A Small Place in Yorkshire

  Julian had nearly readied himself for the morning all the while going over everything that he experienced in the night. What had happened that he wasn't aware of? What evil had become alive when he was asleep? He decided that he wouldn't say anything straight away. He had to think about it and get things straight in his own mind first before speaking to anyone. Upon leaving the bedroom Julian felt a presence in the room. He did not know who it was or what they wanted, but he did not feel that it was there to hurt him. He felt a glow of warmth surrounding him, keeping him safe. A mixture of feelings were streaming through him as he descended the stairs on his way to the dining room. He had to be his normal self in front of everyone. He didn't want anyone to suspect anything or think there was something not right; not at this point. He needed to get his emotions and feelings in check and be as normal as possible.  Each step down felt hard to take, something, or someone, mak

  Julian was unsure about what he should do. Should he stay still and try and close his eyes? Should he just get up for the rest of the night, give himself light in the room and wait for daylight to arrive? For the first time in his life he felt fear; deep in his being, deep in his soul. The time he spent laying in the bed thinking about the nights happenings felt like a few moments, but as Julian turned his head towards the window he noticed that there was a faint sign to the day awakening. He could hear the birds starting to sing and chant and it was becoming lighter outdoors. How long had he laid there thinking of the night, of the sounds, of the being that beckoned him to come closer? A new day was dawning and Julian began to stir himself from the bed where he lay. He needed to ready himself for the day ahead. He had many questions, unsure of if he should ask them and very wary of the answers he may receive .......................