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James Grey and The Song of Fear
Writer J.D. Grimm
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The last hour of John's shift bore down on him faster than he would have liked. He still hadn't thought of anything that he could possibly say to break the ice with his son let alone fix the situation. When the phone on his desk rang, he almost lept from his chair at the chance to break the self-made tension.copyright protection7PENANA27b9hZnfpK

"Indiana state library," John said with his best helpful voice.copyright protection7PENANA3XO6n7kTRs

"Hey John, it's Chris," John began to rub his brow at the sound of Chris' voice. "I kind of need a favor."copyright protection7PENANA0WUnaBLI4d

John knew that this wasn't a good sign, over the last several months that Chris had been interning at the library, he had shown up late at least three times a week, and each time he would ask John for a favor. While John would have loved nothing more than to let Chris fend for himself, he knew that he had been late that morning and Chris didn't say a word. "Sure, what's up?" John sighed.copyright protection7PENANAt7kFgCFER4

"My truck broke down, I'll catch out there as soon as I can. Can you cover me for a bit?"copyright protection7PENANAoV1c1pkmic

"Sure, I was a bit late today, I'll close up shop. Just give me a call when you get here," John responded, knowing a few extra hours wouldn't be too much of a problem.copyright protection7PENANAPi8KGilr1p

"Thanks, John! I owe you one," Chris sighed.copyright protection7PENANAFvx0bNCQsu

"No problem, good luck with the truck," John hung up the phone and shook his head. He doubted he would ever need a favor from Chris. Looking around the library, he wondered if there were any people still wondering the aisles or working at one of the upstairs computers. He opened the drawer at his desk and grabbed the master keys, figuring the best thing to do was to make his rounds to lock the doors and let people know that the library would be closing.copyright protection7PENANAUQpW3qlnND

By the time he was satisfied that the library was empty, the sun had long set and all the windows looked as if they were painted black. John cut the main lights' leaving only a few forgotten desk lamps to illuminate the darkened rows of books. One by one John, turned off the lights and slowly the shadows overcame him. He had never been comfortable in the dark, and the unusual silence of the darkened library didn't do him any favors.copyright protection7PENANAACWJmC1I43

As he returned to his desk, the sound of a book shifting on the shelf to his left caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. It was nothing more than a whisper in the dark, but it was enough to fill his heart with dread. Staring into the black alley created by the two shelves, John waited, as if hoping the sound would come again. Those few moments of silence, were all John's imagination needed to run wild. Everything inside of him cried out to run, before some horrible creature leaped from the shadows and gutted him like a fish, or drag him screaming into the darkness. So many possibilities, but still John waited.copyright protection7PENANA8JyFJJtmzV

Several seconds passed and as John was about to give up on his suspicions, new sounds rang out from the shadows. Loud sickening cracks mixed with the sound of leather stretching filled John's ears. One after the other a crack and a long stretch, until the source grew and towered above him.copyright protection7PENANAQuLfrOGNct

John turned and ran, eyes fixated on the last lamps soft glow in the dark. Ignoring the searing pain from his feet, he fought for the light which seemed like a lifetime away. He silently hoped that it was his imagination, that he would reach his desk and feel foolish.copyright protection7PENANAqN6nwtZyb3

"Foooooound you," something sang from the darkness behind him.copyright protection7PENANABjM9ZwTsSt

John scrambled to the desk and ripped open the drawers looking for something, anything that could shine a brighter light than the faded glow of his desk lamp. A warm breeze kissed his cheek and before John could even turn a searing pain erupted from his back. He felt the ground beneath him fall away as he soared through the darkness. His body clipped several of the massive bookshelves before finally slamming hard onto the library floor. John groaned in pain.copyright protection7PENANAnIY8XpXDca

Looking back John could barely tattered gray robes of his attacker before it shattered the desk lamp plunging them into darkness.copyright protection7PENANA6DYd0uGZ2R

"We have been looking for you for a long time," It said. Its voice growled in the dark.copyright protection7PENANA3DbPNalGCe

"What are you?" John could taste the metallic flavor of blood filling his mouth, and he could feel the warm liquid soaking through the back of his shirt.copyright protection7PENANAa0W88Tx6wK

"You know what we are," It whispered.copyright protection7PENANAhDnfQoJxoM

As John's eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the creature staring down at him. "How?" he asked, wondering what could have led this creature to him.copyright protection7PENANAorqAhdKDUn

It tilted its head back and sniffed the air deeply. It chuckled with delight and John swore he could see the rows of jagged teeth displayed on the creature's face as it leaned forward. "Don't you smell it? The hint of copper whispering in the air?"copyright protection7PENANAR5nOdwHLDe

John looked down at his foot in the darkness and clenched his jaw. "A wraith..." he whispered.copyright protection7PENANAwUST9IiTgH

"Where are they?" it hissed.copyright protection7PENANAFE86fqj04e

"I don't kn..." Before John could finish his sentence, the wraith grabbed his foot and hurled him into the closest bookshelf, as if John were nothing but a toy. The heavy shelf didn't budge, a fact that John knew all too well.copyright protection7PENANAoWjLKxiriV

"We will not ask again..." the wraith's said in its clotted voice.copyright protection7PENANAGOQyI0h1Tx

"I don't know what you're looking for!" John shouted.copyright protection7PENANAIzcRFriZrm

The wraith began mumbling to itself rhythmically and rocking back and forth in the shadows. John could barely make out its faint mumbles. "What are you saying?" He demanded. The black creature cocked its head and let out a sinister laugh and spoke the words in a low hiss. Words that sent chills down John's spine.copyright protection7PENANAePiyB25Uuo

"A Song That Will Forever Playcopyright protection7PENANAQadGIWG0XA

Throughout the night and every daycopyright protection7PENANAxG9JxPaQPC

A Song that drags you in its wakecopyright protection7PENANAc3svB4yGZ2

Your Courage and Soul this Song will takecopyright protection7PENANA5PdiwWecWc

This Song of mine You'll Never Hearcopyright protection7PENANANuTXdrMohB

Beware O Lord the Song of Fear,"copyright protection7PENANA1uEtZgyyWx

John knew the words to the story well, one of the many legends surrounding the Night Scrolls, the secret set of scrolls that he and Allison had found in the Tibetan mountains all those years ago. What they found weren't the secrets of the universe or ultimate knowledge, it was the story of a prison hidden behind an ancient language painted on even older parchment. The word overrated came to John's mind at the time, but now as he lay bleeding on the floor taking his last breaths he couldn't help but wonder was it really just a story?copyright protection7PENANAB2mOkSLz5I

"If you don't know where the scrolls are, then perhaps the little one will." Shadows began moving all around the darkened library and out of the corner of his eye, John saw hundreds of them moving through the dark.copyright protection7PENANAMTcFQp6COn

John reached for his watch, the tool that he had used for the better part of a decade, knowing that all it would take was a quarter turn of the dial and he would make quick work of this murder of crows that circled him in the dark. But to his horror, his fingers rubbed against the bare skin of his wrist, and he realized his fate was sealed. John hung his head knowing that he would never leave the library that night but if he wanted to save his son from the same fate, he could not let them leave either. He mumbled something that couldn't be heard by even the closest wraith. "What was that?" the Wraith asked, canting his head to better hear the doomed human's words.copyright protection7PENANAePSTjR9Sp6

"You'll never touch my son." An emerald green light appeared from the depths of John's eyes, swirling and glowing from within. Slowly at first but with increasing speed, the dull green in John's eyes was replaced by a brilliant flame. The same light emanated from beneath him, suddenly engulfing John in emerald flames that ignited the books and shelves surrounding him. The wraiths recoiled from the intense heat and John could finally see them, holding up their claws to shield their black pearl eyes from his flames. John rose to his feet and the burning rags that were once his clothes fell to the floor as his skin began to melt away, painfully. He began to walk toward the sea of wraiths, which parted and hissed as his flaming green skeleton passed.copyright protection7PENANAp08MPsFB2L

With each agonizing step, John's vision blurred until he could no longer see through the emerald flames, but he pressed forward relying solely on instinct— thousands of thoughts flashed through his brain. Allison's smile, the first time he laid eyes on James. Spectacular memories, all shielding his mind from his body's destruction. Reaching out with a boney hand, John grabbed the wraith, that had spoken to him, pulling him face to face. The cloth clutched in his fingers instantly caught flame, burning the creature alongside John, as the sea of wraiths searched frantically for a reprieve from the flaming green coffin, howling and hurling themselves at the locked doors and barred windows. Each of them refusing to accept their fiery fate but try as they might they, along with Mr. Grey, would never escape that night. copyright protection7PENANAjOEvtuVA7K

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