner for a moment. "I do," he replied.

"Then I ask that you take me back to where it all started?" she asked.

"Then I'll begin with June of 2014, which was the start of such incidents," Alexander began to tell the psychologist of those horrific events in his life, which lead him to the asylum, and this state of mind...

A boy with dark red hair was enjoying an event held for him and proclaimed, "Oh, man! Now I'm glad you convinced me to come!"

"Well I couldn't let you miss out on your B-day, party Eathan," replied Alexander, on video with Eathan.

"I can't believe its almost been a year since your death."

That morning in Alki Point, Alexander was at home on his bed. He laid there watching a year old cellphone video on his iPhone6. The video showed a surprise birthday party for Eathan, on June 24th. He sat up and stretched and took a glance out the window. Seeing the sky had an overcast he turned off the video, stood up from the bed and got himself ready for the day.

Alexander opened his bedroom door and left. His cellphone laid on the bed askance to the window, across from the open laptop. Soon a shadowy figure swept by, reflecting on the cellphone and laptops screen.

Fifteen minutes had gone by, when he finished with his shower. Now in his bedroom, Alexander stood before his dresser, having put on his blue jeans, orange T-shirt and black jacket. When he noticed his cellphone on the dresser. He quizzically looked at it as to why or how the phone was moved and he thought, "Guess mom put it there," putting the phone in his jackets pocket.

Before exiting his room he thought he saw a figure dart by him? When he glanced back all he saw was droplets of rain on the window. He paid it no mind at first, yet he took another look to make sure.

"Must've been a birds shadow or something," shrugging it off as he left his room.

Downstairs, Alexander walked down the hall and passed the kitchen archway. He paused when he felt his stomach rumble. He figured he should eat, but did not want to show up late for school. "I'll just get going," thinking, as he got ready to leave. When his cellphone rung, and he answered it.

"Yes?"

"Your up," said Rachel. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied.

"No you didn't. I know you," scolding him. "At least take them as you go." Alexander picked up the left half of the bagel, on the plate, covered in cream cheese and took a bite of the bagel as she said, "Alright I hear it. I'll let you go. I'll be home around nine."

Alexander finished the first half and reached for the other half. When he saw something out the corner of his peripheral right view. He curiously looked toward the farthest right side of the kitchen ceiling. He saw a damp spot on the ceilings corner and water coming down from it.

"Yeah, nine," he responded, curious. "Did you notice a leak in the kitchen?"

"Yes I did. Don't worry about it," she assured him. "I placed some papers on the floor under it, with a pot."

"Probably not a big deal then," figuring it was due to the heavy rain.

Suddenly the phones connection began to scramble? His line disconnected, so he text his mother to call him later. In doing so he looked carefully at the leak, as he put his phone away. He watched the leak carefully, something about it made him not want to approach it. "Leak or not I need to go," he thought, deciding to ignore the leak and left his home eating the bagel.

Outside, his home, Alexander noticed to his displeasure the rain had not let up. Alexander groaned at this aspect. He did not hate the rain, but he was at least hoping it would ease up, as he walked to school.

To him though, Alki point was any other place you have seen before. Jutting out into Puget Sound, you can make a view of the bay from Hamilton Viewpoint. Being in the western most part of Seattle, Alki beach is seen strewn along the coastline. Farther beyond you can see the octagonal lighthouse that the Viser family owns, which overshadows any tourist at a estimated 37 feet.

Alexander then saw a police car ride by along the street. He knew the brusque man in the police car as Lt. Xavier Moss, being a good friend to his father and mother. He recalled in his head what Xavier told his dad "In Alki October last `til July. Then around mid July it's dry and departs in September," when he was over their house. Alexander placed his hood up over his head, when the  police car stopped.

"Need a ride, Alex?" asked Xavier.

"Nah, I don't mind the rain. Appreciate the offer."

"You sure, it's not out of my way?" questioning why he would rather walk.

"I'm bloody sure. I actually like rain walking," he proclaimed. Xavier understood remembering he liked to do that.

Half way to the high school, Alexander made the decision to lower his hood. He figured the first person he would see on the school grounds would be Olemilia. He knew her well, as a close friend, often seeing her taking out books at the library. Being an avid reader himself he would see her nose deep in a novel. "I wonder if she's at school already," he thought, as he passed a particularly tall tree. A strange, low pitch noise then pierced into Alexanders ears!

"Ah! What the hell!" he exclaimed, barely making out what sounded like words. But, it was so erratic it sounded like murky gibberish.

Just as fast that noise came it left with the gust of wind. When car pulled up along side Alexander, while he stood there, as if paralyzed by the noise, trying to recollect his thoughts.

"Alex! Alex, what's wrong?" asked Olemilia.

Alexander, was able to recognize the familiar voice from the haunting noise ruminating in his mind, as she called out to him again, "Do you need a lift to school?"

"No, no.... I'm fine." replying to her voice.

"They said it'll downpour off and on today. You should get in," recommending him a ride.

"Okay you win," he agreed, with idea of that unearthly, wretched noise, made him want to get as far as he could from it. Once he entered her car the noises stopped ruminating.

"Do you feel all right?" she asked.

"Yeah, just light-headed was all," trying to recuperate mentally from that ear-splitting noise.

"You might want to look into seeing someone about that," suggest he see a specialist.

"I don't need anymore grief counseling," responding, almost with a sharp tongue!

"Mind if I turn on the radio?"

"No, go ahead," allowing him.

When Alexander turned up the radios volume and changed it to his favorite station, an unearthly, wretched white noise much like before, came screeching into the car! It caused Alexander to jump at the broken cacophony of words, startling him to quickly switch it off.

"What the bloody hell was that!"

She glanced over at Alexander, trying to keep her eyes on the road. She saw Alexander's chest heavily breathing fast. Alexander's stomach felt twisted into knots. To him the radio sounded like its transistors were being choked.

"Alexander you feel okay? You look ill," she asked.

"That noise, that noise was bloody awful." he claimed.

"You mean that song," she presumed, as she went and switched the radio back on, and heard a popular rock song.

"It's not so bad," Alexander began to wonder if she heard the same noise?

School was let out at 3:45, outside the rain came down in a downpour. Olemilia and Alexander quickly ran toward her car. She entered first, then Alexander was let in. As she wiped the water off her glasses, Alexander noticed someone run up toward them. By his lean frame and messed up hair Alexander knew in his head who he was. "Is that Arnold?" Arnold knocked at the window.

"Can you give me a ride home? asking with desperation. I missed the last bus."

"Can't he ask a teacher," suggested Alexander.

"Don't be like that," said Olemilia. She unlocked the door and let him in.

"Great," he replied, sarcastic.

"Thanks I appreciate this," Arnold said grateful.

Once he was inside the car she rode off. "So what will your project be on?"

"The Alki light," replied Alexander.

"You mean that old lighthouse. I didn't think it still operated," remarked Arnold, sounding snark.

"It's a popular historic icon. Plenty of people go see it," she stated.

"I guess it's something to see," considering the opportunities it provides.

At home, Alexander decided to get started on his project, he went into the kitchen, sat at the table after putting his bag down, and took his tablet out of his bag to start his project. He took notice of the plate and bagel he left on the counter earlier, was on the floor as if swept off the counter by someone? "Did I knock it off the counter leaving?" he thought. He went to clean it up, afterward he heard faucet dripping. looking over toward the old leak he saw nothing coming from it.

"Don't tell me there's another leak," annoyed he looked back over his left shoulder towards the sink. He saw the water was off, so he looked over by the stove. When he did he saw something beyond his scientific explanation. Black murky water was dripping from the wall, but in reverse? His eyes followed the waters trail to the ceiling, mystified at the phenomenon before realizing his room was over him.

Alexander ran up to his room and saw a pool of black water, ankle high. "Give me a break. How did this happen?" he thought. He carefully trudged into his room, noticing how cold and dark the water was. He couldn't see his feet so he decided to leave his room and wait downstairs. That evening his mother came home, He met her at the door.

"Hi. Did you want to order food or not tonight?" asked Rachel, coming in and going into the kitchen.

"Order out," answered Alexander, as his mother agreed. "By any chance did a pipe burst in my room?"

"No, why would it?" thinking he was joking.

"My room is flooded mom," he claimed

"Pipes don't just burst Alex." dismissing his claim.

"But..."

"Let's go see this flooded room then." wanting to dismiss his story he and his mother entered his room upstairs. Alexander was confused at the sight of it. His entire room was bare, as dry as ever, Rachel shook her head and walked out. He stood there unable to put together what he saw earlier.

On Tuesday, the following morning, Alexander was walking up to the Viser manor, he walked up onto the porch and rapped (knocked) at the door. Knowing how big the manor house was, quiet knocks would hardly be heard. Waiting there he took notice of how immaculate the yard is, even after the endless storms this month. He the felt a deathbed chill all over his body. He saw his breaths giving off fog, as he grasped himself shivering.

"Why's it so bloody cold now?" shaking at the cold breeze around him.

A wretched, murky noise was heard, he then felt an icy touch as if from a hand going through the back of his hair? Reaching for the back of his hair he felt nothing. Alexander figured it was the wind, but the whole experience left him uneasy with disturbing thoughts believing it had to be a hand in his hair.

The door eventually opened, to a woman with straight, long, raven black hair.

"Alexander! My word; you're soaked," said Igia, noticing how wet he looked.

"Hi, Mrs. Viser," greeting her

"Come in," imploring him to get out of the heavy rain. "Does your mother know you were coming over?"

"No this is an impromptu visit," he answered. "See my bike is still in the shop for a new alternator."

"Dear, if I knew you were coming over I would have picked you up," closing door behind him.

"I called, but no one answered," stating his call earlier.

"It doesn't matter. I was actually hoping you could, well, allow me to enter the lighthouse," he worried she'd say "no."

"What for?" asking him, curious at his request to see it outside the tour.

"We have this historical project assigned to us in class," explaining with clarity. "And I need private access to it."

"I see no problem with that," she replied.

"Thanks," he sighed with relief. "This will really help my research."

"But it'll have to be tomorrow afternoon," raising her left index finger. "That's when I'll be able to be there."

"Oh, that's fine by me," thinking it strange to postpone it until tomorrow. Igia showed Alexander out, she watched him leave. Then her gaze changed to suspicion as he closed the door behind him, a black mist followed behind him?

The following day on June 23rd, upon approaching a tall construct, he and Olemilia saw Mrs. Viser conversing with someone, to Alexander's dismay. He reluctantly walked up to them with her.

"Hey Alex, y-y-you made it," said Arnold, teasingly. "Sorry just messing with you."

"Hm, my ass," mumbled Alexander under his breath, ready to tell him off. Igia approached them before he could say anything.

Igia brought them to the lighthouse. Once at the main door she unlocked it and let them inside. Alexander, Olemilia and Arnold took a look around the newly based, polished oak wood flooring.

"Feel free to explore any unlocked rooms," allowing them access.

"Thanks Mrs. Viser," said Alexander.

"Yeah, thank you," said Olemilia.

The four of them spent hours in the lighthouse. Igia would show them around, explaining in magnificent detail the history of the lighthouse. Alexander took shots of what she showed them. Olemilia eagerly listened to the in depth history and Arnold went along uninterested. Evening began to set in when a downpour started outside, the four of them were in the main room. Arnold spotted a area on the floor with two hinges!

"Hm, hey. Check out this floor,"  he said. Olemilia, Alexander and Igia came over and saw what he pointed towards.

"Looks like a latch," presumed Olemilia.

"I see you found the door to the cellar." said Igia, imploring Arnold to get off it.

"You don't mind if we take a look in it, do you?" asked Alexander.

"I don't mind," she replied. "You just can't enter it right now."

"We can't?" questioned Olemilia. Igia explained that he cellar has never been opened for several years and it's cluttered with antiques from the seafaring days. There are no lights installed yet and she did not want them to get hurt.

Alexander crouched down to lift the door. It lifted right before his eyes, as though a tomb door were being revealed. The particles of centuries passed, seemed to cling and reside by his skin. All foul matter of human histories escaped his senses which intrigued his mind.

Once the door was lifted completely, the three of them gazed down into the cellar. While staring down into the cellar, it made them feel as though they were gazing down upon a unknown abyss. Filled with several forbidden secrets, hidden away by the wretched times of darkness, meant to be bound in this crypt.

Alexander took out his phone a used its flashlight so to see down there. From that angle the three of them had to lie down to see some of the cellar. They saw the cluttered antiques, but soon night began to fall. Igia had a sudden dread hidden on her face.

"It's getting late," she stated. "We need to leave before nightfall!"

Alexander and the others got up from the floor. Igia closed the lid of the cellar with haste! The others were baffled by her sudden action, but did agree it was late and dismissed the minor scene. Outside the lighthouse Alexander and Olemilia walked together, with Arnold behind them. Igia was locking down the lighthouse and then looked at it.

She turned her right ear a bit to the door. She could hear a low pitch, unearthly, wretched noise coming from the cellar inside the lighthouse? She could hear the noise as barely shouts or cries, as if from one voice!? She moved her right hand over her heart, looked down as if mourning. Then she turned away calmly and left.

"That was strange the way she reacted like that in there." stated Olemilia, suspicious

"It is getting late. She probably wants us home safely," Alexander figured. "They never caught the person who killed Eathan."

"I guess you're right," she replied, considering his view.

That evening, a shadowy figure skulked in the night, around the lighthouse! The enigmatic figure used a hairpin and small knife to break the lock, and entered inside. Once inside, the lean framed figure removed his hood and took out a cellphone. Using its flashlight to pierce into the darkness. "Leave it to an old lighthouse not to have an alarm." Arnold thought, from how easily he entered. He walked over toward the cellar door and crouched down near it.

"A treasure trove of antiques is my ticket out of Alki." imagining the value he'll obtain. Once in the cellar, he could see a lot more lied within this crypt, than what was perceived earlier.

"Man this place is loaded!" he noticed, at how much was really down there. Arnold went around examining the cellar, noticing the thick dust cover. He came across a table at the end of the room. It had a single chair pulled out from it. Arnold stopped; realizing he reached a dead end. It was then Arnold heard a leak. He aimed his cellphone around and spotted the leak, it was at the upper right corner of the ceiling. "A leak, figures," cogitating that a place this old would have some.

Arnold began picking through the antiques for the most valuable. After a while he went back to the table. Soon he spotted a cellphone at the center of the table.

"A cellphone. I guess someone else has been down here too," baffled. He tried to turn the phone on, yet nothing happened. He put the phone back down and turned away. The constant drips became louder, as he could not ignore them anymore! He became obsessed by the leak, and did not see the phone light up. His own cellphone vibrated as he saw a new message and pulled it up. A box popped up with a question asking: "Eathan suffocated?" along with two answer boxes "Yes," in the right box and "No," in the left box. Without a second thought he deleted the email.

"Well Micheal, screw off," he remarked at Micheal's poor attempt at a scare. The email was erased, but suddenly the cellar door slammed shut!

"Whoa!" dropping his phone, jumping at the noise. "What the hell was that?" He picked up his phone shaken a bit and scanned the room. He stopped the light at the cellar door.

"I can't believe my fucking luck!" cursing the lighthouse. Arnold went toward the ladder that lead up to the cellar door, and climbed up it. He reached the cellar door and struck it repeatedly.

"Oh, come on!" not believing his situation. he climbed back down the ladder, vexed. He then heard more dripping, almost like running water. He scanned the area and spotted another leak in the far left corner of the ceiling! "How did that start up?!" he wondered in his head, becoming fearful of the leaks. A call came in on his phone, as the one on the table lit up. He saw it was an unknown caller.

"Okay this isn't funny Micheal!" as he rejected it. The phone on the table lit up again, Arnold noticed this time. Curious to how it still worked he went over to it. He picked it up taking calming breaths, and saw the screen was black, with an icon at the bottom left showing it was recording.

He had a feeling of something or someone was watching him! His phone rang again, he answered this one, but then dismissed it. Then another leak formed far behind him! His heart began to beat fast, becoming fearful of the springing leaks, as if the whole cellar would flood. Soon a third call came by the unknown caller, Arnold answered in frustration.

"What do you want?" demanding an answer. No one responded on the other end. Suddenly, the call ended and another call followed after. Arnold didn't answer and let it ring out, when it did his phone rung again more than before. Arnold hesitated to accepted the call, when he did a voice spoke on the other end.

"I'm behind you now," it said, in a murky voice.

Looking into the recording his eyes became wild and frozen at what he saw in the phone!? A person with pale skin stood close to his back, as its head was looking downward? A murky white noise could be heard, but soon the screams faded and only silence remained.

A week went by and the rains cease to stop. People at the high school began to question where Arnold was and why he never came to school. At the beauty shop Ms. Degen owns, word of the disappearances circulated especially between Mrs. Dunkirk, a bridal shop owner and Ms. Weinwright, who worked at a daycare. Mr. and Mrs. Flannigan, a friendly elderly couple also talked to others about the disappearances. From the biggest bank to smallest grocer, everyone in Alki was caught up on the gossip. They could only agree on one thing, that Kaitlin and Blisters disappearance was a mystery.

Alexander was riding home on his motorcycle, having picked it up a day ago. He knew of the gossip going around about Mrs. Kirklund, as well as Kaitlin, but none concerned him, not even Arnold. He pulled into his garage and parked off to the left. When he got off his bike and removed his helmet, his phone rang. It was Olemilia calling, telling him how the dog Blister came back, but he was blinded.

He thought that odd then they said their goodbyes and hung up. Alexander then heard a low pitch white noise in his phone. He paid it no mind assuming it was scrambling. A shadow suddenly moved out the corner of his eye! He felt as if this figure stood right up to his back. He could almost feel an icy, cold, murky breath brush up the back of his neck!

Alexander quickly looked over his left shoulder and saw nothing there. All he saw was the torrential rain outside the garage. He tried to ignore his feeling of being watched, as he went to put away his helmet. When he did, he accidentally dropped his phone.

So naturally he bent down forward to grab it. As he was bent over he felt the presence again! Alexander picked up his phone, then heard the sound of slight shuffling behind him. He jumped up and looked behind him to see who or what it was. Alexander relaxed when he saw who it was.

"Man, you're jumpy," said Kristian.

"You should really cut loose and get a girl," suggested Micheal.

"What is it?" asked Alexander, ignoring Micheal.

"You seen Arnold around by chance? asked Kristian. "He was supposed to be at practice this week."

"Last I saw him was at the lighthouse a week ago." answered Alexander.

"Huh, well thanks anyhow," he replied, wondering why Arnold would even be at the lighthouse.

Inside Alexander's house, he sat in the kitchen and was watching the video of him and Eathan again. "I wonder if the person who killed you, took that girl?" he thought remembering his days with Eathan.

Alexander stopped the video and looked over his pictures of the lighthouse on his cellphone. He skimmed through a majority when he spotted an out of focus one that seemed to show a fuzzy image of human figure in the main room?

"Sigh, now I need another one." he said, at his misfortune. He called Mrs. Viser and she agreed to let him go back to the lighthouse. She also suggested he call Olemilia, believing she'd like another visit.

Later on that day, Alexander was in the shower as it began to run. He started to clean his hair and closed his eyes. While keeping his head down, he felt suddenly warm. He flipped his hair back to throw off most of the water. He then opened his eyes and saw red splattered droplets on the ceiling?

Alexander hesitantly reached for his hair with his left hand. After he felt around his hair, he looked into his left hand palm and saw it stained blood red! Alexander began to panic at this sight and felt around his head for any wound. He felt and felt his head, but had no wound.

"Where's this blood coming from?" he exclaimed. He then saw the water on the tub floor mixed with blood? Not wanting to look, but had to to see if he was hurt. He soon found his torso and hands stained with blood! Alexander stared wild eyed at this horrific scene, shaking. Suddenly at Alexander's feet, he saw the bloodied corpse of Arnold, in the water!

"Ah!" screaming and fumbling out of the shower. He then tripped and fell to the floor, grabbing the shower curtain to catch his fall; but ripped it down instead. He got up on his hands and knees, and stumbled to his feet running out of the bathroom his heart racing, toward the safety of his bedroom as fast as he could. Naked and wet, he went into his bedroom and locked the door behind him and stood back against the door, catching his breath!

He did not realize he left his clothes and towel in there. Normally he'd never dream of leaving the bathroom, nude, and running down the hall. But, the intense drive to escape made him lose all rational thought. He avoided the bathroom as much as he could that night.

That night, Alexander was in a black room. The room leaked water from three ends of the ceiling. Arnold stood at the end of the room, in front of a table holding a cellphone. Alexander began to walk on the wet floor, bare foot, coming toward him.

In the phones reflection Arnold could see Alexander approach him from behind, head lowered. Before he could react, Alexander slit his throat with a jagged knife and repeated to stab him more and more, crushing bone! Arnold fell to the floor dead, as Alexander stood there covered in blood!

"Aha!" yelled Alexander, waking up in his bed. He had broken into a light sweat. He slowly calmed his breathing down to relax himself, "Is... Is that what happened to Arnold?" He had trouble going back to sleep that night.

On Saturday, Alexander and Olemilia went back to the lighthouse. Alexander had a air of stress and fatigue about him. She noticed this and thought it best to accompany him this second time.

"You did hear the police found Arnold dead inside the lighthouse cellar?" she asked.

"Kinda," replying with his mind elsewhere.

"They questioned Mrs. Viser, but couldn't place her there. Plus the hand prints on Arnold didn't match hers." explaining the investigation reported on the news days before.

"How was he killed?" having some idea.

"From what I heard his throat was cut and his body was stabbed several times, most of his bones were shattered," she replied. "Or they're exaggerating it."

"They're still investigating Mrs. Viser?" he inquired.

"No, she had an alibi. Her and Kristian were over Micheal's house," proclaiming they're innocence. Once at the lighthouse, they were let inside by Igia, a strong smell assaulted their olfactories! The smell was so strong, like rotten seaweed and sulfur, that Oemilia and Alexander had covered their noses.

"Ugh! What's that smell?" said Alexander, taken back by it.

"It smells horrible!" said Olemilia.

"I'm sorry, but didn't I mention the workers struck an old sewage pipe," explained Igia. "Here, these medical mask will help until you get your picture."

Alexander and Olemilia put on the medical masks like Igia. The smell was filtered a bit to allow a couple minutes of research. Alexander took a picture of the main room with his cellphone, and an extra just in case.

Olemilia petitioned Igia to see the cellar. She whole-heartily agreed to the request now and unlocked the cellar.

"I lock it now since it was broken into last week," implying to the new locks on it now. Alexander and Olemilia started to climb down into it.

"There's a temporary light source installed down there," said Igia. "The switch should be near you." Olemilia spotted the switch when they got down there, and pulled it. Once down there, and seeing the stark, earthy cellar and all its faculties. They were engulfed in a new subterranean world filled with human history. It made them want to explore it more, but time was not a luxury.

While looking around all they could in a small amount of time, allowed by the penetrating odor. Her eyes set upon a new cloth at the far end of the room. She went over to this tarp covering the table against the wall.

Alexander came back over by the ladder. He looked toward his right when a sudden headache emerged? Images flashed rapidly before his eyes of him slaying Arnold. Standing in a black room over his dead body, with a bloodied, jagged knife in his left hand! Alexander came out of the vision breathing heavy. He leaned on the ladder by his left arm feeling he was going to pass out any minute now.

Olemilia carefully lifted up the tarp over the table, and saw a cellphone at its center.She did not understand why such a new thing would be left in such an odd place? Her first thought was to leave it, but whether it was curiosity or intellectual indulges she did not know. She banked on intellectual indulges and put the phone in her purse.

She looked back at Alexander and saw him leaned on the ladder looking exhausted.

"Alex!" she cried. She came over to him fast. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he responded gasping for air.

"You sure. You don't look-"

"Lets just go, quickly,"pleading to her. Once they were out, Igia locked its door. Alexander sat there catching his breath. He could not understand what did that to him. It was as if when he saw those spots on the ladder, he was pulled back in time.

"Let's get you both out of here." said Igia, concerned for Alexander. All three of them left the lighthouse.

That night in Micheal's home, Micheal was playing the new Call of Duty game on his Xbox, while online with others. He had a headset on to communicate with his team.

"I got this one," said Micheal, arrogantly. He was about to shoot down a enemy player, when a message came in at the bottom of the screen. The message indicated he had a new message sent to him by 999999. Then his system disconnected from Xbox live.

"Huh? Oh, seriously!" annoyed he removed his headset and was going to test his connection, when he recalled a message being sent to him by a 999999 person. Micheal knew no one by the username 999999, but decided to see this message anyway.

"Let's see who this ass hat is." still vexed at his disconnection.

He went to the inbox and found the message at the top. It struck him as odd the message had no heading. He opened the message an saw it was a question asking: "Eathan suffocated?" which surprised Micheal, as if he never expected this asked. Instead of closing it out, he selected "No," on the question. Then for no reason the message all out deleted from the inbox.

"What was that about?" confused. He put the whole thing out of his head and went to test his connection. He sat back with one hand behind his head, as the system connected. Then decided to go to Facebook instead. On Facebook he saw his status normal, except for his picture. The picture on his Facebook was gone, which baffled him. All the while as his Xbox connection got to the last stage, his system and router shut down completely! Micheal looked away from his phone and looked dumbfounded at the T.V screen.

"Ah, the router must've crashed," using motion sensor to try and turn the system back on. To his surprise the router came back on with the system. When it loaded to the avatar select screen, the whole screen gradually became filled with the message he was previously asked.

"Okay this is getting stupid," deciding to turn the system off, but as he did nothing responded, just the light going around on the system? Fed up, he decided to turn the T.V. off. He tried with the remote, but nothing happened. So he went to unplug it, which made it and the system shut off. Having enough of that experience, Micheal decided to lie down on his bed and talk to Christi on Facebook. Before he could send her a message, his phone rung.

It was an unknown number listed on the screen. He decided to reject the call, but soon after a voice mail came in. Micheal checked the new voice mail and listened to it. He could not understand the words the voice spoke as it seemed scrambled?

"What the hell is this?" trying to stop the voice message. Soon the message paused and changed to a new one. The sound heard was that of low whimpering noises, like muffled pleadings of "no," while the sound of chains rattled. Shaking from the sounds, he could not take the eerie message anymore. The last sound heard was that of fabric ripping, before he removed the phones battery, shutting it down. He tossed his phone to the beds edge, and sat there feeling like he was going to vomit.

It was now mid July and the torrential rains ceased, then started back up, sporadically. Citizens noticed the disappearances were now lesser, but the deaths increased. Some were seen as suicide, while others were labeled a death that appeared as a drowning or crushed bone structure. Even at the high school the students and faculty were on edge.

At the high school in the gymnasium, Students were preparing for a play. Kristian and Devin were opening the curtains when the sand bag fell hitting the stage. Kristian saw the rope for it was snapped apart. All of a sudden the body of Michael fell from the rafters, hanging by the same rope!

Students were in shock or dumbfounded at the scene, while others giggled from nervousness, or fainted. Olemilia and Christi were among the onlookers, seeing in horror a fellow student hang there. Olemilia was petrified as Christi was hysterical.

"Micheal!" she screamed, her words caught in her throat. Kristian overwhelmed tried to comfort her as Olemilia called 911. Alexander walking by saw and heard the commotion inside, but ignored it seeing how much uproar it was. As he walked past the window though, he could hear dripping and a murky white noise?

He stopped thinking it was ambulance sirens and saw a pale, murky face in the window out the corner of his eye! When he looked at the window his reflection only remained. Befuddled and unnerved at the experience, he walked faster to the doors, believing whatever was in or beyond that window was close behind him following.

Three days passed and the rain showers still fell infrequently. There was a rumor though, circulating about a call, among the citizens. People endlessly flooded the police stations with more foolish talk of the rumors, as well as more disappearances and deaths. Alexander was also on-edge at the inexplicable events, especially in his life.

Olemilia came over on Sunday, to talk with him about whats been going on. They talked about the rumors around town that the citizens believe the deaths were caused by the old killer. Olemilia also talked about how people believe it to be a scheme the Alki police came up with, seeing as how they were doing nothing to stop the spree of deaths or disappearances. She then talked to him about the suicide in the gymnasium and that the person was Micheal. Pausing in the conversation, she reached into her purse taking out the cellphone from the lighthouse.

"Alex, there's something I've been meaning to show you," said Olemilia.

"You wanted to show me a cellphone?" he questioned, thinking it trivial.

"I found it the second time we went to the lighthouse," claiming her find.

"I never saw it there before," he responded, skeptical.

"It was under a tarp in the cellar. I saw it when you were about to faint," explaining. "It won't turn on though."

"Did you try charging it?" questioning her.

"I tried for several days, but no charger fits into it, none," she implied. "I even went to the store that sells it and they can't fit a charger for it either."

Alexander looked at it carefully and saw no difference from his and said, "I guess I could go to the lighthouse to see if the chargers there."

"Thanks," she expressed, grateful for his help. "By the way I heard Micheal's girlfriend Christi mention the emails," as she spoke in confidence. "Apparently her father who's a police officer, said to her mother that the police found that email on the computers of all the people who vanished or died."

"Really?" he inquired, intrigued at the prospect of it being true.

That evening, around 3:33 A.M, Alexander stood upon the stage with a diabolical smirk. Before him dangled Micheal's body from the rafters, hanging by a rope as he held the snapped off end in his left hand.

Suddenly, Alexander awoke in his parents bedroom, as they lay asleep. He stood over their bodies on the bed holding a wire! Alexander was taken back by this and dropped the wire. The sound of his startled reaction awoke his parents.

"Alexander, what time is it?" asked Rachel.

"Too early to be up," said Johnathan, still drowsy.

"S-Sorry to wake you," apologized Alexander. "Goodnight."

He left their bedroom, Rachel was confused, but soon went back to sleep. Alexander went back to his bed, secluding himself inside. "Was I trying to- no, no of course not." he cogitated, trying to convince himself he would never hurt his parents. He tried to go back to sleep that night, but had difficulty, so he'd stay awake until his parents woke up.

The next morning, Alexander's parents had gone to work as he hoped. He slept in most of the day, waking up in the afternoon and got ready for the day. He sat down at his desk to send an email to Igia asking to enter the lighthouse, when knocks came at the front door. He went downstairs and saw it was Kristian.

"Hey you ready to go to the lighthouse yet?" he asked. "My mom's. been away this week, but I already unlocked it for us."

"Yeah, just let me get my phone," replying to his question.

"By the way, there's something I need to know," he stated. "Have you received an email in the past couple of days? You or your mother?"

"Doesn't everyone." replied Kristian, shrugging it off.

"I mean any strange ones, around Micheal's death," restating it clearer.

"What's this email thing about?" inquired Kristian.

"I don't know exactly, but a supposed email was sent out to people, and some of those people disappeared or died," explaining his theory. "And it seemed to have stopped when Micheal died." not realizing it sounded like he accused Micheal of the deaths.

"So you assumed Micheal did those murders." responded Kristian.

"I didn't say that," protesting Kristian's assumption. "It's just odd that the deaths along with the disappearance...

"I know you didn't like him or Arnold, but I doubt he would have anything to do with these occurrences!" arguing back.

"Then what about Arnold?" shouting back. "He didn't really give a damn when Arnold disappeared!"

"Alex!"

Kristian socked Alexander across his right jaw, knocking him down. "You hate gossipers, but your the worst! Accusing others without any proof!"

Alexander sat up and licked the blood smear off the right corner of his lip almost with the delight of masochism and said,

"Hm, you know I don't care that they were both murdered. In fact I'm glad they were. Whatever happened to them they deserved!" with malevolence on his face.

Kristian was really disturbed by Alexander's change of character noticing a black mist around him? He sounded almost insane, with a deep, malevolent expression. "Murdered," he realized in his head what Alexander said. Alexander got up, Kristian now saw his pleasant face, though vexed at being punched, as the mist dispersed. Kristian did not say anything, he just left Alexander's house, with urgency in his stride. Alexander closed the door, trying to fathom what just occurred.

"Why on earth did I say that?" Alexander felt he was slowly losing his grip on reality. From the visions, to the nightmares, to the white noise and now saying things he did not mean. "I can't keep doing this," he thought. he decided to himself,

"Tonight I'll get the charger. My parents won't be home until morning anyhow," so to avoid anyone seeing him enter, in case they perceived him as a burglar.

Around midnight, Alexander silently made his way up to the lighthouses front door. He was fortunate that Kristian's words were true that the door was still unlocked. Entering the dark lighthouse, the bad odor from the last visit was stronger. Alexander covered his nose with his left hand, and activated the flashlight on his phone.

Surveying the lighthouse for any kind of cellphone charger, he looked around the main floor, since the cellar door was locked, but still found nothing. "This is the only area left to check," he thought, as he went up the creaking stairs.

Half way up, his left leg fell through one of the stairs! He struggled to get loose, but it felt as if someone was grasping his ankle, trying to pull him down toward it! He managed to get his leg free from the broken stair, yet the experience left him a bit shaken. Alexander did not notice the black, murky, faded hand print on his bottom left pants leg!?

At the top of the stairs, he sensed against his will, that the horrific odor was stronger upstairs than anywhere else!

"Ugh! What the bloody hell is that," he said, feeling the contents of his meal about to expectorate. "That's too bad to be backed up sewage." The odor worsened, which made him back into the doorway, where the smell permeated even stronger! He turned and saw the old English, alcove door. He reached for the handle and quickly opened it to escape the lingering smell.

Inside the room where there was emptiness, aside from the candles on the floor aligned in a circle (about 1547.187m squared), at the center of the room. Alexander stepped carefully into this arcane room. He stepped into the candle circle and felt a weaker density. Here the smell was at its worst. It was so bad he had to leave the room before he vomited.

"I have to see what's causing that smell," he said, bracing himself to go back inside. Alexander noticed how much colder this room was from the rest. He knocked on the floors surface and felt a hollow part. Realizing it was probably a false floor built during early construction. He carefully removed the false floor and laid it aside. He looked in the opening and to his horror saw a preserved, decaying body of what barely looked like a teenage boy!

He let out a horrific scream falling backward on his rear. Now knowing the source of the bad smell, he stumbled back up onto his feet and turned to escape the horror. Upon his surprise he ran into Igia, who stood at the top of the staircase.

"Mrs. Viser there's, a body in there!" he said, stuttering on his words.

"I'm aware of that Alexander." admitting to the fact.

"You knew!?" not understanding why she left it there.

"Its been there for some time," she stated. "That's my son, Eathan."

"You stole his body from the grave!" appalled at the idea.

"It's not what you think. I had to take his body," she claimed. "To put an end to it all," Alexander then realized a disturbing reality.

"You were the one causing all the disappearances and deaths!" accusing her.

"It seems you know too much," she said with remorse. Igia unveiled a sharp kitchen knife from her coats inner pocket! "I never wanted it to end up like this," showing the weapon, "but you stuck your nose in something you can't understand."

"You don't really want to kill me!?" he replied, afraid of her answer.

"It'll be over with soon." Alexander knew the only way out was a break for the stairs and out a window. He tried for the stairs, however Igia prevented him. They got into a brief scuffle, which put the knife pointing at him! This gave him a chance to disarm her, but in doing so got a small cut on the side of his face! He retreated back and went toward a bedroom. Inside the bedroom he locked the door and went toward the window. Before he tried to open it, he noticed it locked with bars!

"Damn it!" he could then hear keys opening the door! Soon, she opened the door and entered. She examined the room carefully and came to the closet door. She figured he'd hide in there, Alexander watched her reach for the door.

Alexander covered his mouth, to muffle his breaths so she would not hear. His heart beat faster, as Igia opened the door with her knife raised, ready to stab him! After seeing no one inside she then paused in confusion, thinking to herself, "What? This can't be?" Alexander crawled out from under the bed.

Igia heard this and realized where he was. "The bed!" she thought. Before she could react, Alexander lunged at her, shoving her in the closet! He ran out of the bedroom and hurried downstairs.

He approached the front door and tried to open it. But, realized it was locked, more than likely by Igia. He looked for another exit, however with the doors locked and bars on the windows, his hope for escape looked grim. Feeling trapped in a cage, he could suddenly hear the rattling of the cellar door behind him?! He could hear footsteps upstairs and knew she was coming!

He looked around desperately in the main room, kitchen and back rooms. Nowhere could lead him to salvation. It was then he passed by the alcove to the tower. He went over to see if he could access it, thinking there was no other way. The way in was blocked by a newly installed chain. Alexander could make out footsteps getting closer, from the vibrating cellar door!

Then the cellar door burst open! Blasting the lock and door upward, as though a massive, unseen force did it? Ignoring the event, he climbed over the chains and raced up the lighthouse steps. He eventually reached the summit and caught himself at the guard-rail.

Soon Igia arrived up there and said, "Stop making this difficult!"

"Yeah, like I really want to be killed!" he protested, cautiously avoiding her. He and Igia circled around the overlook. Alexander did not notice the clutter of old loose wires on the floor behind him. He ended up tripping backward over them, accidentally ripping some out. He crawled back on his hands and feet, as she came closer to him! When the sparks from the ripped wires started a small fire, just behind her!

Igia smelled the smoke behind her. She turned and was shocked to see a fire growing from the old wires! Alexander finding no other escape, took the opportunity he had and climbed onto the guard-rail. Igia looked behind her and saw Alexander jump over the edge!

"Alexander!" she cried. Becoming worried she ran back down the lighthouse. Alexander braced himself as he landed on the ground, he lost his balance, feeling his ankles being stunned from the landing. He fell to the ground and hit his head on a rock! Back inside, Igia was on the main floor, she unlocked the door and attempted to open it, but could not! The rubber bumpers underneath the door were melted and would barely open!

Outside the lighthouse, Alexander had stumbled to his feet and was walking away, trying to get feeling back to his ankles. A concerned neighbor who lived nearby in view of the lighthouse, heard the noises outside and went to see the cause. He saw the lighthouse was almost completely covered in flames! He could not see Alexander in the darkness. The neighbor called 911 on his cellphone.

Within minutes the Alki fire department arrived at the lighthouse and found it nearly engulfed in flames! It would take nearly the whole night to put out the raging inferno.

Alexander made it home at 4 A.M, he did not care to change clothes. He just went up to his room. However after the lighthouse fire, Alexander carried within his thoughts and feelings, an ominous presence of darkness, upon him. As if something came out of that cellar, to become a part of his existence now.

Alexander had washed his face, turned off the faucet and went to his room. Unbeknownst to him black water started to drip from the faucet? As he lied down on his bed and closed his eyes, a murky, phantasmal being lied beside him and came over him! Opening its mouth letting out a murky white noise saying, "Never sleep..." 