"H-How do you know my name?" "Oh Frankie, we know everything about you."
. . .
"I win!" shouted Ray as he moved his red gingerbread man pawn to the castle at the end of the game board. "Beat that, Frankie-boy!"
Ray and I were playing Candyland and were currently in Round 8. Some people might say we're too old to be playing board games, but meh, who cares.
"Hey Ray," I said while zipping up my Misfits hoodie. "I better get going. I was supposed to leave like fifteen minutes ago."
My best friend got up off the floor we were playing on and started putting away the board game. "Oh yeah. Sorry man, just got caught up in the game. It gets intense, you know?" He laughed, shaking his large mop of curly brown hair.
I let out a small chuckle. "Yeah. See you at school Ray," I waved, opening the front door and closing it behind me.
The New Jersey sky was already the deepest black with no stars to be seen. The air carried a cold wind that caused me to shiver and pull the sleeves of my hoodie down over my hands.
I began walking down the road from Ray's house to mine, humming a nameless tune to myself. My overprotective mother would be wondering where I am by now. It had to be at least midnight by now.
I kicked an empty Red Bull can as I walked the desolate streets of Belleville. Why couldn't people just throw things into a garbage can or a recycling bin instead of leaving them on the streets? It can't be that hard.
The wind picked up and my long black hair blew into my face. I pushed it away and cringed a little when I heard the loud rumble of thunder in the distance. Hopefully I can make it home before the rain starts.
Suddenly, I got the strange urge that someone was watching me, but when I turned around, I saw nothing but the dirty sidewalks. 'Frankie my boy,' I thought, 'You are getting way too paranoid.'
I swore I heard voices whispering, but dismissed it as just being the wind.
It wasn't until now when the raindrops began to fall onto my head that I really regretted misplacing my phone. One second it was on the table next to my bed, the next it's gone! I really needed to get more organized.
I heard a slam and a giggle that sounded like it belonged to a seven year old girl come from an alleyway I was passing. Now being the curious idiot that I am, I decided to investigate. I began walking into the alley located between two brick apartment buildings, still ignoring the lingering feeling that I was being watched.
The only sounds now were of the relentless pounding of the rain onto the asphalt and the sound of my squeaky red Converse. I reached the end of the alley which just so happened to be a brick wall.
I sighed and mentally slapped myself for being so paranoid and began my walk out of the alley when I heard that deranged laugh again, only this time it was more of a cackle. The dark laugh seemed to ring off the graffitied brick walls, sending a shiver down my spine.
I turned around again to see if anyone was behind me or if I missed something before, only to be met with the overflowing dumpsters I saw earlier. I spun around again to make my way out just to see a tall, dark figure standing in front of me. The last things I saw were two bright golden eyes and a wide grin.
Then everything went black.
. . .
I woke up what seemed like days later to find that I was no longer in an alleyway but was laying on a soft bed of green grass. What....the hell?
I sat up, rubbing my aching head and looked around. I was sitting in the middle of what looked like a large garden. Soft green grass lay all around me, daisies and wildflowers blooming here and there. A few hundred feet away from me was a large black wrought iron gate attached to tall stone walls. Sunflowers and roses wound up the ornate black bars of the gate. I turned around and saw that a few hundred feet behind me was a large forest consisting of tall pine trees. Where am I?
"Hello, Frank," greeted a calm voice from behind me. I jumped and spun around to be met with a young man standing in front of me. He was tall and skinny, wearing a black suit and a black bow tie. His black hair was slicked back and his skin was unnaturally pale. He stood tall and intimidating with his hands clasped behind his back. His face showed absolutely no emotion at all.
"H-How do you know my name?" I asked, backing up.
At this he smiled a little, his dark eyes sparkling. He stepped forward.
"Oh Frankie, we know everything about you," he replied, his voice sickly sweet. "And it's my job to bring you to Him," he added, stepping forward once more.
"Who's 'Him'?" I asked, still backing up.
"You'll know soon enough," he drawled, obviously taking great pleasure in my fear.
"W-Who are you?" I asked the man, almost tripping over a bush of daisies.
"Oh, how rude of me! I never introduced myself! My name is Mikey," answered the man, Mikey. "Now stay still, Frankie. Unless you want me to take you to Him the hard way."
At this I turned and ran as fast as my legs would carry me towards the large iron gate. The wind whipped against my face and the laces of my Converse flapped. I turned and saw Mikey calmly walking behind me, hands still clasped behind him. I had to get out of here, away from this lunatic.
I reached the gate and began pulling on it, desperate for it to open. When that didn't work, I began pushing on it with all my weight. The gate still didn't budge. I kicked it only to kick myself for doing it in the first place when a wave a pain shot through my foot.
"I hope you realize by now that it's locked, and only He can open it." Mikey's icy breath was on my ear, chilling me to the bone. I forced myself not to let the tears fall down my cheeks. This really wasn't a good time to start crying.
"Who is 'He'? I asked Mikey one last time, the tears finally falling. He grabbed my arm and began leading me in the direction of the woods.