Chapter 4

At Central Day Hospital..

Clark had been treated and was currently giving his statement of what happened earlier to the police.He didn't seem to be hurt much physically as they was just a bandage wrapped around his arm. They were two police officers in his hospital room interrogating him ,from the look on their faces one could tell that they weren't buying what he was saying.

" …and the man, the man's eyes turned black, pure black and the man just lifted my friend Fred; you know him right?, into the air like he weighed nothing at all!" Clark was rambling and gesturing with his hands. His adam's apple moving up and down as he was narrating.

" I'm telling you he looked a like a creature escaped from hell , yeah! like a fallen angel! , a demon even!…" He kept on saying.

One could see that he was evidently shaken up by the earlier encounter as he kept on wiping sweat from his forehead with a hand towel and barely making any sense.

"I'm telling you officer , you need to do something about this as I'm sure poor heart won't be able to bear such an incident occurring again…"

" Mr. Clark O'Daniel did you perhaps take alcohol before the event" the older looking police officer cut him off respectfully.

" Yes officer, but this really had nothing to do with the alcohol as my head was completely clear by the time of this incident " he said his innocent blue eyes appealing to the officers to believe him.

The officers looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion. Even though it didn't sound believable, it was the same thing all other person involved in the incident had reported. They picked their notepads and standing up said to him

" We'll leave you to rest now Mr. Clark and we'll inform you if there is any other thing you could help with"

"Yeah, sure , have a nice day officers " he said collapsing limply on the bed.

In the next room, was the little girl lying on the bed . They were two women in the room both looking dull and worn out. One of the women, her mother probably was sitting by a chair next to her bed and stroking her hair gently and lovingly. The woman's eyes were red ,she seemed to have been crying for quite some time. The other woman sat on the other side of the little girl.

On the bed , the little girl was in deep sleep, she wasn't as lucky as Clark as she had more than just a few plasters on her body but despite that it didn't look life threatening.

The police officers knocked gently on the door.

"Come in" the woman said quietly from the room.

They entered, and politely expressed their concern for the girl and asked if the mother could give a statement.

"Yeah sure" she said "but not here" she added wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief with was all already wet with her tears.

Standing up she pecked her daughters forehead, nodded to the other woman and stood up quietly and left with the officers .

Meanwhile…

Scott was through with receiving his treatment and had suffered nothing more than a thin slash on his face, though it was quite long. He had also given his statement to the police. He was in a ward waiting for his Mom to arrive. He sighed as he could already imagine the type of scolding he would receive from her.

He put his arm over his face and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in the process. His curly brown hair almost covering his eyes. The images of the events which took place earlier that day unbidden flooded his vision, somehow he couldn't help but find the face of the man from earlier familiar. He opened his eyes. His brown eyes looking around checking around. He pouted his pink lips and sighed deeply.

He suddenly he stood up and not stopping to consider his actions made his way towards the room the man was currently kept in. Reaching there , there was a nurse in the room attending to the man, he stood quietly by the corner and waited patiently until she was through with what she was doing, she then left and closed the door quietly behind her. He waited till she was out of sight and no one else was in the way, then he made quietly for the door and tilting the door handle open quietly, he slid into the room quietly and gently closed the door behind him. He walked stealthily towards the man on the bed to get a closer look at him.

On reaching there he noticed that a good part of the man's body was covered in bandages; his torso , almost all of his head, his earlier frightening eyes were closed now; one was covered in bandage and the other was shut , taking a close look at the man the found nothing familiar about him , he shook his head then turned around and made to leave… Just then the man's exposed eye flew open and reaching out he grabbed Scott's left hand and drew him closer to him.

"Aar..mn.. mfn" Scott's screams were muffled as the man used his other hand to cover his mouth . The man held him in a tight grip such that he wasn't able to free himself. The man loosened his hold on his hands and shifted it to his neck and began to squeeze tight. He's exposed eye turning black .

Scott was running out of oxygen and was thrashing about which was useless as he was completely at the man's mercy. He knew he would pass out soon if nothing was done. Then, slowly about a minute later,he could feel the man's death grip on his neck loosening. Though it was still tight , he could at least get in some oxygen now .

"Ge..geo..George?" The man said his eyes clearing up.

The creepy thing about that was that the man's voice wasn't what you would expect of a grown man instead it sounded like that of a little girl of about five or six years old.

Like a flash , he suddenly flung Scott to the wall and began to walk towards him in slow and unhurried steps. It looked like a perfect image of a mummy walking towards him.

Scott backed himself up against the wall, as if wanting to become one with it .

The man came closer and bending down to meet Scott he said with his voice still like that of a little girl "We met again George" he said with a sinister smile.

Mustering all his strength Scott landed a nasty punch to the man's stomach , which made him fall on his back , taking the chance he fled the room not caring to look back once and only coming to a stop when his was in the midst of a number of people.