Sammie's Choice: Part 2

On monday morning I yet again woke up with a splitting headache. This time when I stumbled to the bathroom to take my pain relief tablets I realised that it was just too painful to cope with. I walked back into my room and wrapped the sheets around myself. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die! The past week or so had been a seriously strange one. I wanted everything the police said to be true. I wanted this to just be a vandalist act or something, but deep down, at the back of my mind I knew full well that it wasn't that. And judging from the conversation my parents had last night, they knew it too. There was a light knock at the door. I knew it would be my mother. Whenever she didn't hear me walking around at this time she often got me up herself as it meant i'd slept through the alarm.
"Sammie...It's time to get up sweetie" she whispered walking over to my bed.

"Mum, I don't feel to good" I groaned. I scooted over and she sat down on my bed and brushed my hair with her fingers.
"Listen, I know this weekend has been really difficult, it scared your father and I too, your probally very stressed out right now and it's normal to feel that way. You can have all the time you need to take time out from school and just relax at home. If you like I can call in to work and get the day off? I'm sure they'll understand if I tell them what's been happening" she said kindly.

"No go to work mum i'll be fine. Just gonna lay in bed and watch some TV I should be better in no time" I smiled, I hated to tell her but I didn't really want her fussing over me every ten minutes. I just needed time to think. My mother gave me another smile and then left to go back in to her room. I wrapped the sheets tighter round me and made myself nice and cosy. For once I felt warm and at rest in my bedroom. I just needed to sleep it off, and I would be fine by this time tomorrow. I lay in silence until I heard my parent's hushed whispers again. I couldn't remember them ever being so secretive. I once again got out of bed into the icy cold air and made my way to the door.

"I just don't like it Nick!" I heard my mother hiss from inside their room.
"So he's feeling a little under the weather? Kids get sick Anna! You know, their constantly in the same building each day, all packed in together. If one of them has something everyone does. And if he's saying it's just a headache then that's all it is. Your acting like he's just annouced he has a terminal disease or something" my dad muttered.

"You should see him, his heads all hot, he's shivering, his voice is all crokey, it's just not him..." she sighed. I heard them both shuffle around the room, doing whatever they were doing and then my dad spoke again.
"I wouldn't be suprised if he's stressed out. It sounds to me like he's got a tempreture, which you and I have both had. Yes it feels awful, yes it's not nice watching him in pain, but like I said it's something kids go through."

"BUT NOT OUR SAMMIE!" I suddenly heard my mother scream. I had never in my life heard her scream at anyone. Especially not my father. They never had fights ever, any disagreements they ever had they would sort out calmly. Nothing else was said. Thinking about it I couldn't remember when i'd ever been ill...I'd never caught the common cold or throat infections. I remember having chicken poxs, but that was the childhood esential and the only way you avoided that was if you were incased in a plastic bubble as a kid, which I was not...

A few hours later the house was completely empty. I had a nice warm cup of tea and was snuggled in bed watching films. I started to feel extremely sleeping, like some sort of force was trying to make me drift off. I could even hear a hushing noise, as if someone was singing me a lulaby. I recognised the voice...It was 'R''s voice. The voice I had heard the night after I fixed his bear. He started humming a tune softly, I did not know what it was he was singing but it seemed sad in some way. Like he was lonely or something. The tune got inside my head and made me feel sad too. "Where are you?" I whispered inside my head, I knew he could hear it. The humming stopped and there was nothing but fuzzy silence in my head. Kind of like an extremely quiet white noise. I waited for five minutes and the soft humming picked up again, stronger this time, like he was right next to my bed. I pulled the covers right up to my chin, I was frightend. I think if I could see him i'd be less afraid but the fact I couldn't really freaked me out. It often made me wonder when he was actually there and if he watched everything I did. My phone rang and I pressed the answer button:

"Hey, where are you i've been looking for ya all morning!" Seth said loudly down the phone giving me even more of a headache. I quickly turned the volume of the speaker down then put the phone back to my ear.
"Oh hi, wasn't feeling at all well so decided to have the day off. Think it's just all the stress from what happened over the weekend" I mumbled, placing my hand on my throbbing forehead.

"Aww, hope you get better soon though Sammie because we need to hang out. It's been boring without ya. Hope your in tomorrow, gotta go now babe, bye, love ya!" he laughed and I heard the end of breaktime bell go off in the background.

"Love you too, bye!" I said back. I hung up the phone and sighed. I wondered if Seth and I would ever have a relationship. He certainly liked guys. And I suppose I did too, I'd never accepted myself as gay or bisexual. But looking back I had never been attracted to a girl nor imagined having a relationship or a life with one. It would make sense if we were more than just friends, but in some way it wouldn't. I'd heard of it before, two bestfriends getting together, then once the relationship was over they would hate eachothers guts. I didn't want to loose my only friend so I didn't really want to get into that situation. I wondered if maybe Seth liked me, he had kissed me. Then again he seemed like the kind of guy who would kiss any boy who found him attractive. But I liked him, I didn't know if it was more than a friend or if I just had strong feelings for him1 because i'd never had a mate before, either way he was fun to be around and I enjoyed his company a lot.

'R' let out an extremely angry roar that shook the whole house. It sounded like it came from my room but also from down the hall and even downstairs. I had no idea he had so much power. It dawned on me pretty early that he was no normal living being. That there was something supernatural about him, that he wasn't quite part of the human world. My light started flickering and the atmosphere was extremely heavy, like the weight of the sky was pressing down on my house. Suddenly the photo frames on my desk started smashing, the glass popping out of the frames like the liquid sprays out the lid after you open a shaken up soda. A vase my seven year old cousin made for me at her school fair shattered into a million pieces and the picture my mother bought me fell off the wall and cracked in half. There was a scream that echoed through my whole body, it sounded like someone was being tortured in the most brutal way possible. I screamed too and fell out of my bed, I grabbed the covers and pulled them right over myself, curling up into a ball I started shaking violently, tears pouring down my face...

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"Sammie? Oh jesus christ what happened!" I heard a mans voice say as he was standing over me. I soon realised it was my fathers, I felt him pick me up and place me back on my bed, covers and all.
"I must of fallen out of bed in my sleep..." I lied as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up at my dad who was looking down at me, as if he was trying to work out if I was telling the truth or not, "Have you just gotten home, what time is it? It feels like i've only been asleep for a couple of hours."
"It's half six. You must of been asleep all day. Are you hungry? Does your head still hurt?" he asked.

"Yeah the headaches still bad and if it's ok can you just make me some pasta please?" I smiled. I needed him to leave the room quickly so I could have time to myself. The minute my dad left the room I jumped up and went to get my laptop. I realised my father had completely missed all the wreckage in my room and was obviously more concerned that I was balled up on the floor. I quickly scuttered around my room and tried to clear up as much of the damage as I could then went back to my bed and turned on my laptop. I knew I had to talk to someone. Someone who couldn't get in contact with my parents to easily to tell them what I had said. I had a lot of family living over in America as it was where my grandma was originally from. I descided on my cousin Shannon who I had not seen since I was about seven years old (he was three years older than me) but we often e-mailed eachother about three times a year just to see how one another were getting on. I quickly sent him an e-mail asking if he could call me later, I understood that he probally wouldn't as it was exspensive but I needed to get it off my chest.

A few hours later the phone rang...
"Hello?" I said cautiously when I answered the phone.
"Sammie, it's Shannon" I heard a voice say. It suprised me hearing his voice, but then again I hadn't heard it for many years now.
"Hey cuz...How are things? How's the career going?"
"Is this what you wanted to talk about, because this is costing me loa-"
"Sorry...sorry, just trying to find the right way to tell you this!" I groaned and slouched against my wall.
"Okay, try and be quick..." he sighed. I felt bad wasting his money, so I quickly pulled myself together then spoke.
"I don't know, I feel like i'm going crazy. So many weird things have been happening. I don't know if you heard but our house was broken into the other day..." I paused for a moment.
"Mmhm, yeah. What's up with that?"

"My parents were out and they came home and the living room was trashed. They didn't take anything, just destroyed stuff, left no evidence of breaking in, no finger prints were found even though it was obvious things had been touched. The police are saying it was vandalists but I think everyone knows that's bullshit! Also I over heard my parents talking, the only thing that was missing was a photograph of me..."
"Woah, that's really weird Sammie...Anything else?"

"I keep hearing voices, seeing weird things and dreaming of weird things. Doors randomly slam by themselves when there's no wind. Weird shadows with nothing causing them. Objects appearing, disapearing and things being broken. I know I sound crazy and for a while I thought I was going mad, that i'd been reading to many scary books or something! But my parents are starting to get worried too, I can tell..." I explained quickly.
"What's the voice like? Is it always the same one or different? Is there a link between the things that are broken, anything at all? Even the smallest thing" he asked.
"It's a guys voice, deffinately in his late teens or early twenties. He sounds really friendly...It's normally him talking to me inside my head, but sometimes there are screams or roars that shake the whole house. And no, I can't think of anything that links it all together..." I mumbled.
"That's a shame, because..."

"Wait!" I said suddenly and then it all hit me as my mind gathered together all the things that had been destroyed. "Shan...If we had been broken into they would of destroyed or taken things of value right? They didn't wreck the TV downstairs. And when my room was destroyed earlier today they didn't break my TV, laptop, phone or i-pod or anything that costed alot. However what they did break were things that involved other people. What I mean is they destroyed photographs with family or items that people had bought or made for me..." I whispered, it was all very weird.
"No way have you been broken into! At first I would of thought a stalker, but if the police checked your house a few days ago for DNA samples and didn't find anything then that can't be the case. I'm thinking ghosts or something supernatural like that. God now i'm the one who sounds crazy! But seriously, if you think it could be something more than just people fucking around and destroying your home then call someone who knows how to deal with paranormal activity or maybe an exspert of excorcism just incase it's a bad spirit. That's the only advice I can give you" he said sounding disapointed.
"Okay, well thanks cuz" I said.
"Yeah...goodluck!" I heard him say before he hung up the phone.

I sat down on my bed and sighed. I descided to tell my parents how I felt and what we needed to do. Even if they didn't believe the house was haunted i'm sure they would still give whatever it was that needed to be done a try.

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On wednesday evening there was a loud knock on the door. Me and my mother sat nervously in the living room while my dad got up to answer the door. The talk I had with them about the hauntings had gone well. Even though my mum had not seen the things I had she too deffinately felt paranoid in the house and constantly felt like she was being watched. At first my father thought we were being ridiculous, but after I told him the things that had happened and he saw I was not lying, he agreed to calling up a specialist if it would put my mind at rest.
"Hello, please come in" I heard my dad say to whoever was at the front door. I heard footsteps towards the front room.

I already had an image of what he would look like in my head, but when he came through the door he took my breath away. I exspected him to be either really old or really geeky like they were in the films and books I had read, but this guy was young, fit and extremely goodlooking. I even saw my mum checking him out! He sat down in the armchair opposite from where we were all sitting and pulled out a note pad and a pen.
"Thank you for coming. Were so greatful that you could get here just a couple of days atfer we called you" my mother said greatfully.

"That's quite alright. I personally don't get that many calls, however the ones who have been in this job longer than I have normally have atleast four calls a day" he laughed softly, he had beautiful white teeth. We sat with him and explained everything that had been going on in the past couple of weeks. He sat there listening patiently, writing down notes or gently tapping his fingers against his defined cheek bones.
"Jelousy" he said suddenly cutting into my father's sentance.
"I'm sorry?" my dad said back to him, looking just as confused as the rest of us.

"The spirit or entity seems to have chosen Sammie as the one he wants to get closest too. I sense that Sammie is a very lonely child and that's why it has chosen him to bond with. I do not think that Sammie is in any danger or that it will intentionally hurt anyone who is close to him however, whatever it is seems to make it quite clear it wants to be the only one Sammie pays attention too. Today I will try some basic excercises to get rid of whatever is targeting Sammie, if that doesn't work, then I will come back at some point this month and try a much stronger one" he explained. He then turned his attention to me and me only, "Sammie I want you to walk through the house with me, if that's okay?" I stood straight away. Even though he had given me the choice whether or not to walk with him alone I still felt as if it was more of an order than an actual question.

We got up and left the room. I was puzzled as to why he wanted to be alone with me but then I figured it was because this 'thing' was mostly drawn to me, this did not frighten me as I had known it was haunting me more than anyone else anyway.
"Mister..." I mumbled.
"Please, call me Jack" he said. His name seemed too common to suit such a gorgeous man, but I liked it anyway.
"I sense you are a very shy and timid boy" he said, I guess he wasn't uses his physic powers, it was obvious I was extremely shy, especially around someone as attractive as him.
"That's right" I whispered. We were standing upstairs in the hallway, facing eachother, I looked down at the floor and compared our feet. His were large and wide inside his smart black shoes, the way a man's feet should be. I looked at my own bare feet, small and smooth, with short elegant toes, like a young girl's.

"That's a shame" he sound confidently and I felt his large powerful hand on my shoulder. Shaking slightly I looked up into his deep blue eyes, "you are a very beautiful young man and someone like you should have a lot of friends" he sighed, staring back into my own eyes. My heart began hammering in my chest, I was pretty sure he could hear it. My skin tingled as he pulled me closer and bent his head down. He looked at me like I had put him in a trance or something. Our noses brushed together, he was so warm and I could feel his breath against my chin. He made me feel safe, safer than I had felt for a long time in my home. He closed his eyes and so did I, he may of been a lot older than me but I wanted to kiss him anyway. Our lips were just about to touch when there was a ear-piercing roar and once again the house shook as if it had been hit by a tornado. The two of us tumbled apart and I fell to the floor.

Jack started muttering a few words which I soon realised were lines to get rid of whatever was haunting me. I shot downstairs to see if my parents were ok. They were on the floor holding eachother, my mother was scared to death. I heard a few screams coming from outside, like a large group of young men and women running for their lives. I sprinted over to the back door, my father's voice was behind me, yelling at me to come back to safety. I saw figures shooting across my backgarden to the fence. There were about eight of them and they looked exactly like people yet as they ran they kept appearing and re-appearing through what looked like a cloud of black smoke around their bodies.

Quicker than a flash they were over my back fence and making their way across the field behind my house. I ran as fast as I could. I don't know why I chased after them, in theory they could of caused me a lot of harm if I was to catch up with one of them. But I wasn't thinking straight. I was mad at them for harrassing me and I wanted to know why I had been chosen. Suddenly one of them tripped and fell straight on his face and slid across the grass. The rest of them did not wait for him, but disapeared into the distance. Out of breath I stopped and stood right over him. He was wearing jeans and a loose white shirt but was bare footed. He rolled over and for the second time today my breath was taken away.

It was him. It was 'R'. I could tell just by looking into his beautiful grey eyes. 'R' had lightly tanned skin, black hair and a pair of red, full lips and a set of straight white teeth which he flashed as he grinned at me. I looked down his body to his mid-section, his grass stained shirt was undone showing his hard, toned stomach and two brown nipples. I looked down at him into his eyes, he didn't look afraid, his eyes were bright but also very calm. He propped the top half of his body up by his elbows and looking straight into my eyes, with a voice I had heard many times before he stated; "Wow Sammie, your even more gorgeous up close!"

Hey guys, sorry part 2 has taken so long and I apologize that it's a bit slow to start with however it's going to be much different than my first story. Please let me know if I should continue it or not. :)