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Chapter 1
The shadowed figures appeared in front of me like two ballet dancers pirouetting on a stage as they reenacted the scenes from a well-loved story.
Their bodies spun around in effortless circles, their arms were raised above their heads, and they pointed their satin-covered feet as they completed their final turns.
But then the ballet dancers straightened out their bodies as they stared directly at me. Their black, emotionless eyes stared deep into my own, and they drifted toward me like figure skaters gliding across the ice.
They didn’t seem beautiful now, though. They seemed cryptic, and they moved as if in a trance.
“Come, Grayson,” the male dancer whispered as he held out his hand for me to take.
“Join us,” the female added as she stood beside her male partner.
Then, in the background of the dark stage, a blue light began to glow, and it became larger and brighter the more I looked at it.
A deep gust of wind started to blow between myself and the dancers. Thick fog formed around us, and before I knew what was happening, the dancers had my hands in theirs, and they pulled me toward the blue light like I weighed nothing at all.
Part of me wanted to join the dancers, but the other part of me knew to be wary.
Nothing good was going to happen if I allowed them to take me toward the light.
I had seen this all before.
Just as that realization hit me, the background began to change.
The shadowed figures remained in a frozen position, and the light continued to glow, but the stage vanished completely. It wasn’t long before I recognized the dark walls that caged me in like some animal caught in a trap. I recognized the white pentacle painted beneath my feet, and I instantly knew exactly where I was.
I was caught in the basement of the Rho Alpha Theta sorority house.
The home to a coven of five witches.
Stormy winds and fog swirled around me and threatened to swallow me whole, but all I could really focus on were the shadowed dancers before me. They slipped their arms around mine, locked their bony fingers with my own, and used all of their power and might to haul me toward the glowing blue light ahead.
“No!” I cried as I wrenched myself free. “No!”
“Come,” the man whispered, but his voice slipped into the angered wind.
“Join us,” the female said again.
I whipped my head from side to side in an attempt to get someone’s attention.
“Robyn, Mo,” I gasped.
But neither my girlfriend nor my best friend could hear me.
I even turned to search for the witches of the coven, just in case they were part of this beautiful, yet terrifying dance sequence.
“Julia!” I shouted. “Willow, Samantha!”
I just made out the vague outlines of their bodies, and all five of them stood in a circle around me, but none of them seemed to hear the distress in my voice.
I called out their names over and over, but every time a name left my lips, the shadowed figures pulled tighter on my hands and arms, and although their eyes were emotionless, I was almost certain I saw evil smirks curl across their mouths.
Finally, I freed myself from their grasps before I spun around in a circle and searched for a way out.
I knew the basement came with a spiral staircase, and at the top of that staircase was the door that led to the rest of the house.
The wrought-iron handrail came into view behind Mo’s broad shoulders, and I used every ounce of power and determination I could muster in order to slip past my friends, away from the shadowed figures, and over to the staircase.
But then, just as I slipped my fingers across the handrail, the entire thing vanished, like a puff of smoke into the darkened sky. My hand fell through the air and slapped against my leg as the entire staircase began to disappear.
“No!” I yelled.
“There’s no way out, Grayson,” the male figure whispered.
“You must follow us now,” the female added. “That is the only way.”
There had to be another way.
I still had to save Hartry. Lives depended on me, so there was no way I was going to follow the shadowed figures toward the blue light, especially not until I’d exhausted every option.
“The energy has been summoned,” Samantha’s mumbled voice whispered behind me. “Together we must fill the void.”
“Samantha?” I gasped as I spun around to face her. “Can you hear me?”
Sure, Samantha was a total bitch, but if she helped me to escape, then I could look past her sullen attitude.
But Samantha couldn’t hear me.
Her head remained bowed, and her red hair fell over her shoulders and added a strange splash of color to the darkness that surrounded me.
“The energy has been summoned,” Julia, Willow, and Samantha whispered at the same time. “Together we must fill the void.”
“Come, Grayson,” the shadowed figure appeared again, but this time he locked his hands under my arms.
“This is where you’re meant to be, Grayson,” the female added as she solidified the lock they’d formed around me.
I tried to reach out to Robyn, Mo, and any of the girls, and I tried calling their names over and over, but my words instantly lost their volume, and the basement was soon filled with nothing but the sound of the shattering wind.
“There has to be another way,” I whispered. “There has to be another way.”
The shadowed figures pulled me back, closer and closer to the blue light, and despite how hard I dug my heels into the ground, and how I tried to swing myself free, it felt like there was no getting away from the figures.
They wanted to take me to the closet, where the blue light shined brightly, and they weren’t going to take no for an answer. I wasn’t sure why that was so important, or what sat beyond the closet door, but I assumed I was about to find out.
I had to accept my fate, and accept the fact that no matter how hard I tried, the figures were stronger than I was.
I just wished I had the opportunity to say goodbye before the figures took me away.
“Master,” Julia’s whispered voice suddenly broke through the darkness. “Master, we call to you.”
“Master, you have filled the void,” Willow said in the same hushed tone. “Together we are one.”
“We have formed a connection,” Samantha added. “A connection that no one can break. A connection only with you, our Master.”
Master.
That word sounded familiar to me.
It sounded as familiar as my own name, but I wasn’t sure why.
I thought over that word as the figures pulled me toward the light. It felt like the answer was on the tip of my tongue, but my mind was so foggy that I couldn’t quite make sense of anything.
But then the answer hit me.
I was “Master.”
They were talking to me, about the connection they’d formed with me.
I was the one who absorbed the satanic energy, I was now the entity.
I was their Master, and I was stronger than any shadowed figure.
But perhaps it was all too late. The closet door handle was inches away from my hand, and all of a sudden I felt an urge to reach out and take it in my grasp.
I wanted to feel the energy that lived inside the closet pulsing through my veins, and I wanted to go where the figures tried to take me.
So with one final look behind me, I placed my palm against the cold metal of the door handle, and the shadowed figures whispered their words of encouragement as I opened the door.
I forced my eyes open as a wave of confusion seemed to hit me.
At first I wasn’t sure where I was. My surroundings seemed familiar, and I recognized the noises that traveled around me, but I wasn’t sure how I was able to get from the basement in the sorority house to my own dorm room in less than half a second.
None of it made sense.
“Grayson?” Robyn asked, and her gentle, English accent sounded like the sweetest melody.
“You good, bro?” Mo asked from somewhere nearby. “That seemed like some damn powerful dream you just had.”
“I was dreaming?” I asked.
But it all felt so real, so it couldn’t have possibly been a dream.
“Either that, or you were being fucking possessed by something,” Mo snickered. “Which, coming from you, wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing in the entire world. It also sounds extremely cool… and I kinda wanna see what it’s like. So hit me up next time, okay?”
“Not now, Mohala,” Robyn said with a slight hint of force, and then I felt the mattress sink a bit as she climbed onto the bed beside me.
Robyn’s beautiful, smiling face gazed down upon me as I still tried to work out what the fuck just happened.
Her ginger hair shone in the overhead lighting, her circular glasses were perched neatly on the end of her nose, and her blue eyes glistened as a smile formed on her lips.
“Are you okay, Grayson?” she asked as she placed the back of her hand against my cheek. “I’ve never known you to be such a… restless sleeper before.”
“I mean, you’ve only known Grayson for a week,” Mo laughed. “But yeah, you’re right, he’s never normally that restless.”
Robyn glanced over at Mo, but then she rolled her eyes playfully as she helped me sit up. My entire body buzzed and vibrated like I hadn’t had enough sleep, and I let out a deep breath as I tried to control the various feelings that went on inside of me.
I had been fighting off this exhaustion for the last couple of days, and even though I’d had eight hours of sleep last night, and nine the night before, I still didn’t feel energized. I’d barely had the strength to stay awake during class earlier today.
But as I looked around the room, I noticed the TV at the other end, and the paused faces of Frodo Baggins and Galadriel. I remembered Mo suggesting we watch The Lord of the Rings, and even though Robyn wasn’t as obsessed with the series as we were, she was still enjoying watching the adventures of Frodo and his friends.
I remembered watching Merry and Pippin steal Gandalf’s fireworks during Bilbo’s party, but that was the very beginning of the movie, and I recognized the paused screen well enough to know that we were now halfway through.
Which meant I had been asleep for over an hour and a half, but I had no recollection of even falling asleep in the first place.
“What happened?” I asked as I looked away from the screen. “You said I was restless?”
“Yes.” Robyn nodded. “You were kicking your legs, swinging your arms, and I had to move off the bed to give you more room.”
“Like I said, it was like you were possessed by something, bro,” Mo mumbled.
My Polynesian friend then reached over to grab the open packet of Oreos beside him, and he popped an entire cookie into his mouth as he stretched his t-shirt over his rotund stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly to Robyn. “I didn’t hit you, did I?”
“No, not at all.” She smiled. “However, you probably would have hit me if I hadn’t moved. But that’s why I’m so confused right now, because you never move around in your sleep. Are you feeling okay?”
“I…” I frowned as images from the dream, which didn’t even seem like a dream, replayed through my mind. “I think I’ve had that dream before.”
“What was it about?” Mo asked before he took another cookie from the packet. “And does anyone want an Oreo? I know, breaking news, I’m offering you my food.”
Normally I would have taken Mo up on the offer, because I enjoyed an Oreo as much as the next person, but the idea of eating anything suddenly made me feel sick. I had to take a sip from the bottle of water beside me to wash away the nauseous feeling in my throat, and I just hoped it was a side effect of the exhaustion.
“I dreamed I was in the sorority house basement,” I started as I let out another deep breath. “The two of you were standing around me, along with the girls. But there were shadowed figures dancing around me, too, and they were trying to pull me toward the closet door.”
“The door with the blue light?” Robyn asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I called out for you, for anyone, but no one could hear me. I tried to escape, but I couldn’t find an exit, and the figures kept pulling me closer toward the closet. But it felt so incredibly vivid that I was almost certain I was back in that basement.”
“You said you think you’ve had that dream before,” Mo said as he brushed some cookie crumbs off his shirt. “How many times before?”
“I think it’s occurred every night since we left the Rho Alpha Theta house on Friday,” I replied. “But every time I’ve encountered it, I could almost tell it was a dream, if you know what I mean? This time it didn’t feel like that.”
“It’s now Monday, so you’ve had it, what, four times in a row?” Robyn asked, to which I nodded. “And apart from how real it felt, have there been any changes? Do your dreams always end in the same place?”
“I don’t think I always make it to the closet door,” I said. “Sometimes the dream ends while I’m battling against the shadowed figures, but I’m almost certain this was the first time I actually touched the door handle, and that was when I woke up.”
“Hmm, strange.” Mo frowned.
“Maybe you’re coming down with something?” Robyn suggested as she placed her hand on my back. “You have been very tired, and you’ve hardly touched your food, which could indicate something.”
Robyn shrugged off her mustard-colored cardigan, and then she neatly laid it over her lap before she continued to stroke my back.
She was the sweetest, and definitely the most religious girl I’d ever come across in my life, and she came with the largest heart. Robyn always put others before herself, even when it came to a coven of witches, and she apologized for the smallest of things which just made her even more charming.
“But that brings us to my second question,” Mo continued. “Why aren’t you hungry? You didn’t eat any lunch today, and you didn’t even touch your snacks last night, which is very unlike you.”
“I have some paracetamol in my bag if you need it?” Robyn shrugged one shoulder. “Or some blackcurrant soothers for your throat if you’re coming down with a cold? But I really think you should eat something.”
The subtle English words and sayings she included in each conversation always made me smile.
“Thank you, but I’m okay,” I reassured her as much as possible. “It’s been a long weekend for everyone, so I think my body just needs some time to adjust. I’m sure I’ll be fine later, or tomorrow. And I still have that apple in my bag from earlier, if I don’t give it to Pippin, of course.”
All three of us glanced over at the glass tank where my Syrian hamster lived, and even though we couldn’t see his fluffy little body, I knew he was sleeping under his bedding somewhere.
I wasn’t sure if hamsters dreamed like humans did, but if he was dreaming, then I hoped they weren’t as scary as my own.
“You know the saying,” Robyn said with a light laugh. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“Or if you’re from my family, my mother would force you to eat your food, whether you’re hungry or not,” Mo chuckled. “My father worked hard to earn that money, and my mother was in the kitchen for hooooours just to make sure she gave her family the best meal possible. That’s what she told me, anyway.”
“I love hearing about your family,” Robyn giggled. “I can’t wait to meet your mother.”
“Mohala Kalua!” Mo shrieked in a female voice. “Why did I spend this time steaming shrimp when you’re only going to go for the rice? You’re a growing boy, you need to eat!”
Mo’s wonderful impersonation of his mom caused us all to laugh, and it was just what I needed to brush off the anxiety and confusion that still shrouded me.
However, that positive feeling didn’t last for too long.
Because as soon as I made myself comfortable with Robyn curled up in my arms, the nauseous feeling returned.
It really was the strangest thing, because I wasn’t normally one to get sick, and I couldn’t remember the last time I actually threw up. It probably explained why I hadn’t wanted any lunch, or maybe it was the lack of food that caused the sickness in the first place.
My hands began to shake as I thought of ways to cure the sudden illness, and the dizziness increased dramatically every time I moved a muscle.
“Are you okay, Grayson?” Robyn rubbed my back soothingly. “Would you like a glass of water?”
I wasn’t sure if I replied or not, but before I knew it, Robyn had unscrewed the bottle of water, and she carefully tipped it against my lips to help me drink.
The water was icy cold, and it definitely helped, but as soon as a wave of heat washed over my body, I knew exactly what I needed.
“I need to go outside,” I mumbled as I struggled to climb off the bed.
“Careful, careful.” Robyn held onto my arms to help me keep my balance, and I probably would have fallen straight to the floor if she wasn’t there to help me.
“Let’s go outside,” Mo said. “C’mon, bro. The fresh air will help.”
I couldn’t remember leaving the room, or walking down the hallway, so I just had to assume Mo locked the door behind us. In fact, it wasn’t until the three of us sat down on a bench that I realized we were outside.
