Humanus - A legend awakes - Chapter 4

Chapter 4


Kevin’s eyes flickered under his lids; a slow groan came from his throat. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, drawing in air as though he had just been suffocated. His eyes, now wide open, looked around the room. He touched his cheek gently with his fingers, as if he knew something had recently touched it. A small smile tickled the corners of his lips.

He breathed in deeply and slid his legs over the side of the bed, before attempting to stand. His head started to spin. Closing his eyes he dropped back to the bed. He bent double across his knees, letting his arms dangle down to the floor. Breathing slow and deep, he lifted himself back to a sitting position and slowly opened his eyes again.

His brain tried to work out what had happened. He could remember climbing into the helicopter, but could not remember landing. Without thinking he checked the date on his watch, he had lost a day. He started to realise the back of his hand hurt. Flexing his fingers, palm down he noticed a small puncture wound on the back of his hand. The skin around it was discoloured a pale yellow. Rubbing his thumb over it he could feel the pain of the bruising.

Small disjointed fragments of memories haunted his brain, bright lights, people in masks, and loud voices. He was just trying to work out what was being said, when there was a loud banging at the door. The handle turned, then more banging.

“Kevin, are ye in there?” more banging, “Kevin?” There was urgency in Calum’s voice.

Kevin got to his feet and opened the door, “what?”

Calum looked passed him. As Kevin backed away from the door Calum stepped in, checked behind the door then checked every corner of the room, the window and under his bed.

“What the hell are you looking for?” Kevin said, closing the door.

Calum stood directly in front of him, looking intensely at him. He cranked his neck to one side, then to the other looking at his neck.

“What’s up with you?”

“Ye okay?”

“What? Yea. Are you? You’re acting like a complete nutter.”

Calum glanced at the Television, noticing the miniature camera, then towards where he thought Sasha’s camera was. “Ye up for a drink?” before Kevin could reply Calum continued, “good, ‘cos I need one... a stiff one.”

He grabbed Kevin’s arm tight and escorted him out into the hallway.

“Jesus,” Kevin winced at the pressure.

Calum positioned himself an inch away from Kevin’s face, glaring at him.

“Ok, I’ll come for a drink.” Kevin said.

Calum released his grip.

Kevin checked his pocket, pulled out his keys, then slid them back into his pocket before closing the door.

Calum waited at the top of the stairs as Kevin, his head still a little dizzy, walked slowly towards him.

Kevin went to sit on a bar stool, but Calum walked past the bar and outside. Kevin waited. Calum put his head around the edge of the door and beckoned Kevin to follow. Kevin, his expression confused, shook his head and took a seat.

Calum scurried back in looking around to see if anyone had noticed. He took the seat next to Kevin; his eyes sweeping from side to side, watching every one. Finally the bartender served them. He drank his whisky with one swallow before taking a large dink from his beer. He glanced behind him, then lent towards Kevin. “We need to go. It’s not safe here,” he whispered.

Kevin smiled widely, “what the hell are you on?”

Calum looked around again. “Shh, na so loud.” His eyes wide, staring at Kevin, his face serious.

Kevin shook his head, but in an attempt to appease him whispered back. “Okay, what’s got you so paranoid?”

Calum started to explain what had happened after Kevin left, but he was whispering so low that most of the conversation was drowned out by the surrounding sound. Eventually Kevin gave up trying to listen and gently sipped his beer while nodding every now and again.

Calum finished his drink at the same time he finished what he was saying, then waited in anticipation.

Kevin sipped on his beer.

“Well?” Calum said.

“Well, what?”

“Well... are ye coming?”

“Where?”

“Have ye na been listening? Sasha’s place.”

“Oh.” He paused, trying to think if he had heard anything to do with Sasha. “It’s…” Kevin looked at his watch. “Nearly 8:40, they stop taking food orders at 9, and I’m starving. You go; I’ve got a few things to do anyway.”

Calum gasped at his calmness, and his disregard for the seriousness of what was happening. He hesitated, turned back to Kevin, paused and stood up. He hesitated again, hovering as though to speak. Kevin calmly sipped his drink.

Calum let out a heavy snort, shook his head and left.

Kevin finished his drink and looked around the room. A large crowd had relocated to the restaurant, leaving only a young couple sat to one side. He turned back and signalled to the bartender.

“Hi, I was told that you had found my pocket diary, and that it was next to the optics.”

The young girl checked the shelf and lifted up a small book, “is this it?” she enquired.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied as she handed it to him. He waited until she was occupied with other things before looking at it.

The date on the front was 1974. Inside, the first few pages had been removed.

He started to read through the entries:

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Abraham Smith’s diary

Feb 14thDreams becoming more vivid. Woke in a sweat, room was icy cold.

Feb 15th Same dream tonight. Woke at the same time as yesterday, lathered in sweat. Heating working tonight. Turned temperature down.

Feb 16th Yet again, the same dream, woke the same as last night. Obtained a copy of Dracula by Bram Stoker, nice leather bound copy. Thought I should know something about the subject of my dreams.

Feb 17th Doctor appointment 10:30am

Unable to get a good night sleep for the dreams; hope the doctor can help.

Doctor prescribed sleeping pills.

Feb 18thSlept well, no dreams. Feeling much better today.

There were no more entries until May.

May 21stThe dreams have returned. Even more vivid and more horrific than before. Woke up vomiting.

May 22nd Sleeping pills did not stop me dreaming this time. The dream has changed, this time I know the location of my dreams – Slains Castle – Scotland.

Made Doctors appointment for 3:30pm today.

May 23rd Doctor prescribed stronger pills. The pills made me sleep, but did not stop the dreams. Woke lathered in sweat, laid in my own vomit.

The dream is even more specific, the location I know, but it is the military that discover, and uncover Dracula’s tomb. The carnage, horrific; blood and bodies everywhere. All their weapons and armour did nothing to stop him or protect them.

I looked straight into his glowing red eyes as he ripped apart a soldier, my stomach still turns at the thought.

It was so real, I had to check the news as soon as I was able, but nothing was mentioned.

There is a construction managers job available for Slains Castle development.

I have decided to face my demons and apply for the job.

May 24th Did not sleep, no dreams.

May 25th Did not sleep, I did snooze a couple of times but no dreams.

Have been requested to attend an interview today.

May 26th Offered the job, accepted. Leave for the site tomorrow.

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Kevin closed the diary, breathing in heavily. He ordered a whisky and a beer. The whisky went down quick and smooth. He stretched his upper body, expanding his chest and arching his back. He checked his watch: 9:10pm.

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Abraham Smith’s diary (Continued)

May 27thSlept well, no pills and no dreams. Is it possible that my subconscious is playing tricks on me?

May 28th Arrived on site 8:00am. The cabins are being hooked up and the site made secure.

The castle isn’t really a castle, more of a big house on the cliff. The plans are to convert this dilapidated building into luxury apartments. Personally it should be demolished and the whole site cleared.

Mid day, the sea mist swept in over the cliffs stopping work. Everyone is confined to the cabins.

5:30pm, all personnel, bar security have been sent home. I remain to review the plans.

7:30pm, as I was about to leave, the air in the office went extremely cold, a vision stood before me. A young lady, pale of complexion, with glowing red eyes. She spoke. These are her words.

“Stop construction or your dreams will become reality.”

May 29th After a night cap, retired to my room. Checked the window, closed and locked. Slept surprisingly well.

Local hardware store: obtained stakes, sledge hammer (Just in case) and two large mirrors.

Village shop: managed to get a couple of rather scabby looking garlic, but will have to do for now.

May 30th Did not sleep well. Fragmented images, some from my previous dreams, some new.

Security fences now in place. Site generator running, temporary gen’s left in place for emergencies. Thunder storms forecast for latter today.

4:30pm, Heavy rain, site crew sent home.

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Kevin notice that the hand writing became scrawny, in parts virtually illegible.

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Abraham Smith’s diary (Continued)

7:15pm the rain had lifted. I could see a security guard in the office across from my window, a dark figure stood next to him. I went to see who it was. There was a piercing cry as I stepped outside. Then the lights went out. Got a torch from just inside. The beam hit the security office door just as it opened. She walked out, dragging the limp body of the security guard. She hissed at me, her eyes glowing red, her white pointed teeth, shone in the torch light. In the blink of an eye she was stood on the step below me. She spoke.

“You have been warned.”

Then she was not there.

May 31st Did not sleep. The police found no evidence of foul play. Any blood could have been lost on the muddy floor, but there was a small spatter on the ceiling above where he was stood.

Jun 1st The dreams have returned, the police psychiatrist told me to contact a Dr Van Helsing. After what my dreams are about, I cannot face someone of that name. I must try to stop this on my own, or die trying.

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The entries on June 2nd, 3rd and 4th were totally illegible. He flicked through the rest of the blank pages. On the very last page he noticed a series of numbers followed by the letters ‘LW’. With a crooked smile he took his mobile from his pocket, opened a web page and typed the numbers in. With a satisfying smile he pocketed the diary and his mobile, and then finished his drink.

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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

Your writing just gets better and better.


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lumen2light 3 years ago from Aberdeenshire, Scotland Author

Thank you, will try to keep it up.

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