WARNING SEXUAL CONTENTS...IT'LL GET WORSE!

Don't worry I'll do this epilogue style of text a lot less. It just to make sure you understand what has happened.

After that terrific night, Maureen and Dodge kept a close eye on their daughter. Catrina became very clingy to them, as they were to her. For a few years she would sleep in her mum and dads room. She was collected from school 10 minutes earlier, so she wouldn't mingle in a crowd and be lost. After 5 years they decided to give her a little freedom. She was back in her own room again, she walked to school and back with her friends. And she could run around in the garden and sketch, without her dad closely monitoring her.

Years went by...Catrina spent her childhood like any other kid her age. The memories of the frightening evening had passed, they turned into just faint memories, which then turned to forgotten nightmares.

7 years later...

"It wasn't like casual sex...actually it was kind of rough, but is a one night stand, casual sex?" Emma said, while gesturing her hands.

"I don't want to know, Em !" Catrina rolled her eyes, the look of disgust edging on her face.

"Well I wanna know, I want to see where I stand with this guy?" Emma took a sip from her strawberry milkshake.

"Guys, can you stop talking about me, right in front of me...and 'this guy' has a name!"

Emma leaned sideways, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry baby...but I needed a second opinion." She kissed him on the neck affectionately, then she sat up, still rubbing his thigh.

"So when are you gonna be ready to get laid?" Emma asked, smiling cheekily at Catrina.

Catrina stared at Emma shocked with her mouth open. "Soon as you stop making it sound like an offer!"

"Oh come on, you've been dating this new guy...err Robert, for like 5 weeks, and you haven't even brought the come on yet?"

"Excuse me?" Catrina said, furrowing her brow. "I don't believe I'm having this conversation with you pervs." She got up from her chair, dragging her sketch pad with her, and she walked around behind her friends to leave.

Emma and her boyfriend smiled cheekily at her. "Oh yeah... I almost forgot, are you coming to Stacey's house party tonight?" Emma leaned her head back to see Catrina opening the cafe door.

"Errr no... I got to go to one of those job interview thingys." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "My mum thinks it's best to have a job ready when I start college." Catrina exited the cafe, breathing in the fresh air around her.

She broke into a jog down the main street, as she approached the park she slowed down to a speedy walk. She looked about her, couples were sun bathing on the grass, young teens skate-boarding around the bandstand, and a mixture of hippies and hobos we playing guitars and singing under trees.

Suddenly a great gush of wind blew about her, leaves went flying, strands of her hair spiralled around her face, her tight jumper even rippled against her cold skin, then her sketch pad flew out of her hand. Catrina ran after it, when she caught up with it, it had landed near the foot of a park bench. As she bent down to reach it, she sensed someone sitting on the bench, watching her. She quickly looked up, she caught a glimpse of what looked like the corner of a navy blue overcoat disappearing around a tall hedge. Catrina jumped up and rushed to the hedge, to peer around the corner, no one was there. She shook off the feeling, and proceeded out of the park.

Catrina steadily jogged back home clutching her pad tightly to her chest, her hair flowing behind her. She reached her house and scrambled inside, slamming the door behind her.

"Honey, your back already...I thought you would be out with Robert or your friends for another 40 minutes?" Maureen's head poked around the kitchen door.

"Well I had to get away, I got a whole lot of studying to do...err...bye!" Catrina rushed upstairs without another word.

She went into her bedroom and locked the door. She then jumped onto her bed, and began skimming through the pages of her pad. Every page was covered in detailed drawings of ships, each and every one unique and unknown to her. Then as she reached the last two pages she found that they were covered in different sketches of a little girl dressed in a fine party dress, which she didn't remember drawing.

Catrina glanced at her watch 4:00pm, she had another 65 minutes before her interview. She jumped up and began to change her clothes. She slipped into a black skirt and tights (pantyhose), with matching high heeled boots, and then she put on a dark green V necked top. Catrina pulled her blondie brown hair into a high pony-tail, and then she applied some lip-gloss.

She walked downstairs, flicking through her drawings, then she entered the kitchen. Her mum looked up from her magazine at her and smiled pleasantly. "You look nice."

"Thanks." Catrina sat on a stool next to the countertop. Maureen turned her back to her daughter to wash the pots. "Err...mum, what's the Antonio Graza."

There was a great clatter of pots, Maureen stiffened. "Why do you ask?"

"Err...I'm just curious that's all?"

"I know, but you wouldn't have mentioned it...if you hadn't had some source of information." Maureen's voice began to get edgy.

Catrina said nothing and slid her open pad across the counter, her mum dried her hands on a flannel and silently looked through her pad. Maureen turned every page to be greeted by another memory, she never blinked once. "Did you draw all of these?"

"Yeah."

"But how, you couldn't have seen these ships by sight."

"I see them in my dreams...but I don't understand, why won't I see them by sight...are they in a different country or are they out at sea?"

"No...their over 1000ft below sea level to be precise." Maureen folded her arms. "And they sunk before you were born."

Catrina stared wide eyed at her drawings. "But who's the girl?" Catrina stretched across the table and flipped over a few pages.

Maureen jumped back from the counter. "Have you seen this girl in your dreams?" She looked horror struck.

"Mum, who is that girl...do you know her?"

Maureen pulled herself together "Her name is Katie Harwood, she was a passenger on the Antonio Graza...and that is her resting place."

"Did she drown?" Catrina asked, slightly spooked.

Maureen looked wearily at her daughter unsure if she should tell her everything. "No...she was murdered, by a couple of crew members, she was one of the many others that were murdered on that ship."

Catrina stood horrified. "Murdered...but why!"

"Greed Catrina, Greed...you see, there were crates of gold on the ship, who ever got their hands on that would have become millionaires...maybe even billionaires."

"But why kill all of the passengers...why not leave the ship, and take the gold with them."

"Because they needed the ship to transport the gold...and the passengers would have got in the way."

"The gold...did it belong to all the passengers?" Catrina questioned.

Maureen turned her back. "No...it belonged to a man that was onboard at the time." Her voice became quiet.

"Who was he...was he a passenger...did he die with the others?" Catrina continued.

"Your asking too many questions." Her mother walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Catrina stood there awhile letting everything catch up with her, then she followed her mum.

"Is any of this to do with the bogeyman?"

Maureen turned around puzzled. "The bogeyman?"

"Yes...the man that came after us when I was little." Catrina watched her mum stare her in the face with fear.

"How did you remember that?" Maureen approached her daughter.

"I have faint memories of it, or you could say nightmares." Her mother looked at sympathetically. "Mum...what he said...he won't come after me will he?"

"No... it's been 12 years now...he's probaby forgotten by now...why'd you ask...you haven't seen him have you!" Maureen approached to look into Catrina's green eyes.

"No I haven't, I just want to know what he meant by me being his?"

"My my, you remember a lot,...oh it meant nothing, he's just a very possessive person that's all." She replied, getting slightly agitated.

"So you knew him then-"

"No no...I didn't."

"You must of, he mentioned you by name...and...and you called him...Jack!" Catrina exclaimed, she pulled away. "How come I'm getting the feeling your not telling me everything!"

"Because I'm telling you stuff that is safe for you to know!"

"And just what is that supposed to mean!" Catrina yelled. "I know you think I'm a little girl...but I'm not anymore, and I know a little more than you think I know!"

"Like what!"

"Well...in my dreams I've seen you, dad, and Granddad going on a ship which looks very similar to the Antonio Graza, I've seen you wrestling with Jack the bogeyman, then I've seen you nodding in agreement totally calm...even though Jack was in the room!"

Suddenly the clock chimed. They both stopped and looked at the clock. "I'm gonna be late...bye!" Catrina broke the silence and ran for the door, grabbing her handbag on the way.

She rushed out of the door. Her heels clicked heavily on the tarmac as she jogged down the street. She hated moving fast in heels. The chilling wind which made contact with her exposed skin, made her teeth chatter. She turned into the main street, Catrina began to pick up the pace, her bobble flew out of her hair and landed on the pavement, she didn't bother to go back for it. She ran by loads of people, who were all curious to where she was running to. She glanced at her watch 5:05, the time her interview was dure to start. Her legs seized up as they protested for a rest, her chest heaved painfully, she tasted copper in her mouth. Catrina ran up the steps of the 'Gap' store, she wrapped her ice cold fingers around the steel handle of the door, and pulled. The door remained shut-

"Shit!" She kicked the door in frustration. She tried the door again, and without suceeding she banged her palms against the doors. "Oh come on...I was only like a minute late." She placed her foot on one door, and pulled with all her might on the other door. Then she decided to bash the door with her side, but as she did, she caught her head on the glass, and she mouthed a wide 'ow' as she rubbed her bruise. Catrina gave up and turned to leave, noticing passer byers had stopped to watch her trying to get in, in amusement. She blushed as she started to walk the long way home.

"I could have gone to Stacey's party...but nooo, I went to a stupid job interview, which is now cancelled." She muttered to herself as she swung her handbag to and thro. "Now I have to go home and face my mum and dad, and tell them I didn't get the job because I was late...then I have to tell them to turn on the TV, 'because I might be featured on a cops programme...subject tempting to break and enter.' She kicked a can.

After about 5 minutes of walking, she thought about the Antonio Graza. 'If the crew had killed all the passengers, and they still had the gold, and they were preparing to sail away into the sunset, why the hell did it sink?' As she was thinking, she hadn't noticed the wind had increased in force around her. 'Did it hit an iceberg or something...err wait...then how come my mum and dad on it?...wowe I'm getting way over my head here!' She thought.

Suddenly she sensed someone was walking behind her, she picked up her pace, bringing her handbag to her shoulder. The person behind her had increased their speed as well, she panicked slightly and began to jog, she prayed she wouldn't trip and brake her neck on her heels. The sound pattern her shoes were making, matched her followers'. Catrina found herself braking into a run, fear caused her lungs to seize up, as she tore along the pavement. She saw her house in the distance. She darted across the road and scrambled into her house, slamming the door shut behind her, her frame shook with terror.

"Hello?...I'm back!" Catrina partly yelled, she slipped off her shoes.

As she calmed down, she realised how cold it was in the house, and it chilled her to the bone. She would normally find her mum and dad watching TV in the living room, but all the lights were out and TV wasn't even on, so it was deadly quiet.

"Mum...Dad!" There was no response.

She hated the idea of being alone in a dark house. If it was her birthday, then she would have been thrilled, because the lights could suddenly switch on, and all her friends and family could jump out from under the table and behind the curtains yelling 'SURPRISE!' But her birthday was a week away, she knew that wouldn't happen. She smelt a very familiar scent, but she couldn't place it.

She noticed a small note on the table, she picked it up -suddenly there was a clatter from the kitchen, Catrina jumped around, her heart drummed hard in her ribs. She saw that a light was on. "Who's there!"

"It's only me honey!" Catrina heard her mum say.

She rounded the corner, to find her mother washing the pots, she felt slightly relieved, but kind of unnerved. "Err mum...why are you washing the pots, again?"

"Erm...I thought they could do with another clean."

Catrina nodded and mouthed an 'O', while rocking on the balls of her feet. She was startled by her mum turning around open armed. "Oh honey!"

Catrina jumped backwards. "Aren't you mad?"

Maureen stood for a moment and thought. "Why should I be mad? I'm just glad your home." She made to hug her again.

"Where's dad?" She said, as she took a step back.

"Oh...he's gone out to get a pizza." Maureen replied hesitantly.

"Oh, okay then...bye!" Catrina quickly backed out the kitchen and headed for the stairs. She brought the note closer to her eyes, it said;

Gone to get Chinese,
back in a jiff !
Mum xx

Catrina's eyes widened, and before she could take action, she felt a pair of strong arms cross over her arms, and pull tightly around her waist. She kicked and screamed as her feet left the floor. A hand came up to her mouth, to silence her, but it only muffled her cries slightly. Then she saw something she only thought she would see in sci-fi films, her attacker's hand began to glow a yellowy colour, and she was greeted by the smell of chloroform, her eyelids grew heavy, and her breathing became slow as she drifted into the darkness, and was rendered unconscious.

Jack held Catrina's limp form in his arms, he placed one arm behind her back and his other behind her knees, and then he lifted, he was surprised at how light she was. Just as he dematerialised he muttered under his breath "Gotcha!'"