pg 1

The night my life changed was a cold Friday night. It was the cold you think of when death comes knocking on your door—cold and heartless, ready to take you away at a moment's notice. The day itself was a blur. It was my 28th birthday, and I spent it with my family and friends. im not going to lie; I started drinking early. It's not something I've done too often since my son Jason was born, but you only turn 28 once, and everyone kept giving me drinks, so I just went with the flow and kep knocking them back by the end of the night; I ended up blacking out. Around 2 in the morning, I woke up to the sound of my son screaming. My eyes shot open. I looked at my LED watch. It read 2:59 in the morning. I groaned, thinking he just had another nightmare. He had them a lot lately; something about the darkness eating everything around him. I didn't know what to make of it; really, I thought it was just a child's imagination at work; that and all the scary movies he likes to watch when he believes me and my wife were not looking. I slowly sat up and sighed, looking around the pitch-black room. I could make out vague outlines of the furniture lining the room. I looked over to my wife's side of the bed to see if Jason had woke her up, but I noticed she was not there. Thinking she had gone to check on him, I sat back on the bed, resting my face in my hands and closing my eyes for a moment. I wanted to wait for her to ask if everything was alright when she returned. No longer than two minutes had passed when I heard Jason let out a scream that made my blood run cold 

Jason: DADDY!!!

I could hear the panic and fear in his voice. It made my heart drop. I shot to my feet, my thoughts racing through my head, not knowing what could make a kid who wasn't scared of anything but a few bad dreams scream like that. I ran out of the room as fast as I could, the fear of not knowing what was happening to my son driving me forward through the dark hallway of my home. I made it halfway to his room. The distance wasn't far. It was a three-bedroom home with all the bedrooms being on the second floor, but with my mind racing like it was, it felt like running miles. At the halfway point, my world went sideways as my feet shot from under me, my head making contact with the wall before my body hit the floor, my head slamming against the floor with a solid thud. I felt my mind swimming as my vision faded to black momentarily before returning to a hazy tent. I looked around, confused, before my mind started to clear, and I remembered what I was doing. I quickly collected myself from the floor, returning to my feet as fast as I could without slipping again. The task was complicated with the slick substance that coated the floor; it also coated my body. It was hot and sticky, but my mind was racing too fast to process what it could be.

( To those who have read my story so far, thank you so much. It has made reworking it easier to stay motivated with it. It kep me going. I will rewrite and repost what I have written so far for the story. I've added more to the story with my new thoughts, ideas, and more details, so I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please like the story and leave me a comment on your thoughts and ideas. I am motivated to work on these, knowing people enjoy reading them. I currently have eight pages of rough drafts done that I am trying to work on when I have free time from work, so posts might be far between, but more are coming, so please bear with me.)