Episode 1

Chapter One

Halloween Horrors

I stand-alone as I hear the drips of blood flow in the

sink. They said she was bled dry. But who will really know her story?  She is with us no more. She went to the dark

side of paradise, yelling for someone to tell her story. “Won’t anyone tell my

story!” she cries out. Night after night this poor damned soul has to wander

the dark sides of a place where death hovers over you. Until one stormy night

her voice was heard!

 It was years ago that the storm hit my little safe haven.

Years ago that I heard that horrible banshee scream. Many moons have passed

since that young woman told me her story. The horror of it followed me through

my dreams for years to come, haunting my every waking thought. For years I had

no idea what to do about the story she told me. If I told people would they

think I was crazy? She assured me that they wouldn't but what does she know,

she’s dead to this world. For years it was on my conscience wanting and waiting

to come up in the stories I'd write. Sometimes I would write down her story

without even knowing it and then I’d have to burn those wretched papers. But it

doesn’t matter anymore for I’m on my deathbed and it’s time to tell the story,

her story.

(Pheona's Diary entry: October 31st 2004)

The town was filled with people walking by making

spectacles out of themselves over a petty holiday they called Halloween. The

children were dressed up as creatures I’ve never thought to see again, some

scary some cute. The grownups justified this act by laughing and tagging along

with their children. Some of the adults were dressed up to. What a horrible

despicable act I thought to myself. It’s funny you know, what my people think

of creatures is what these humans think of us.

(Present day 3004)

That was one of Pheona’s last entries. As an award winning

horror novelist you’d think I’d get used to the nightmares but I’d never had

any this bad. A couple of years back I had recurring nightmares about a girl in

a factory. I had become so engrossed in this girl that I had to find out more.

I searched and searched for the factory she was in until I found it. Except for

it wasn’t a factory but an old house. It looked like it had been deserted for

quite a while. I broke in and started to look around. To my utter amazement I

found a family portrait. Their sat my girl from the nightmares and a boy stood

next to her.  When I read the back of the

picture I found out that it was Pheona and Connor Harman.

(Connor’s Diary entry: January 2nd 2004)

Our parents are making us go to the human world to prove to

the elders that there is no reason to fear them. I don’t agree with this

assessment. To have my sister and myself sent to the human world is a suicide

mission. I don’t want to go but I will because of family honor and to keep my

sister safe. She is not like us; she is hopeful that we can become friends with

the humans so our kind and the human race will be able to live together.

Pheona’s Diary entry: January 2nd)

Today my brother and I have found out that we are going to

the human world. I’m so excited to finally be able to meet the race our people

fear so much. To find out everything about them, what will they think of us?

Will they like my brother and me? I can’t wait to go. Hopefully after this our

races will be able to live in peace and harmony with each other.

(Present day)

 As I walked through

that old house looking for some clue of who these people were I couldn’t help

but feel like someone was watching me, leading me to my next find, a find that

would help me to write her story. I find that even to me the events that

happened that day are a little odd. It felt like someone was leading me to the

upstairs. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have ever ascended those stairs. They looked so

old that I had visions that as soon as I walked on them I would fall through

and snap my neck. Maybe that was just someone else telling me not to go any

further.  But as crazy as I am I went up

to the top floor, and started to look around. My surroundings included two

bedrooms and a bathroom. The bedrooms were ordinary enough but I could sense

that something awful happened in that bathroom.

(Connor’s Diary entry: March 20 2004)

We have been at the house in the human world for a month

now. The house we are staying is not what you’d call a comfortable living

quarter. My sister and I share the upstairs. There are two bedrooms and a

bathroom. Our bedrooms are small and have no windows. It’s hard to imagine that

anybody would want to live like this.

(Pheona's Diary entry: March 24th)

My brother has not been in a good mood lately. He does not

like our living quarters. I don’t find a single thing wrong with the rooms. My

brother says that’s the optimism in me. We haven’t met very many humans yet but

I’m sure we will.

(Present day)

The first bedroom I went into was by my guess was Connor’s.

It was small and very empty. I was keenly disappointed. I walked next door to

the other bedroom it wasn’t much different, except I had this urgent feeling to

look around better. So I started to go through all of the drawers. When I got

to the closet I felt this strange air surrounding me. It was neither cool nor

warm. I decided it would just be best to make myself think it wasn’t there. I

opened the closet half expecting someone to be in there. What I found was a

small door. I was a little nervous to open it but the writers’ instincts came

out and won. What I found in that little door was two very old books with weird

inscriptions on them. I put them in my bag and left in a hurry. When I got home

I called my friend who worked with encoding inscriptions.

(Pheona's Diary entry: June 30)

It’s been months I’ve made a few human friends. My brother

still insists on not becoming close to the human race. I hope sooner or later

that he will come to understand that the humans aren’t what the elders said

they were.

(Present Day)

When Cole came over to decode the inscriptions we found out

after hours of careful studying that the front of the books said Pheona’s and

Connor’s' Journals. I was so excited and I started reading their journals, at

first they were like everybody else’s journals. But then it started to get

weird. I started to get this chill down my spine it was like nothing I’ve ever

felt before. The girl was so hopeful while her brother went down into a world

of dark despair.

(Connor’s Dairy entry: July 4th)

Pheona and I went out with some of her friends for this

annual fire banquet. I was impressed by the colors that lit up the night air.

It was quite extraordinary.  I went to

get the girls some soda and that’s when I had first seen him. He was hiding in

the shadows but I knew he was there, watching me, watching Pheona. It scares me

even now thinking about the man hiding in the shadows. Who was he? Was he one

of us? Was he here to keep us safe? All I knew was that he had the scent of the

shadow world and that he was dangerous.

 (Present Day)

Dangerous, shadow world, one of us, this was the first clue

that I had received that they were not exactly from this world, that they

weren’t human. So what were they and what did they want. I became so engrossed

in what was going on in their lives that I put mine on hold. All I ever did was

read their journals. People would come to see me and I would send them away. My

own daughter came to see me and I sent her away. She told me before she left

that she was afraid for me because I’d become so completely obsessed in this

fantasy world that I had created. Was she right? Was I completely obsessed? Did

I make this all up?

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