Chapter 1 Haunted

Three weeks earlier...

Mark:

It's 2 am and I'm wide awake again. I try to close my eyes, but everytime I do, the mumbling seems te get louder. I turn towards the responsible figure to see him tossing and turning. I want to get mad, but like every other night, It won't help. And besides, I like my life somewhat.

Anyway, as this occurs every night I'm kinda curious to know what's haunting him. If I know, maybe I can help him and maybe It will explain the changes from my sweet and innocent brother Randy to the devil. So, I slowly get out of bed and get closer to him. As I sit on his bed, I try to listen carefully, maybe I'll understand the words he's muttering...

Randy:

'No, please...please be ok...' I plead with her as I move closer to her body lying still on the ground. She just has to be alive...

But as I'm close enough to make out her face in the darkness, my heart sinks. I slid to my knees and close her eyes as I can't stand those beautiful blue orbs star glazed over, staring into nothing. I pull her body close as tears start to spill. I try to talk to her, hoping for a miracle, but as her lips have turned blue and dark purple bruises already forming on her neck, I know I can't help her any longer.

'Oh god... I'm so sorry... I am so sorry...' as I keep apologizing, hugging her body close to me, I hardly notice someone trying to take her out of my arms. I suddenly wake up a little as I hear my name being called. I silently hope It's her, but as I look at her face, I know she didn't. I start to sob again and look up at the voice to see who it belongs to.

'Randy? Randy, come on, let go of her.' I don't want to and hug her even closer. A hand forcefully makes me look up.

'I said, let go of her Randy! We have to take care of this or do you want the police to find you like this?' I realize in all my pain that he's right. I reluctantly let them take her out of my arms, while still sobbing and quietly I tell her goodbye as I give her one last kiss.

'Goodbye Lauren, I'll never forget you...' I watch sadly as they take her body away.

'Oh my god... Oh my god, Randy, please tell me you didn't...' Wait a minute, that's not supposed to happen... I remember this day, but that voice doesn't belong here.. I look around me in confusion and then I slowly wake up...

I start to sit up as I'm aware of someone sitting on the edge of my bed. Panic starts building as I turn on the lamp beside my bed and as my eyes focus… I breath a sigh of relief when I see It's my younger brother Mark.

'God, Mark, don't scare me like that. You almost gave a heart attack. What are you doing on my bed?'

He doesn't respond and as I take a good look at his face I get confused.

'What? Is there something on my face?' I joke, but he still doesn't respond. He keeps staring at me, confused and clearly upset. Then his lips move, but the words are so quiet I can barely hear them.

'What did you say? Speak up Mark, I couldn't hear you.'

'I said: what did you do?' He told me in a quiet voice as his eyes were tearing up.

'What are you talking about?'

'You were talking in your sleep… What did you do to Lauren?'

'What?' My voice only a whisper as my body froze. What did he hear? How much had I told him without knowing? I started to panic, but I had to shake it off. I had to do something, this couldn't get out…

I let my eyes darken, as Mark's eyes became big. He knows he made a mistake. As quickly as he moves from my bed, so do I. My hands turn into fists as I start towards him. He walks backwards and he looks scared. Well, he should be, as I make a split decision….