Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25825682-20141214014003

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," replied Alexander.

"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 that day."

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. Alexander sat up and stretched. He took a glance out the window. Where he saw the sky had an overcast and it began to rain. He turned off the video, stood up from the bed and got himself ready for the day. Alexander opened up his bedroom door and left. His cellphone laid on the bed askance to the window, across from the open laptop. A shadowy figure swept by the window, reflecting on the cellphone and laptops screen.

Fifteen minutes had gone by, when Alexander finished with his shower. Now in his bedroom, he saw his bed already made, but his laptop was still on the desk. 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, but soon put any inexplicable thoughts out of his head. As to why or how the phone was moved he thought, "Guess mom put it there," as he was putting his cellphone in his jacket pocket, grabbing his schoolbag and walking away. Before exiting his room he thought he saw a figure outside his window. 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 bird or something." he said, as he shrugged it off and left his room.

Downstairs, Alexander walked down the hall and passed the kitchen archway. He paused when he felt his stomach rumble. "Oh, yeah breakfast," he remembered in his head, feeling silly for nearly forgetting. 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," responding.

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

"Yeah, I did," he replied.

"No you didn't. I know you." she said, 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 did, he saw something out the corner of his peripheral right view. Alexander 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," he replied, figuring it was due to rain.

"Sorry dear, I can't hear, your phone, scrambling." stated Rachel. I'll call you later, bye." said Rachel.

"Okay, bye," as he looked carefully at the leak, as he put his phone away.

He put the other bagel half to his mouth, as he held it between his teeth. All the while watching the leak, 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 and farther beyond you can see the octagonal lighthouse that the Viser family owns. If not, then the salt watery air of Alki beach will pull people into its iconic lighthouse. 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.

Alexander usually does not mind being called Alex, as long as it was as close friend. "Nah, I don't mind the rain. Appreciate the offer."

"You sure, it's not out of my way?" questioned Xavier.

"I'm bloody sure. I actually like rain walking," he proclaimed.

Xavier gave him a understanding nod and rode off, Alexander went the other way. Today he wanted to feel the cold sensation of rain.

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 Olemilia Frachon well, as a close friend. He would often see her returning or taking out books at the library, being an avid reader himself. Or, he would see her nose deep in a novel. Alexander could not help but admit how comfortable he felt around her. "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," he replied.

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

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

"I saw Kristian the other day," she said, changing topic.

"Really?" giving a questioning look.

"He came over to return an old notebook he borrowed," she claimed. "That surprised me since it was out of the blue."

"Since we haven't seen him in a year," he said, coining in.

"We did talk of Eathan a bit," she claimed.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?" he asked.

"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!"

Olemilia 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," asked Olemilia.

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

"You mean that song." when 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 Olemilia 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," said Alexander, sarcastic.

"Thanks I appreciate this," he replied.

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

"The Alki light," replied Alexander.

"You mean that old lighthouse. I didn't think it still operated." said 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 presents.

At Alexanders home, Olemilia having dropped Arnold off, now she dropped off Alexander. After Alexander got out the car, he closed the door behind him.

"So you taking a tour of the lighthouse?"

"No, I'll ask Mrs. Viser if I could enter it alone," he stated.

"If she does let me know. I'd love to see it unrestricted," after that, they said their goodbyes.

Alexander walked up to his house. He unlocked the front door to go inside. Yet, before entering he heard a rustling noise in the bushes near his home. The sounds were too loud for a small animal. "Must be a dog," he thought, shrugging it off. Once inside his house, he quickly locked the door behind him by premise or a fear, he could not say. 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. So he could skim through for geographical data on the lighthouse. When he heard a noise, a noise like that of a faucet dripping. He looked over toward the old leak and saw nothing coming from it.

"Don't tell me there's another leak," annoyed at the supposed fantastic infrastructure of his house.

Alexander 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. A patch of glowing, pearly liquid, in between the cabinet and stove was going up the wall like water! "What, is it?" he thought. "I've read about it, but never it growing up a wall," becoming cautious of the algae. Not knowing if this was new algae or a dangerous, toxic form of it. Not taking any chances he went upstairs to his room. He sat down at his desk and turned on his laptop bringing up Google Chrome and instantly opened up called Etan.net.

Etan.net was a website the high school made for a way that the faculty could send assignments to and contact the student body with. It also had a free search engine to look up information on Alki, plus countless other sites. Alexander did not know the websites creator, but has a position to help support it. He and Olemilia volunteered to assist for more credit. Alexander mostly ignored the email section, since some students and suspected teachers use it for gossip. Yet, the email section did yield a feature for students in need of ideas or suggestions. It ran as a random word generator algorithm, that gave responses in form of emails.

Alexander hardly used it, unless it were he or Olemilia answering emails that day, when the site needed repairs or upgrades, which made the generator inoperable at those times. He checked all the comments and facts on the mystery algae, but none lead to a definitive result. When his mother came home, he came down to meet her.

"Hi.Did you want to order food or not?" asked Rachel.

"Order out," answered Alexander, as his mother agreed. He soon noticed that the algae there on the wall earlier was gone?

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 Viser house was, quite knocks would hardly be heard. He waited some seconds and took notice of how immaculate the yard is, even after the endless storms this month. 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," greeted Alexander.

"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.

"Oh, sorry. you did? I turned my phone off last night you see dear," she said apologetic.

"That's fine but, I was 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.

"I have a favor to ask. If you see Kristian tell him I have something of his and to call me or come home," she requested.

"Um, sure I guess," he replied, confused.

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 Olemilia.

"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?" asking igia, curious about the contents down there.

"The cellar has never been opened for a number of years. It's full of antiques and documents from the seafaring days," she explained. "The light fixtures were never put in. I don't want any of you to get exposed."

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, Olemilia and Arnold gazed down into the cellar, along with Alexander. 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.

"I can hardly see a thing," claimed Olemilia.

"Mrs. Viser wasn't kidding," said Arnold, hand trembling a little.

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 some antiques as Igia said, 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, Olemilia and Arnold got up from the floor. Igia closed the lid of the cellar with haste! The others were mystified 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.

"That was incredible!" said Olemilia. "I've been on the tours, but what Mrs, Viser told I never knew."

"Yeah and these pictures I took will help my project greatly," claimed Alexander.

"So, what did you think of it?" she asked.

"It's okay." answered Arnold.

Igia locked 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, similar to what Alexander heard on the car radio. 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 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 on things. He explored the confines, sometimes nearly tripping over unseen objects.

"Damn, Mrs. Viser was right about it being pitch black!"

Eventually, 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 at when it was left there.

Arnold tried to turn the phone on, yet nothing happened. He put the phone back down and turned away from it. Those constant drips became louder, as he could not ignore them anymore! He became obsessed by the leak, where he did not see the phone light up. His own cellphone vibrated. 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.

Suddenly he 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, puzzled by the leaks. Then a call came in on his phone, as the one on the table lit up. He saw it was a unknown.

"Okay this isn't funny Micheal!" as he rejected it.

Then 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 and saw the screen was black, with an icon at the bottom left showing it was recording. Arnold felt something or someone was watching him! His breathing became heavy and sporadic, as his chest tightened, then another leak formed far behind him! Arnold eyes looked into the recording phone. His eyes became wild and frozen at what he saw in the phone!? A person with murky, pale skin stood close to his back, as its head was looking downward? A loud yell pierced through the cellar, but soon 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 Ms. Degen who owns the beauty shop, word of the disappearances circulated. Especially between Mrs. Dunkirk, and bridal shop owner  Ms. Weinwright, who worked at a daycare. Mr. and Mrs. Flannigan, a friendly elderly couple also talked to a 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. Though 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. She told him how the dog Blister came back, but he was blinded. He thought that odd then they said their goodbyes and ended the call. 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.

"See you around." waved Kristian.

"Right, see you." replied Alexander.

"Later, mate." said Micheal.

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. So 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 stood under it washing himself. As he started to clean his hair, he 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, desperate for a answer.

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!" he screamed, as his heart beat fast.

Alexander fumbled out of the shower, tripping and falling to the floor! He grabbed the shower curtain to catch his fall and ripped it down. Alexander got up on his hands and knees, and stumbled to his feet. He ran out of the bathroom 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. He stood with his 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. 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 he 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 questioned. He had trouble going back to sleep that night. He was beginning to question what was going on in his life.

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

"You doing okay?" worried about him.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm doing good." answering, uncomfortable about telling her why.

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

"Kinda," he replied, 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?" he asked, having some idea.

"From what I heard his throat was cut and his body was thrown around so badly down there, 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. she petitioned Igia to grant them access to the cellar. Igia had no suspicion on their motives since they are interns to the historical society.

"Just let me unlock the cellar door. And be careful of the clutter, I've yet to get it move," as she went to unlock the cellar. "I lock it now, because someone broke into it a week ago."

"We understand, no rush," she and Alexander climbed down the ladder once the cellar door was opened. They used their cellphones to see their way down there.

"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 of recorded history. Taking in all its antiquities and equipment used by the seafarers or tradesmen of that time. 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 at it, and saw faded red, small stains on it. Images flashed rapidly before his eyes of him slaying Arnold. He then had a vision of 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. 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 asked, "Ready to go?" She saw Alexander 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.

Olemilia and Alexander climbed out of the cellar. 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 at the inconvenience.

Micheal 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.

Micheal sat back with one hand behind his head, as the system connected. Then decided to go to his 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?

Finally fed up, Micheal 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, but it would not stop at all!

He tried to shut off his phone, and again nothing happened. 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. Micheal was shaking at the sounds, as no matter what he did it just kept playing! He could not take the eerie message anymore, the last sound heard was that of fabric ripping, before he removed the phones battery, which shut down the phone for good. He tossed his phone to the beds edge, and sat there shaking! He felt like he was going to vomit.

It was now mid July and the torrential rains ceased, but for some reason the rains started back up, sporadically. Within this time more incidents occurred, the disappearances were lesser, as the deaths increased. Some were seen as suicide, while others were labeled a death that appeared as a drowning or crushed bone structure, according to the autopsies by the coroners. Even at the high school the students and faculties were on edge.

Alexander finished his project, and ended up receiving the highest grade. While leaving his classroom, he saw Micheal. Who sat on the floor, with his back to the locker. He barely recognized him, now that he wore all black and changed his hair to red. Alexander approached him to get a better look.

"Micheal?" asked Alexander. "What's with the goth look?"

"There's nothing to live for," said Micheal. 'We all deserve to die. Even you, Alexander, even me."

"Um, you're not gonna do anything strange are you?" he asked, cautiously.

"You'll soon be where I am. You're already half way," replied Micheal.

"Half way to what? questioned Alexander. "That makes no sense."

"Then you'll realize the truth," he spoke cold.

"What truth?" questioning Micheal's demeanor.

"It's inside all of us, just waiting to come alive," he replied, as he stood up.

Micheal put his backpack over his shoulder and left almost in zombie like strides. Alexander was left standing there confused by Micheal's words and behavior.

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. It all made Lt. Xavier mystified at there unusual behaviors and greater knowledge of the incidents than him or the other officers had. Alexander was also mystified at the inexplicable events, especially in his life.

He agreed to have a calming day out with his mother and Olemilia, to keep his mind off of the strange events in his life. They ate out at the Phoenecia restaurant, Which is one of the more popular restaurants in Alki. They already ordered their food at the table and began eating.

"It's nice to be out in good company," said Rachel.

"Thank you, for inviting me Mrs. Renbauld," said Olemilia.

"Well, it's not common for my son to have attachments to someone," she replied, with a content smile.

The three sat and had a nice meal together, talking about their day and the talk around town. Micheal's behavior was among the most strangest of happenings they talked about. All the way up to his premature demise.

"It's a shame what happened to Micheal," said Olemilia.

"What?" asked Alexander.

"He was found hanging from the Alki lighthouse overlook,"Rachel stated.

"I never heard that," he admitted.

"It's strange the emails stopped after his death though," wondering why they suddenly stopped.

All of sudden Rachel's cellphone rung. She reached into her pocket to see who it was, "Oh dear. You two don't mind if I take this outside,"

"It's fine mom, I know work keeps you busy."

'It won't take but a minute," promising them as she took her call outside. Alexander went back to eating. Olemilia was about to, when she paused and thought it over. She reached into her purse and took 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."

"You try charging it?" questioned Alexander.

"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. Soon his mother came back in and their talk cut short. Not wanting her to know.

That evening, around 3:33 A.M, Alexander stood upon the lighthouse overlook with a diabolical smirk. On the other side of the guard-rail before him dangled Micheal's body, hanging from a wire! Alexander slowly walked toward body, never abandoning that smirk. He approached the hanging body and reached for the black wire? 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.

"What is it dear?" she asked, drowsy.

"N-Nothing! 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. He woke up in the afternoon and did his usual routine to start his 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 not expecting anyone today. To his surprise it was Kristian?

"Hey Kristian," greeted Alexander.

"Hey. Have you seen my mom around?" asked Kristian. "She's been gone all week."

"Can't say I have," answered Alexander. "You check the lighthouse?"

"I did and she wasn't there," said Kristian. "The door was unlocked for some reason though." Then Kristian's cellphone rung, he answered it quickly. "Hello," listening to the other end. "Uh-huh, alright." he ended the call and put his phone away.

"What happened?" wondering who it was.

"That was my mother. Apparently she's been out doing errands and she'll be back by midnight," he replied, disturbed by something.

"That's good isn't it?" he questioned why Kristian didn't seem relieved.

"Yeah, just strange she didn't tell me earlier." he replied, wondering.

"By the way, there's something I need to know," said Alexander. "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 what it's about exactly, but a supposed email was sent out to people, and some of those people disappeared or died," explained Alexander. "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 Kristians assumption. "It's just odd that the deaths along with the disappearances and emails stopped right after Micheal's demise."

"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?" questioned Alexander. "He didn't really give a damn when Arnold disappeared!"

"Alex!" he responded.

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's 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. As 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?" he questioned, in his head.

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. Alexander 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 unlocked. Upon entering the dark lighthouse, the bad odor that smells of sulfur and rotting sea creature flesh was stronger. Alexander covered his nose with his left hand, and activated the flashlight on his phone. Alexander surveyed 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! Alexander 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. As he continued up the stairs, 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! Alexander 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, adamant to re-enter.

He braced 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!

"AAAH!!" he yelled falling backward on his rear.

He now knew 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.

"But, why?" bewildered at the reason.

"That's my son, Eathan." she said with a calm mothers voice.

"You stole his body from the grave!" he said, appalled.

"It's not what you think." sharply responding.

"Then tell me!" he demanded her to answer him. "Because this is all looking a bit w-weird."

"Hm, your stuttering," she laughed, remembering his condition. "I recall you being picked on for that. I guess it's still in you."

"What does that got to do with this!?" he responded, vexed at her for bringing his stuttering up.

"I had to take his body," she claimed. "To put an end to it all."

Alexander then had a disturbing thought, "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." she promised, with coldness in her words.

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  Alexander facing left toward her, pointing the knife at him! Which 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. He went into the bedroom and locked the door. He went toward the window, but before he tried to open it, he noticed it locked with bars!

"Damn it!" he could then hear Igia's 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.

"For a smart boy, you were foolish to come here," she implied.

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, but 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. It took a while going up the 37 foot lighthouse. Alexander 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.

Igia walked toward him, Alexander retreated back from 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.

Igia became worried and ran back down the lighthouse. Alexander braced himself for impact as he got closer to the ground. When 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, foreboding upon him. As if something or someones phantasmal being came out of that cellar, to become a part of his existence now. Alexander laid on his bed facing the ceiling, when a demonic smile formed on his pleasant face!  