Chapter 1
Life was good.
My name is Micheal Hale. I'm 16 and was sophomore at the local high school. I might as well have run the school given how everyone loved me. I was top in my class, a star quarter back, and I could wrap almost anyone around my little finger. The only thing I didn't have, was a girl. That changed when I met Aisha.
Her shoulder length, black hair was always sleek and shiny. You could practically fall into those deep brown eyes. She had perfect features that always stunned me when I looked at her. Aisha would have been the definition of hot if it hadn't been for her personality. She was extremely shy and that changed her from hot to extremely cute. But even though most people pushed her to the side, I really liked her.
Ever since I asked her out we've been hanging out a lot, and every day she gets a little more open towards me. We'd become really good friends.
That was then. 3 weeks after we started dating, people started disappearing. People just vanished from their houses over night leaving large pools of blood all over the place. More people disappeared after each night, first two, then five, nine, thirteen, and the numbers kept climbing. Local police had put a curfew into effect, which prevented people of less than eighteen years of age from being out after school, so I didn't get to see Aisha any more. And, as I soon discovered, talking to her on the phone just doesn't do her the justice that face to face talks give her. So on night twelve after the disappearances began, with the total count of missing people at 83, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. At just before 9:00, I snuck out and walked to her house.
I'm not scared of the dark, but something really freaked me out. I kept hearing things and jumped at harmless shadows, but there was someone out there.
When I finally arrived I knew that I couldn't just enter through the front door so I went round the back of the old Victorian. I searched the ground for a pebble and tossed it at the window to my far right. A couple seconds later Aisha looked out and saw me. I could see her face light up, as well as blush. She opened the window and said in a voice loud enough for me to hear but soft enough to not draw attention from her parents. "Micheal! What are you doing here?"
"Trying to get into your room so we can talk properly for the first time in weeks." I replied.
"How do you plan on getting up here? My parents are still awake."
I took a moment to look around when I noticed a drain pipe a couple feet from her window. "That sturdy? Or should I go get my grappling hook?"
"Are you joking about the grappling hook?"
"No, I'm not."
"Oh. Well, the pipe should be sturdy enough."
"Okay. Be up in a sec."I walked over to the pipe, tested my weight on it, and started climbing. I was able to quickly scale the pipe, so I was through the window in a matter of seconds. The moment my feet hit the floor, Aisha ran over and hugged me. I hadn't realized how much I had missed her warm embrace and I hugged her back. She looked up at me and our lips met. As always, it was complete bliss.
We stood there for almost a minute and probably would have stayed there longer f we hadn't heard a loud 'crash,' followed by a scream.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I don't know but, it sounded like my mom." Aisha replied.
"In that case, why don't you go check on her. I'll wait here until you get back."
"Okay. Be back in a minute." Aisha exited her room and I heard her walk down the stairs. A very short while later I heard another scream.
I knew that it was Aisha. So I ran out of the room, and into a nightmare.
