Hi Ladies,

So, I was requested to do a little Halloween story for a friend and the perfect idea immediately came to mind. I hope you enjoy this new venture. I will post once a week until October 1, and then, once a day until Halloween. This is also a Mobward and very graphic. Please be advised.

Thanks for giving it a shot;)

Let me know what you all think. Thanks.

Prologue

Edward 1901-

I was startled awake by two … then three loud pops. I squinted into the dark room trying to locate the sound, yet silence seemed to stretch forever.

Perhaps I was dreaming shit. Swiping my hand down my face, I turned my head toward the wall and closed my eyes. I was just about to drift off when I heard scuffling coming from Emmett's room and then the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Instantly alert, I jerked upright in my bed, looking for my gun but it was missing from my nightstand. What the fuck? What the ever-loving …?

My heart raced in my chest and I leapt from my bed and tiptoed toward the dresser to seek out my weapon. When the sound of footsteps started in my direction, I searched for a way out. The only place to go would be out the window … and judging by the treading getting closer and closer there just wasn't enough time to make it.

It didn't fucking matter. Whatever was happening didn't leave me much choice. I was lunging in that direction when my door was thrown open. A glance over my shoulder only offered an outline of a burly, shadow standing on the threshold.

Sparks flew from the tip of a shotgun, and a huge hole was blown through my back, taking me straight to my knees. Pain ripped through my kneecaps matching the burning erupting through my back and spreading throughout the rest of my body. Buckshot hit random points, my shoulders, the back of my neck, and my skull.

I tried to breathe but no oxygen came. I spat blood, coughing, gagging before I pitched forward on the floor unable to move. My gaze fixated on the post near my bed, and the sound of footsteps came closer. The cool tips of gloved fingers pressed against my neck, yet I lay there unable to move.

The warmth of blood oozed out beneath me, and I made one last attempt to catch my breath. When no air filled my lungs, I knew my life was seeping into the floor. My body twitched as my heart slowed, and I could feel the random jerks, nerves dying.

Everything was dying.

"The boss will be happy." I heard a dark voice say. "Fuck the Cullens. This is Swan's world now."

Swan. Swan. Swan.

The name sang in my head as my vision began to waver. Swan was the fucking sheriff in St. Joseph County. I counted the pops I heard before he made it to my room. He'd killed my whole family.

With that final thought, the last of conscience faded.

I swam in an ocean of black. There was nothing to see. There was no one waiting for me. There were no bright lights. There wasn't anything.

I don't know how long I stayed in limbo or what dimension I was in. Then, the darkness started to ebb. Gradually the mansion I lived in with my family came back into focus.

I was still lying on the floor, and with a great amount of effort, I pulled myself to my feet. I turned in a small circle.

Everything was different. My room had been cleaned out. All of my furniture had been removed and I was staring at the brand new plush carpet. I searched for the blood that should be staining the floor to find it a brilliant shade of lavender.

My brow furrowed as I tried to make sense of what had happened. Slowly I paced to the hallway and l stepped over the threshold of my room. "Hello?"

Silence. The house that had been filled with laughter and family was eerily quiet. I stood there for a long minute before looking down at myself. The gaping hole created by the gunshot wasn't there.

How fucking strange. What a fucking nightmare. Suddenly I was so ecstatic to be awake that I hurried in the direction of Emmett's room.

Devoid. It was devoid of everything. There was no furniture. There was no Emmett.

Confused and in a mad dash I searched the entire house only to come to the same conclusion. There was no one. There was nothing. Not one dish. Not one candle. No Mom or Dad.

What the fuck?

Swan. Swan. Swan. Whispered through my mind. Running my hand through my hair, I pinched the sandy strands until my scalp burned. Nothing made sense.

My exploration of the empty house concluded in the master bathroom. I stared blindly at the shower. Pivoting on my heel, I glanced up at the mirror over the bathroom sink and froze.

Why couldn't I see myself?

"No. No. No."

This couldn't be happening. I must be locked in this fucking nightmare. I pinched myself trying to wake my mind with absolutely no luck. I punched myself in the chest, the pain nearly knocking the breath out of me—only I wasn't breathing either.

What? How?

I was still standing in the bathroom trying to figure out what this was all about when I heard someone call my name.

I was so excited I ran for the door, hitting the wall—only I didn't hit the wall. I went through the wall.

I went through the wall. Testing my theory, I reached out to brush the wall with my hand. My hand disappeared inside the wall.

"Edward?"

I looked up to find Emmett standing a few feet from me. His massive size filled the doorway, and he looked as puzzled as I was.

"Em, someone came in and shot everyone. I-I think we're ghosts." I rubbed my forehead as the truth sank in, and a wave of unfulfillment gripped me hard. "He said, Swan was going to be very happy."

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