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A Chapter by E.A. Simon

'Kelly, are you awake?'

Kelly had fallen asleep holding her pillow to her ears; Joanne was snoring.

'Kelly.' Rich said it louder.

Kelly gradually sat up, confused, her eyes squinting.

'Richard?'

He nodded.

'What time is it?'

'Its 2 o clock.'

She slipped out of bed and out into the corridor.

'What's the matter Richard?'

'I found this in my room.' Rich handed the envelope to Kelly. She looked at it.

'Who is Wesley Kampton?' She asked.

'I don't know.' Rich lied.

Kelly examined the envelopes contents. Inside was a small folded note with some words on it. Neither of them could understand it.

'Joanne can read French, I could wake her?'

'No don't do that!' Rich said firmly. 'I don't want to wake anyone else. I thought maybe you left it in my room earlier.'

'I've never seen this before.' She said, 'You're sure it wasn't in there when you arrived?'

'I'm positive Kelly.' He looked around suspiciously, 'Did you see anyone sneeking around when you walked back to your room? It's probably just some stupid prank but it's shook me up, what with the fire too.'

'Fire?!'

'Yes.' Kelly could see dread in Rich's eyes. 'Someone lit a fire in my room while I was sleeping.'

Why would someone do such a thing?'

'To try and scare me?' Rich said unsurely.

She gripped his arm;

'Do you think Dom did this?'

Rich remembered hearing Dom's voice downstairs.

'I suppose it's possible. I honestly don't know.'

Kelly growled angrily.

'We're in an old house,' She said, frustrated, 'it's the middle of the night and we're far from home. We have to be able to trust one another! And with everything you're holding in there..' She pointed to Rich's heart and hesitated.

'I'll keep my door open a crack and you do the same. If I hear anyone moving about then il head straight to your room and catch them redhanded.'

She stroked his hair and looked up at him.

'It can be like that all weekend if needs be.'

She crept up onto her tiptoes and kissed Rich on the lips.

That was his third kiss.

'One, two, three.' He thought. Three was a magic number. Three was a significant number.

Rich glowed, feeling safe in the knowledge that Kelly hadn't given up on him. She always had faith and had the enchanting ability to penitrate through the walls Rich had so calculatedly and meticulously built up, brick by brick.

They hugged and Rich held Kelly for a moment, feeling how she fit in his arms.

'Would you like me to walk you back to your room?' She asked gently.

Rich shook his head. 'You don't have to do that.'



As he turned the corner, Rich could see the fire in his room was still lit; the flames looked like fireflies through the ajar door. There was an unfamiliar sound.

A woman was crying and the cries got louder with every step he took.

As Rich pushed open his door the crying was tangibly close.

The source of the noise was sitting upright in Rich's bed. She had a large oval stomach and her legs were spread apart, her body filling the mattress.

'Who are you?' Rich asked hesitantly.

The crying woman stopped sobbing and frowned. She pulled her hair back revealing two deep, bloody holes where her ears should have been.

'Quelle?'

A look of sudden dread filled the woman's face. Rich turned and was startled to see a tall man carrying an oxygen tank, walking into his room, straight towards his bed.

As the man past Rich he acknowledged him, smirking creepily.

The woman became despairingly distressed, wailing loudly and frantically waving her arms.

'How can I help you?!' Rich shouted desperately.

'Dans tes mains! Tes mains! Ma lettre!'

'Lettre.' Rich could understand that. He opened it back up again:

Tu as pris ma vie, alors j'ai pris tes bébés.

He tried to dissever it.

When he looked up, the tall man was beside his bed and the woman was as still as stone and silent with fear.

The man pulled a syringe from his jacket and stabbed the woman's inflated stomach. It burst like a balloon, blood and flesh flying from it. The woman screamed. Rich, his stomach in knots, covered his eyes.

He felt the fire grow bigger beside him.

Rich peeked through his fingers. A thick transparent liquid seeped from the blown up mass and over onto the woman's nightgown. She looked down at it and whimpered.

The woman screamed again, tipping her head back, her body fragile and damp.

'Pierre.' She mouthed.

The man next to her smiled and covered the woman's face with the oxygen mask. Her breathing was heavy and constant. He walked around to the foot of the bed and slowly slithered his two arms under her nightgown. He started tugging. The woman's screams were muffled by the mask, which turned white with her steaming breath. Her fingers scratched along the bedsheets as her body reeled, finally clasping on tightly to the bedposts.

A piercing scream rang out, louder and more intense than the rest and it echoed all around before dissolving into the faint sound of babies crying.

Pierre let out a satisfied laugh. He scooped up the babies. There were three of them, all fresh with afterbirth and innocence. The man examined the little siblings. He took a pair of rusty scissors from another pocket and cut the umbilical cords.

The babies mother flung off her mask, 'Pierre! No, Pierre!'

Pierre didn't react, he instead simply looked to Rich smugly and walked out of the room with the triplets.

'My loves!' Screamed the mother, 'Have mercy!'

The lit fire had lost control. It had spread far out of the safety of the fireplace and Rich could see the tops of the flames in front of him. He dropped the letter into the bright abyss.

'No!' The woman let out a final, painful screech.

Her eyes rolled back and she disintegrated into a pile of umber.

Rich ran to his bed and grabbed his duvet. He threw it over the fire which immediately engulfed it.

'The flames can't hurt me!' He cried out at the top of his lungs, 'The flames can't hurt me!'



There was a series of violent bangs on Rich's door.

'Rich! Are you alright in there mate?!' It was Dom.

Rich, who was still glued to his spot by the fireplace suddenly tumbled to the floor. It felt like he had just crash landed.

He looked around him. The fire was out, the nightlight was on and his duvet lay in a bundle by his feet. He examined the fireplace, some of the logs were black and charred and within the ashes he saw the envelope from earlier, still crisp, completely unscathed by flames. He pulled it free and looked inside. It was empty.

'Rich!' It was Dom again, louder.

Rich walked over to the door and opened it. Dom was propped up against the frame on the other side. He looked surprised. Laura, still wrapped in her blanket stood with Sam a few meters away, there faces flushed with concern.

'We heard shouting mate,' Dom said, returning to his normal self, 'we thought we would come and check on you.'

He walked clean past Rich and into his room, followed by the other two. Dom scanned the room and noticed the duvet on the floor.

'What's this doing here then?' He picked it up and looked at Rich. He was blank.

'Your guess is as good as mine.' Rich thought.

Dom spread the duvet onto Rich's small bed. Laura patted it down and tucked it in.

Dom timidly walked towards Rich.

'Rich mate, I believe we got off on the wrong foot.'

He held out his hand. 'Why don't we start again. Besides we're going to be spending the whole weekend together.'

Rich shook it. Dom seemed pleased.

'Good.' He said. 'Now are you sure you're alright?'

'I'm fine,' Rich said back, 'I'm sorry I disturbed you guys. I must have been having a nightmare.'

'Nightmare?!' Dom sniggered. 'Do you get those often then?'

'Not really. Just occasionally.' Rich replied.

'Well,' Dom continued, 'I hope you don't get another. Those things can drive you mad, especially in a place like this.' He looked at Laura and grinned.

'When I heard you shouting I thought maybe you'd seen a ghost. I don't want you tripping out on us. At least not yet!'

'Dom I'm tired.' Laura crept forward from over his shoulder. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.'

Dom nodded.

'We'll see you in the morning mate.'

He slammed the door as loudly as he could.

As they headed round the corner to their rooms, Rich could hear them laughing and talking together.

'He's threatened by you.' Kelly's words were still fresh.

'Rich.'

Rich turned back towards his door.

He opened it again. It was Joanne, Kelly's roommate.

'That wasn't a nightmare was it?' She asked quietly.

Rich frowned. 'Were you listening to that whole conversation?'

She nodded and they moved further into his room.

'I only come to you because I know what it's like.' She paused. 'To see and feel things, only to realise they're not real. Sometimes you can't tell what's reality and what isn't.'

Rich pondered. 'Is this reality?' He asked.

'You tell me.'

Rich's brain hurt.

'Come to the Archeology museum with me and Kelly tomorrow,' she said. 'We'll find your reality then.'

Rich looked at her. She was a smart and quiet girl. He believed her.



© 2017 E.A. Simon



Author's Note

E.A. Simon
Hi thanks for taking a look! Please let me know if the story is easy to follow and my if main protagonist is likeable! Also would love feedback on how to transform this from a young mans musings to a professional novel. Any help, feedback, comments greatly apprecoated.

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I am really intrigued by this story. I think it has a good foundation and i THINK a good plot (im a little bit lost on what's going on but the more i read the more i start to understand a little more about what's happening). The only thing i would say is to add a bit more descriptive elements as far as the scenery and the character's looks and features so that way your readers can see what you are seeing when you are writing the story. You want to convey your images to the characters. Right now, I have no clue what Rich or Dom looks like and the only thing I know about Kelly is that she has beautiful blonde hair and that she is white :). You should describe your characters and your scenery a little bit more. Other than that, I think that this is a very good start. Good, strong plot (a little confusing but still good), good dialogue, and okay description. Overall, I'd give it a ninety percent.

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Hi! Thanks so much for your comments and reading of course! I'd be interested to see if others agree.. read more
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You are welcome and that's a good strategy (making the plot a little confusing) since that will make.. read more



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I am really intrigued by this story. I think it has a good foundation and i THINK a good plot (im a little bit lost on what's going on but the more i read the more i start to understand a little more about what's happening). The only thing i would say is to add a bit more descriptive elements as far as the scenery and the character's looks and features so that way your readers can see what you are seeing when you are writing the story. You want to convey your images to the characters. Right now, I have no clue what Rich or Dom looks like and the only thing I know about Kelly is that she has beautiful blonde hair and that she is white :). You should describe your characters and your scenery a little bit more. Other than that, I think that this is a very good start. Good, strong plot (a little confusing but still good), good dialogue, and okay description. Overall, I'd give it a ninety percent.

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Hi! Thanks so much for your comments and reading of course! I'd be interested to see if others agree.. read more
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You are welcome and that's a good strategy (making the plot a little confusing) since that will make.. read more

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Tags: horror, teen, Americanhorrorstory, cabininthewoods, twilight, supernatural, time travel, apocalypse, dreams, nightmares, lifeafterdeath, love, inception, monsters


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E.A. Simon

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Hi! I'm an Englishman living in Canada, I'm 22 years old and I've got a passion for writing and art. Outside of that I'm a professional dancer. Trademark_Artist on Instagram and EA Simon on Wattpad more..

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