The Heir to Darkness Part 3 (standard:horror, 6399 words) [3/4] show all parts
Author: J. F. Naples	Added: Jun 10 2002	Views/Reads: 2787/1978	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Jason's pact

I was quite distressed about the days that were missing from my memory. 
Where I've been, What I've done, simple questions in themselves, but 
answers I had none.  I tried to think backwards and the first day that 
I could remember was that past Friday night.  I was following Veronica, 
following her to her job, then I lost her for a moment.  She went into 
a building, then I followed her home.  I had a cigarette, and that was 
all that I could remember. 

I am not prone to blackouts.  Could it have been amnesia?  I didn't
know.  My head felt fine and clear, and I didn't recollect how I could 
have undergone so much trauma that a mental wall builds to protect me 
from such hideous memories. 

My vision began to pinpoint, and there came a scent of lilac in the air.


You will never be alone. 

I stood up shakily, and looked all around me, searching for the voice. 
“Who's there?”, I asked in a weak voice. 

And as sudden as the sensation came, it was gone.  Once more, I asked
the question, but silence was the only answer I received. 

“This cannot be happening,” I thought to myself.  I looked around the
living room once more for  a fruitless search and thought that a hot 
shower would be the best thing to help rid me of this dirtiness that I 
was now feeling.  With that, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the 
water, hot, and began to undress. 

Before the mirror fogged over from the steam of the running shower, I
looked over my body to see if I had any unusual markings.  Starting 
from my head, and working slowly to my feet, I searched.  I found 
nothing out of the ordinary.  Feeling somewhat relieved, I breathed in 
deep the warm, humid air and opened the shower stall. 

A muffled scream sounded and a loud slap cracked through the spraying
water and misty cloud.  Through the thick steam, I saw someone 
underneath the showerhead, and I nearly fell out, catching myself at 
the last moment.  My heart raced and my breathing felt as if it had 
stopped.  I leaned over, sat on the toilet and despondently turned my 
attention back to the shower.  Gathering up the courage, I looked into 
the stall once more. 

I saw nothing except for the spraying water and pouring steam. 

I began to cry. 

As if living in a dream, I faintly recollect taking the shower.  I got
dressed and headed for work before my mind began to clear. 

I walked into the office thirty minutes late.  That was the latest I
have ever come into work and I was hoping that because of all the 
overtime I put in that I could be excused from this one tardiness.  I 
knew that Mathew doesn't condone tardiness, and I was hoping that I 
wouldn't see him.  I was by far not in the mood to be put under any 
more strain than I have been for the past hour and a half. 

As I  walked through the door to the office, a thought came to mind.  “I
can call in sick.”  Even though I was feeling fine, and my sick days 
were just sitting there collecting dust, I was sure that I would have 
been able to pull off the hoax, but it was too late. 

Mathew was walking towards me. 

There was a look in his eye that I couldn't describe.  It didn't appear
that he was angry, but it could have been just a mask to disguise his 
true feelings. 

“Miller, come with me,” Mathew ordered.  He turned to his right and I
followed right behind him.  As we headed for his office, I tried to 
invent excuses in my head of why I was late, but all my mind drew was 
blanks. 

I can remember a couple times that an unsuspecting co-worker would come


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