Soul Field
Intro
My name is Alphonse Greyson, I am 18 years old in Brockton Massachusetts. I live by myself, no girlfriend or anything and most of my friends left for our own separate ways, stay in touch once and a while. I attend the Art Institute of New England to major in film directing. My father was a psychiatrist at a mentally insane ward in Boston. He was researching on his own project about cases of hallucinations about monsters and a foggy town. It was strange for him because most of these patiences had the same visions, including a place called "Soul Field". Convinced that these cases are linked somehow, he just decided to pack up and leave for Soul Field in Maine. It was suppose to be a 3 month stay, we kept in touch for the first three weeks, but than he just went quiet. I don't know his number since he always called. I guessed he was having fun or bust since he always told me that the town was beautiful and all.
But something was horribly wrong... he never returned from the travel, never called or anything. It has been two years since that trip and nothing came from him. I feared the worst and I tried to reach him, but he told me that "If I don't respond, call or anything, stay where you are, I am probably really busy and don't want to be disturbed, I might even be here for a little longer...". So I stayed in School and attended all of my classes. It was until one day I did receive a phone call from him. I ran to the phone and picked it up, the caller I.D. Said it was his cell phone. "Hello? Dad, is that you? I was worried sick about you, you never called and you have been away for way to long..." their was no reply, I checked my phone and I was still connected. It was silent, not even breathing. Than a faint moan was heard, than it grew louder and louder. Than my fathers voice screamed through the line, than I lost connection. I dropped the phone and ran to my room to pack my stuff, the two words from my fathers screams burning in my skull. I loaded up my pickup truck and drove as fast as I could to the freeway. Those words will haunt me forever, even until I die. "Help me..." I whispered to myself, because those are the last words I will ever hear from him again.