Tricks of the night..... chapter 1....

The night breeze blows past jack, his hat flies to the night sky taken by the wind. Jack curses under his breath then follows the hat. For a moment Jack loses sight of the elusive flying hat, but quickly spots it once more. The wind carries the hat inside the old abandoned cemetery, it stopped functioning long ago, closed down because of rumors of it being haunted by souls not wanting to leave this world. Jack approaches the gates of the cemetery, chained and locked, the dismal atmosphere of the place along with the rumors he once heard as a kid scares Jack. Second thoughts of letting his hat go and just buy a new one surfaces in his mind, but as Jack turns to leave a voice suddenly calls out to him. Jack turns to see who was it that called him, but he didn't notice anyone. Thinking it was just the wind, Jack leaves.

Jack slowly climbs to bed, and almost immediately sleep takes captive of him. Jack dreams. In his sleep the world is black and white, he's walking down a cobblestone road. He looks around him, no one was there. Only withering trees, a white sun above hanging on a pitch black sky. Jack resumes his walk, the cadaverous surrounding became reiterative. Same withering trees, same white sun, same everything resting under the black sky. Seconds seem like minutes and minutes turn to hours, Jack walks on though his mind says to stop. After what seems like an endless trek, the cobblestone road ended. In front of Jack lies a huge gate, locked and chained. Jack instantly recognizes the gate in front of him, it's the same gate as the one in the entrance of the condemned graveyard only larger. Jack can't see anything inside, a thick fog seems to be obscuring his vision. Jack turns to leave, but as he walk away a voice calls out to him. The voice was that of a female. The voice holds captive of Jack's mind, enchanting but at the same time terrifying, Jack loses control of his body. He walks towards the gate, not being able to walk away or look away, the voice fills his mind. That sweet, enchanting voice. As Jack reaches out to the gate a ghostly hand grabs his arm. Jack wakes up.

Sweating and bewildered by the peculiar dream, Jack sits down on his bed cross-legged. Inside Jack's mind the voice can still be heard, calling, waiting. Jack slowly climbs out of bed, he enters his bathroom and looks into the mirror. A pale face looks back, eyes bloodshot, with his hair in a mess. "Man I'm getting old, hearing voices in my head, freaky nightmares, what next?" Jack mutters to himself. Jack splashes his face with water, the voice slowly fades becoming nothing more than a horrifying nightmare. "One way to stop this nonsense... I'll go tomorrow."