My run slowed to a tired walk. My legs felt loose and wobbly, and I my breaths were hard. I looked behind me. Everything was still foggy, and I had passed back through the gate. I didn't see the man but nor did I see any trace that Henry had been here.

It felt like I was breathing in smoke. My lungs were stinging and my eyes were burning. The foggy atmosphere had stayed the same, however. What was with the air? I couldn't handle it, everything about this cemetary made me feel sick. My headaches grew worse, my eyesight was drying up, my body felt like sticks and clumps of nothing, and my sensitive parts were sore.

I drug myself along the path. The cemetary was huge, so finding Henry was going to be quite the task. If I even had the strength to do it. I pushed the pistol into my pocket. I searched in my pocket and found Henry's thin black flashlight. I pulled it out and clicked it on. It's beam slid through the trees and graves. I circled around the area, the beam bouncing from my shaking hands.

I saw nothing and continued to walk forward. I went back up the hill where the dug up graves were.

When I walked past Taylor's I saw something weird about it. I didn't notice it at first, but just staring at the grave was enough to shake up my insides. And I have learned from experiences to trust my instincts.

I figured out what was wrong with it. Blood splotches were across Taylor's name. I knew I was passing over the blood since many of the graves here were spotted with blood stains. This however, looked and sort of smelled, like it was fresh. There was short pieces of hair stuck in some spots. Just like animal hair?

I turned and looked at Lisa's gravestone. I didn't scream when I saw it but I gasped. I did not have strength to scream. Blood written letters were sliding across the stone, saying a short sentence that wasn't in recognizable handwriting.

I'M ALWAYS WATCHING YOU

It was written several times in different spots on the stone. Some went up, some went across, some went down, and some went diagnol from the corners. It was even in the dirt and a few were written on a tree near her stone. One was in the middle of the stone, but it was a tad bit different.

I'M ALWAYS BEHIND YOU

It made my stomach squeeze. I jerked around, but it was only Taylor and Janet's graves there. I felt like someone or something was watching me, and I didn't like it. I started to walk, or stumble, quickly across the path. No noises I heard but that of my own. No voices or steps, nothing but my own.

I found my way back towards the shack I encountered earlier. The doors to the underground place were still opened and I walked back to the front doors far around the ground entrance.

I saw the rusty lock tight around the handle. I pulled out the key I had found in the small room. It slid in just as easily as it did in padlock on the gate. I twisted it and the moment it clicked and fell I pulled the key out. I pushed the door and it creaked backwards into the room.

The shack was an ugly and unkept bunch of boards, but the inside was actually nicely kept together. Candles were once again creepily light along all edges of the room, and papers of a skinny man about three inches taller than me was plastered around different parts of the room. I noticed a large picture of an old woman tacked in the middle of maps. She looked mean and had three crosses tied to necklaces around her neck. Her eyes glared at the camera and her nose was pointed. Her chin was thin and wrinkles sagged beneath her eye sockets.

I stared up at her with my watering eyes. My eyes were no longer in the fog but they were still irritated from being in it so long. Many papers were resting on the table at the end wall of the room. I walked over to it, and I was startled to find a picture of Liz laying on there. Her picture was paper clipped with many others, a clump in my hand holding them. I removed the clip.

First I held Liz's. It was a picture someone had took at the bar she liked. At the bottom in the same handwriting I saw on the grave was written 'Liz Schultz'. I stared hard at her picture, and then set it down on the table.

The next picture was of a little girl. She was playing with a stuffed toy giraffe in the grass. At the bottom read 'Carry Minder'. I placed it on top of Liz and looked at the next picture. It was a teenage boy smiling from a computer he was playing on. His name was Brad Gentaz. I removed it and looked at the next picture.

I was surprised to see it was a little black dog. It's name was Mimi. I set it down and looked at the next one. I stood frozen and wide eyed.

It was me.

I was sitting on the stool next to the empty patient chair stabbing myself with a needle. My eyes were wide open and dark black circles were enclosed in them. Blood was dripping on the floor from my wrists. The needle was digging deep inside my veins and cutting up my skin, and my face looked terrified. 'Clara Rickettson' was written at the bottom of the picture.

I dropped the rest of the pictures on the floor, with my laying right on top. I stepped back and looked around the room, my voice cracking and cowering. I couldn't think and I couldn't breath.

I stumbled and fell on my back outside. It was quiet and my eyes felt a full blast of fog wander it's way into my sockets. It clouded them and I squeezed my eyelids shut and rolled onto my side. I heard paper rustling above me. I opened my irritated eyeballs and looked above me at the fence. A white piece of paper was sticking in the fence.

I got up and reached for it. It was about as high as I could possibly get my hand up there. I finally grabbed it and opened it.

I've been here a long time. I don't know what's going on and I can't find Henry. I'm getting this pain in my chest.

Clara

I read it again. I read the name again. But I never wrote anything the whole time I was here. And this was in my handwriting... but I never wrote it. Was it some sort of trick? Was someone messing with my head?

I looked around but I saw no one there. I heard moans off in the distance, but they sounded miles and miles away. Just like if you lived near the beach, you could hear the boats. It sounded like that, except far more creepier.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. It was dark and pressing buttons on it didn't make anything light up. There was a crack in it's screen and some of the numbers were fading. I pushed it back into my pocket with my gun, flashlight, key, and the other note. I walked away from the shack.

I wasn't feeling any better at all. I felt like I was getting sicker, my whole body felt cold now. I shivered and continued to walk forward, to where I had no idea. Maybe I could find Henry?

I walked past a gate I was not familiar with. Red letters in words I couldn't make out were on the gate. I went through anyways.

I stopped when I heard noises. It sounded like a shovel and a man grunting. I stood on my tiptoes and looked over the giant pile of broken cement and rocks. I saw a man there, digging a grave.

I walked slowly around the cement and peered at him again. He wasn't brutal looking or huge, he wasn't even as big as Henry. Just a little bit taller and a tad bit wider than me. I was afraid to approach him though.

He walked away from the grave. I listened closely and his footsteps did not go far. I heard them coming back to the hole he dug, but he was dragging something now. When he came into view I saw it was a body.

I placed my hand over my mouth so he wouldn't hear me if something came out. The body he was dragging was skinned and it was covered in blood and decaying muscle. It left a blood trail behind it. There were hacks in it, like from a giant knife. The skinny guy threw him easily into the hole and started to bury him.

My heart began to pound. The tall guy who attacked me and Henry had a machete. The body had hacks from a giant knife in it's body. He couldn't... he didn't... it couldn't have been him.

"Henry!" I felt the words slip from my lips. The man shoveling stopped and I hid behind the rocks. I peered through the cracks. His head slowly turned my direction. I saw his eyes, which were a piercing dark blue and he had a long thin nose. His chin was small and ended shortly after his lips. I saw him smile and he stood up straight. He put his shovel up right and stabbed it in the dirt next to him.

"Clara?" His voice was light, and I was surprised this man was a threat to me. The only scary thing I saw in him was his eyes. I slowly and quietly pulled my gun out of my pocket and got it ready. I took a deep breath and jumped out from behind the rock, aiming right at him. He stared at me and the gun for a second, then his eyes trailed up and down my body. He smiled.

"Don't move, I have experience with guns!" I lied. He cocked an eyebrow at me but he was still smiling. My hand was shaking and he must have saw.

"I don't think you have." He told me. My breathing was harder and my eyes were stinging.

"Yes, I have. How would you know!" I barked at him. He laughed and threw his shovel aside. He held his hands up in the air above his head.

"See?" He walked over to me and didn't even flinch when I pulled the gun towards his head. He grabbed the gun away from me and grabbed my hand. "I won't hurt you." I did not trust his eyes. They looked cold and dishonest, mean and even looked a little bit thirsty. I mean, I knew he was stuck here with me, but what was he doing and what did he want?

I jerked my hand away and he smirked. "Don't touch me." I demanded quietly, not leaving his eyes. He lifted his head and leaned it to the side, but his eyeballs looked down and still at mine. He sighed.

"What did you plan to do, exactly, Clara?" He spun the gun around in his fingers on his right hand. "After you killed me?" I stared at him and said nothing. He waited until he finally smiled, his teeth not showing. I felt scared, and my chest was starting to sting a little. I stepped back from him. He watched me and kept playing with the gun. His cold eyes were chilling me every minute longer I stared at them.

I heard my phone. It was warning me again, it was making that sound. I pulled it out and it's static groaning enveloped my ears. I quickly threw it back in my pocket and looked around. I looked at the man. He grinned and stopped flipping the gun. I heard moans close by. I saw something walking behind him.

It was the monster. The tall and hugely wide man that killed Liz. The man in front of me turned around to him and started to yell. He pointed at me and was screaming things in that unknown language. The monster backed away in fear of him.

"What?" I managed to blurt. He turned around to me and his expression slightly softened. He either enjoyed me or liked to toy with me. "What is that? What are you speaking!" He grinned at me and I heard his chuckle.

"Why, Clara." He continued to say. "That is the language of God." I stared at him with a pause, but broke it with another one of my yells.

"No... no it's not!" I remembered what the book did to Liz's dog. "It killed Milo. It kills things!" He lowered his head and his piercing eyes stared at me. I could see him grinning still underneath them.

"Are we talking about the same God?" I stared at him and I felt myself shaking. He was grinning still and the man behind him stood up. "Didn't think so. The one your talking about can't save you here. No one can, Clara. Except..." He lifted his head and smiled at me again. He still had my gun in his right hand. "Me, of course."

I ran and elbowed him out of my way. He flew a little to the side and I dashed past the brute who killed Liz. His glance followed me out the gates ahead and I kept running. Where was Henry? Was he still alive?

The pain in my chest starting getting worse. Who was that man? What did he mean he could help me? He did seem to have some control over the other man. Did he have something to do with all of this?

I heard hacks of a knife close by. I slowed down and stopped. No one was following me, but my phone was going insane.

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This is going to be the last chapter for awhile, I won't be able to get to the computer for about a week. PLEASE review, I've put a lot of work into this story and it would be nice to hear what people think of it so far. I'm always open to suggestions as well. Thanks.