QOF: Okay thanks again for your reviews. This chapter is even scarier and gruesome but it's not the 'part' yet when it's really really scary. Some of you may think that this chapter is not scary because well, it's just the appetizer. It's NOT that scary.....................to me anyway...... Please R R!!!!!!! Oh....and I've rated this R just in case. TELL me what I should rate this story because I'm not sure.

Oh, I want to answer back some of my reviewers.

Midnightmare - Thanks for your wild guess! But it's not THAT scary yet. I may put your idea in later chapters though. I love your idea! ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! but sorry, he didn't see that as he saw something else. This chapter is about a warning. A WARNING! Muahahahahahaha...........

Sleepy-zzz - Thanks for reviewing almost every chapter! I was indeed happy when I saw your username appeared many times at the review page!

Neko-Jin-Katerinna - Hey, thanks for reviewing every chapter...cept one but it doesn't matter. Heh, good guess but sorry it wasn't the answer. I love your story 'First Time Alive'. It's so sad. Please update soon!

Chapter 4- The Warning

There on the wall were some words written in red ink. I could not help it but shivered, as I knew it was blood. There written on the wall were the words 'I'm Back'. I thought for a while. Maybe it was just a prank. Maybe it was not blood but just red ink. I approached the wall and touch the words. It was still wet. I smelt the ink and realized that it was not ink. It was the smell of blood. It was blood. I took a few steps back.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped. A gust of wind blew my face. My pupils narrowed as I perspired profusely. My skin turned pale as my hands shivered. Then, imaginary hands touched my neck and began to strangle me. I choked. I felt so helpless and could not breathe. My lungs need air. My body slammed to the wall and I tried to get the imaginary hands off my neck but whenever I touched it, I felt electric waves. My eyes began to get cloudy and I was about to give up.

I thought that this was going to be the end of me. I prayed with all my heart for help. Suddenly, I heard someone muttered strange words. The hands finally stopped strangling me.

I slumped down to my knees, panting and gasping for air. When I looked up, I saw someone offered his or her hand to pull me back on my legs. I took the chance. I glanced at my savior's face and saw it was Harry. He was the one who had saved me and what was on his other hand? A book? It was the book he always brought wherever he goes. The title says 'The Book of Incantations'. He must have been the one who had muttered strange words to scare away whatever that were strangling me. The 'thing' might have drained my energy, as I was too tired to even stand properly.

"Come on, I'll help you back to our room," He said softly with a tint of concern in his voice, not like the rough one he always used. I was confused and about to ask but my head hurts. I used his shoulder for support and we walked back to our room quietly, not even speaking to each other.

Back in our room, I sat on my bed and sighed loudly. I reached for the drawer and took out a pendant. It had a picture of a phoenix on it, still proud and elegant. It had been by my side all these years. I squeezed it in my hand and it began to glow. Suddenly, I felt as if my energy was restored but I felt asleep anyway.

I woke up. It was 3.00 p.m. I looked at Harry. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. I wonder what he was thinking about. He seemed to be in a trance. I was still wearing my school uniform so I decided to change. I took my clothes and went to the bathroom to change. What? You expect me to change in front of him? No way. In the bathroom, I changed into a white collared-shirt with an acid green long- sleeved sweater and black pants. I had a black stud on my left ear. I messed my hair a bit and stepped out of the bathroom.

Harry was still lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. What was so good about the ceiling anyway? I looked up and saw pictures of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Stacy Oricco and even the Olsen twins staring back at him. I shook my head.

"Feeling better?" Harry suddenly asked out of the blue. I stared at him before answering, "Yea...and Thanks for helping me out back there."

"It's nothing. Luckily I was there in time. I saw you walking into that corridor which students are not suppose to go to and figured that maybe something was wrong. Suddenly I saw you pinned on the wall and choking. I said some words my grandfather taught me when I was young if there was something strange going on and I felt helpless." Harry finished his story from his point of view and began staring at the ceiling. I sighed. Was that all he do when there were no lessons?

I took out my Walkman and began to listen to myfavourite song. I know it has nothing to do with the situation I was in but songs always calmed me down.

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

I was grateful that my room had a window to see the scenery outside. It was not romantic scenery but one which you can see the real world outside. I went to the window. I thought about the words 'I'm Back'. Who was back?

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken

Before the song could finish, I felt a throbbing pain on my left arm. I took the headphone off and dropped my Walkman. I winced and squeezed my arm. I bit my tongue, trying to stop myself from screaming. I staggered my way to the bathroom to wrap it with bandage as I figured that it might help and Harry seemed to have noticed this.

"You okay kid?" He asked looking at me strangely. I nodded my head and squeezed my left arm tighter.

"You don't seem like it," He tried to help but I slapped his hand away. I regretted it. My arm hurts as if it was going to explode and burst open. My eye twitched and I knelt down. I could not stand the pain anymore. I fell and screamed.

When I woke up, I realized that I was lying on my bed. My left arm did not seem to hurt anymore. It was wrapped in bandages. I saw the nurse writing something on her clipboard. I saw Harry looking, or more like drooling, at the nurse.

"Oh, you finally woke up honey. Your friend here called me as soon as you pass out. Your left arm was scratched pretty deep. Probably made by a knife. You look familiar," She paused for a while and put he pen on her chin.

"Oh right. You're the one who had a black eye, a bleeding nose and a broken arm right?" She continued but I interrupted her.

"A broken wrist. Not a broken arm," I corrected her and rolled my eyes. She chuckled and left. I took a glimpse at Harry. He had stopped drooling over the nurse and was back staring at the ceiling. I wonder how I got that scratch. It was not there when I changed just now.

"Thanks again and I'm sorry I slapped your hand just now when I really needed your help," I apologized to Harry quickly and left the room. I took along my pendant and Walkman with me.

I decided to wander around the school for a while in spite of what had happened to me just a few hours ago. The school seemed to be empty. Well, the main reason was that the students had gone out to enjoy except Harry and me. Then, I felt someone breathing at my neck. I turned and once again, nobody was there. Why does this keep happening to me? Maybe I was beginning to lose my mind.

Then, I heard some noise as if the lockers were open by force. I turned back and saw the words that I never want to see or hear anymore. 'I'm Back'. The words seemed to haunt me. It was now vandalized on the lockers. I ran to wherever my legs brought me to. I stopped at the school garden. There were statues of angels there.

Suddenly, the sky became dark and it started raining. I looked at my watch and the hands seemed to be rotating non-stop. My hair and clothes became wet. Lightning strike and the thunder boomed. The wind was howling as if there was no tomorrow. The statues seemed to be looking and staring at me as if I was their victim. Everything felt so wrong then. My world seemed to be spinning around me.

I knelt down and hold my head. It hurts like hell. Raindrops touched my face and it made me look like I was crying. The statues of angels seemed to be alive and were heading towards me.

"Stop it! Stop! Enough," I cried. I did not know why and what was happening. I just wanted all this madness to stop. I did not do anything. I was innocent. I opened my eyes. The lightning flashed and showed the words 'I'm Back' written in blood. The biggest statue of all looked at me with its blood-shot eyes as if it was accusing me of murder. Then, blood began to trickle from both its eyes and ears. Blood gushed from its mouth. I opened my eyes wide with horror. I have never seen a sight like this before.

Then I heard a scream pierced through the air. I ran into the school building as fast as I could and saw something that was out of the depths of hell. I choked with my own scream.

There was Josh lying dead with blood splattered all over him. His torso had burst and it was very horrible. His intestines were scattered around him and it looks as if he had suffered a major internal rupture. The worst thing about him was that there was something in his hand. His heart. He was offering me his heart even though he was dead. The hair at the back of my neck rises as I ran back to my room.

Upon reaching my room, I closed the door behind me and locked it. I panted and sat behind the door, as if guarding it. Harry sat up and asked me what had happened. I just sat there speechless, not knowing what to say or do next.

QOF: I'm sorry if this is short. So is it scary? If not, I totally agree with you cuz like I said, it's just the APPETIZER! You won't even feel full. If yes, then you could tell me to lower down the gross parts so that I won't gross or scare any of my fellow readers and reviewers. But I still think it's not scary. I know the song 'Meant to Live' by Switchfoot doesn't really fit the situation here but I just love it so much. Please read and review!