Rawr = I love you in Dinosaur

The brisk cold of the November air sent Goosebumps down my arms and legs, making the hair on my arms stand on ends. With my black hooded sweatshirt and grayish long jeans and a ruby red scarf protecting me from the cold breath of a Mr. Jack Frost. It was late in the day, in Monroeville city, the sun and the clouds mixed together in a sunset, in a wintry explosion, which made the large work buildings look so amazing. It was a lazy day for me all day I did my morning job of supplying wood for some cheap company. And a nice evening in the cities public park. I got up from the wooden park bench and stretched my arms and legs, pulled my back pack over my shoulders and looked at my watch, 4:30. I sighed, the day was close to an end and I needed my evening cup of Joe. I walked down Lymenn street heading toward my favorite cup of coffee in the whole city. café Rosalina . I walked up to a dumpy old building, but from the outside the smell of fresh brewed coffee blocked out all the vile smells of the city. I walked in, inside you could hear sweet calming music, and classic art portraits hung all over the café. I grabbed a table in the far end of the café and placed my bag beside me. My cell phone rang. Everyone around me stared at me, but I just answered the phone, “hello” I said in a low tone. “Ben, it’s Lynn, you ready for tonight? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out”. I rolled my eyes, “ of course not, I’m not afraid of anything” I said in a manly voice, but knowing that I really am afraid of a lot of things. “Great, I’ll see you tonight Ben, see ya,” she hung up. I ordered a hot one, chugged it down and almost burned my mouth off. Oh right, tonight, yeah, it was a week ago and me and Lynn were hanging out. We were talking randomly, chatting about ghosts and if they were real or not. I totally disagree with the whole thing, but we made a bet. We have to stay one night in the old haunted house down on cemetery drive. So yeah, I agreed, now I have to sleep in a crappie old dusty 100 year old house, instead of sleeping in my comfy bed. Oh well, I’ll get over it. I looked at my watch again. I had twenty five minutes until I had to meet Lynn. I grabbed all my things and headed out into the cold. It was colder for some reason. I was chilly before I got in and now it’s freezing. I walked onto the icy sidewalk and called a cab over. The yellow cab pulled up to the sidewalk. I opened the door, its icy shock sent chills down my spine. Inside, the cab was worm and cozy. The cab started up.” so where ya headed son?” asked the cab driver. “Oh right old cemetery drive please”. He went silent for a moment” is that so … you sure son it’s a bad omen you know” I looked out the clouded window. “bad omen I don’t believe it” he sighed.” well it’s your funeral”. that scared me what did he mean by my funeral like I’m going to die or something. Well I guess he said that because the woods around the home the city funeral filled with morgues tombstone and over a thousand rest with in the woods and the road. About the house it’s a long horrible story. A family lived there in the early thirties a mother a father and a beautiful daughter. The father was a successful business man he made good money until one day he got fired for stealing money from his company. His greed made him mad he soon became bankrupt and he blamed his family for his pain and he savagely killed his family one by one. He then killed himself and his whole family rests in their beloved home and haunt all who enter their home it sounds really corny but that’s what some legends say. The cab pulled up to the side walk next to the opening of cemetery drive. I got out the air was thin under my breathe and I was breathing heavily. The cab pulled away from the curb and drove off into the evening sky. I turned to the road it was made of stones, dirt, and multicolored leaves mark the sign of fall. My first step on the road gave me a awkward chill that made me get the feelings that something was going to go wrong. I ignored it and keep walking down the shadows of cemetery drive.

. On either side of me were large bare maple trees through them I could hear whispers and I saw shadows leap from tree to tree. I started to get nerves it was so silent I could hear my heart beat. I finally reached the end of the road there was a large black old English gate with weeds growing up the sides. And guarding it was a large old cottage. The house had a porch with old rocking chairs and rotting plants around it . The painted out side was fading the shingles on the roof were almost off the house and the old wooden foundation looked rotted. Standing agents the gate was Lynn her tough face her dirty blond hair over her shoulders her gray eyes seemed to paralyze you. Her mean punk outfit her black and red combo and greenish gray jeans her whole look said” I‘m large and in charge“. not saying that she’s fat because she’s not, but don’t ever call her fat you’ll be in big trouble. I walked up her. “ so there you are, ready for some ghost hunting” Lynn said. I gave her a brave face” oh yeah but are you ready”. I lied. She scowled. “heck yeah I could hardly wait, till you came if you hadn’t come in about three more minutes I would have went in that house alone” I rolled my eyes. A cold breeze swept through the trees and made the shutters bang against the house. “wha.. What are you waiting for then lets get in the house”. We pushed away the weeds on the gate and slowly opened the rusty old house. I walked through the tall grass and stepped on the old cracked cobblestone pathway toward the house. ‘wow this place is a mess” said Lynn. “ well what do you expect Lynn after 40 years what is it suppose to look like” I told her. We stepped on the porch the creaky steps made both of us jump a mile. Lynn walked up to the door and touched the rusty old door knob. She paused “Lynn are you going to open it or not” her whole facial emotion changed she stared at me surprised. ”umm oh right” she opened the old door total darkness creped out of the front door. We both stepped into the darkness and before I was fully in I looked out into what light was left in the day and a single snowflake danced in the air I now know that winter was here.

There was no light inside the home not even the light from outside crept into this desolate house. I pulled out a miniature lantern and turned on the small energy efficient bulb. It showed the cob webbed house, the cracked floor the dusty old furniture, and the small mice scurried along the rooms. “woaw this place is amazing” said Lynn in amazement. I picked up the lantern and walked around the rooms. From the living rooms to the upstairs bed room each of the rooms have the same creepy feelings. Like someone was watching you. I looked out the broken window it was snowing now and it was coming down hard. I shivered and looked behind me. In the corner of my eye I saw a white figure that looked like a man and it was gone in an instant. I went into the living room there was a fireplace with a very small pile of kindling on the side. I put the wood in the fire and used my lighter to maybe even get a little warmth inside this unforgiving home. I sat on the dusty cold floor and Lynn sat next to me we sat near the fire to keep warm. “so Lynn you scared yet” I asked. She smiled at me.” of coarse not Ben I can stay a whole week here if I wanted” she answered. The crackle of the fire startled me. Then a distant scream echoed in my head scaring me to death.” Ben did you hear that…. It came form upstairs lets go check it out”. She got up and dragged me by my wrist up the old stairs. We got to the top and she lead me to the little girls bed room her name was Alexandra about five or six years old died from a shot to the head. She slowly turned the door knob slowly and opened the little girls room. Inside the walls were bright pink, with beautiful flowers and childish setting in the room. There was a bed neatly made with the blood stained pillow of the poor child. There were dolls and toys all over the floor a book shelf and many scattered books. It looks as if the room hadn’t been touched since the murder. I lifted the lamp to look at the book shelf there were little trinkets small pearl horses and elephants the started to move the dance around the shelf like a child was playing with them. I raised my cold hand and touched the dancing horses and it fell to the ground and shattered .”jeez Ben be careful will ya” she bent over to pick up the dismembered horse. As she did that she froze and stared at the shelf like someone was standing right there.” Lynn what’s wrong” I looked where she was staring. I could see a foggy picture of a girl she had long blond hair and wore a beautiful pink dress. But something was wrong with this picture she had a big bullet whole in her head and deep dark blood oozed from her wound and it made me feel sick. She walked toward me and was walking like a marionette on a string her blues eyes were tearing away at my motor skills and I could not move. I kneeled down and when she came face to face with me she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear “goodnight” and all turned black.

I gave him a blank not joking stare. “oh alright a new comer well this is the hell hole known as the Alabaster prison” I shook my head. “ Alabaster? What’s Alabaster and how did I get here”. I’m so confused.” he sat up and straightened out and puffed another smoke. “ok this Is a long story over one million years old. You believe in heaven and hell correct?” he asked me.”uhh yeah of coarse” ok well the are real and the dead were evenly separated up to heaven of down to well …. You know where. Any way there was this savage spirit refused to the next life. So the man known as John Hitchcock a mass murder of the 1800. He killed of over 100 people and he never got what he deserved and he never went to hell I figured out a way to cheat death. He would hide until he would find a replacement soul to switch places with. Like a brave kid trying to see if ghosts really exists. He would try a couple of ghostly tricks and he would use his ghostly dagger and stab the poor human in the heart and he or she would be swapped and the human would forever roam in the bowels of hell. Other ghost have ways of trading places with humans. They could kiss you bite you or even touch you will turn yourself over to them. Well john was not the only evil spirit who had used this technique to cheat death. Many spirits used it and never filled their name out in satins list. The good spirits were in and uproar and balance was corrupted. So god created a group of people who would hunt down these cheaters and put them to rest for good. The group is called the white demons. We are called so because we are both good ad bad so our fate to heaven or hell is sealed until the balance is resurrected. And here the alabaster prison is a dark prison on the border of the dark world another secret hiding place in the universe. You appear here if you are switched with another spirit or you get caught messing with the blind ghouls in the alabaster high lands.” I took a long stare at him then double blinked. “I’m sort of getting you not really I still have no idea how I got here and where Lynn is”. he frowned .”you probably were traded with a spirit and was found in the illegal plain and brought here” I looked down at my hands they were cut to look like X’s. they stung. “but….” I stared at him.” but … what” he gave me sincere eyes.” your friend was probably turned into a spirit and….has been switched with a evil spirit”. I looked up and warm tears fell down my cheek it felt different because I haven’t cried in a while and my eyes were dry. “but.. There is one way to reverse this spell. You must trade a soul for a should and equal trade with the devil”. “so what am I suppose to do now stay and rot in the cell forever”. I yelled at him. He looked at me ashamed of something.” well there is a way out I’ve been in here a couple times before”, he stood up and pulled out a small knife from his pocket. He stood near the left side of the tomb he slit his index finger and dark blood drip from his finger. He placed in on a stone brick and whispered some thing I could not understand. The walls started to shake dirt shook at out feet and vines grew up the wall. He stared climbing up so I followed him up the sturdy grade vines. We finally reached the top, there was a small wooden plate form rain drops soaked it up. He stood there and whistled and a large crow about the size of two kangaroos he swooped up and with its large claws and grabbed my wrist and flew us across the dead dessert like plain below. It was like I was in a dream where you can ride with 300 pound crows. We landed in a shady forest like area and the crows flew off in a high pitched screeches. The smell of death was every where I didn’t know what was to come up behind me next. The still strange man looked around touching the large maples around us. The sky was getting darker with every passing storm cloud. Thunder rumbled across the forest. A high pitch siren shot up and rang through my ears. It sounded like a emergency alert but more high pitched and violent. The sound got louder and pitcher in made my ears hurt so I covered them with my hands and so did the strange man. The man looked at me with a very serious look “they’ve found us we’ve go to get out of this forest fast, follow me” he turned around and ran into the forest and I followed him. We dodged the brush and the rocks and wet moss below. I got wiped in the face with a couple sharp branches leavening large scratch marks on my pale frightened face. I tried to keep up as much as I could but the dude was like running super nova fast , and It had felt like I had been running for hours. Hot sweat dripped from my nose and my head ached from the muggy heat. He finally stopped at a small clearing, I removed my hands from my ears and all I could hear was a tiny buzzing from the siren. The man stopped and leaned agents the tree exhausted. He was covered in sweat and was breathing heavily. I sat myself down beside a tree across from him to rest.” we should be safe for now”. he said. “safe from what exactly?” I asked. “ no one knows they look different to anyone they are made to look like your worst nightmare you definitely do not want to be in a dark ally with on of them”. he yawned. “ so who are you exactly” I asked the man”. “ I’d thought you would never ask me that well since you asked, My name is Sebastian Kent a former paranormal investigator, a hunter of the demotic, in other words a Leader of the white demons.

He stood up and stared of to the north a gust of wind blew through his manly head or hair. “the white demons are a secret organization as I have told you once before we stop the demonic we put spirits in their right place even if we have to fight for it. I was on a mission this area searching for loners or the demons that are hiding out in the plains. But I kind of got in some trouble I had a few drinks and decided to go well demonic cow tipping I got caught and sent to jail. that’s when I met you and we escaped and ran away from the unknowns. I have to now find our way out of here and back to the white demon headquarters where we can figure out a way to get you home.” I stared at him with a solemn look. “ ok I understand a little lets just get out for here. I yawned. “ alright follow me”. he headed out into the dark forest the trees swayed in the wind and the crows echoed through the air. The smell of iron was strong and the hazy sky was so think the stars hide behind it’s silky blanket. We have been walking for about an hour and a half and I was exhausted I had a feeling that we were not close to where ever we were headed. I kept thinking about Lynn if she was ok where ever she was and I could still hear her voice echoing in my head and I could feel the kiss if death stinging my face. My hands with the x’s on them started to burn more but I ignored it. He finally stopped and we arrive at a road which lead to a group of large buildings they were tall and sati lights and radars were all around it nothing else but a barren plain for sand and stone. “ well here we are the sooner we get there the sooner you can rest and get home. I sighed. I had the feeling as if I were to pass out but I kept on going. My feet shuffled in the sand and my arms swayed next to me and my eyes were drooping. “ you alright Ben?” I looked at him. “ yeah I’m…….just tired that’s all“. he caught up to me and stared me straight in the face he looked in my eyes and looked at my wrist. “humph…..why didn’t you tell me you got these marks?”. I sleepily said” I thought they were scratch marks from a tree or something”. he put my arm down. “ well it’s more then that we have to get you to head quarters before it’s to late.. Come on. He pulled me by my shirt until we reached a large metal building with large metal doors. There was a pad next to it Sebastian placed his right index finger on the pad a red light flashed and the cold metal door opened. He walked inside and I followed him. Inside there was a big room and there was a huge monitor at the end of the room and there were couches and chairs surrounding it. On the left side were two doors and on the right was a hallway with many rooms on each side possibly bed rooms. “ come on” he pulled me from my shirt into this room which looked like and operating room. He sat me down on a table. He went over to the back wall and pushed a red button and the loud speaker went on.” Sarah, James and Leon please report to the laboratory immediately oh and sorry for the wake up call” he came over to me and examined my hand. Twisting my pale hand side to side expecting to see something on the other. The metal door opened a women with silk black hair her petite body and her dark blue jeans and her red shirt and lab coat made me feel safe for the most part she was probably Sarah. Behind her was and tall man he had dark skin and had a dark beard and dread locks that didn’t reach his shoulder he had pale green eyes and a content look on his face as if he had just woken up that must be James. Standing next to him was I’m guessing Leon he had short brown hair deep brown eyes pajama pants on and slippers and wore a lab coat over his green tee shirt. Every one looked at him.” what I was asleep and Sebastian said immediately so…whatever”. They all stared at Sebastian with a strange look like oh no not again. “so Seb where have you been for the last week and a half?” asked Sarah with her arms crossed. “ umm doing some hunting in the…alabaster plains” he stroked his beard. “ ok yeah sure and who’s this kid you brought home with you” she said with a scowl. “ oh well I’m say this once because he has a seriously injury his name is Ben… He told them my story and they just stared at him and me. “ and we have to fix his bite before it’s to late. “wait what bite” he looked at me with all seriousness. “that x on your arm is a poisonous bite mark from a phantom and we have to heal it of you’ll die so we have to hurry“. He told me to lye flat on my back and he put a mask over my mouth and noise and strange smell went up my nose and through my dry mouth. I soon well into a deep sleep. I had the strangest dream ever. I was in the prison and the gate was opened but all there was, was darkness and a warm breeze which happened to smell like death. A dark shadow crept from the darkness it walked slowly toward me the ran at me we were then face to face his pale fleshy face and fang like teeth were going to bite but I then woke with a start in a room of some sort. I was tied down by sky blue sheets and my head was planted into the feather pillow under my head. Next to me was Sarah she was asleep in a wooden chair and had a clip board falling out of her right hand. I looked to my left there was a table with a cup of water I was so thirsty I tried to get it but I knocked it over by accident and woke Sarah up. I sighed the clear liquid soaked into the white tiled floor .” good morning you sleep well Ben”. I yawned “ yeah I guess….so how did the surgery go? She got some napkins and whipped up the water on the floor. “ fine you should be fully recovered by tomorrow. I pulled off the covers and let my sweaty arms breath. My injured hand had a bandage on it. I had a tube coming from my arm it itched. “ so you James, Leon, and Sebastian are the only ones here”. “Oh no there are thousands more but they live in other head quarters an the underworld here in this head quarters we have about two hundred white demons of many kinds kind phantoms join to stop the demonic and people who want to stop them, but James and the gang are just Seb’s lackeys and good friends“. oh I get it so how am I suppose to get home?” she smiled at me.” the others are trying to figure that out” she stood up “ I’ll get you some food and water and let you get some rest I’ll see you tomorrow”. She shut the door behind her.