Enter The Specter

By Adriel Montejano

This Book Is About A Demon Who Torments People Who Are Trying Everything In Their Power To Get Away From This Nightmare While Encountering A Wizard. Will They Be Successful In Getting Away Or Will They Continue In Their Torment? There Is Only One Sure Way To Find Out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adriel
• Release date: Nov 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215276266

Adriel Montejano

Adriel Was Born In 1983 In Hanford, California To Mexican Parents. He Came From A Bad Neighborhood With Little To Nothing Growing Up And After Years Of Struggling And Working Minimum Wage Jobs He Finally Found His Calling In Life To Be A Writer And Has Been Writing Ever Since.

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Enter The Specter

Adriel Montejano

Published by Adriel, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ENTER THE SPECTER

First edition. November 3, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Adriel Montejano.

ISBN: 979-8215276266

Written by Adriel Montejano.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Enter The Specter

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About the Author

Dedicated To The Memory Of My Uncle Michael 1955 - 2022. Thank You For The Memories Uncle.

Enter The Specter

Chapter One

It was dark as pitch, a deep shadow in the middle of the forest. A breeze made a small rustle as leaves were carried off by it, and trees swayed gently against each other. A few birds sang to one another, occasionally letting out a short cawing sound which was lost among the noise. Everything seemed peaceful in its own way, but still, there was an eerie feeling that surrounded these woods. And it came from this place. The spectre.

The woods where the spirit resided resided were shrouded in darkness, yet not all in good terms. The shadows casted around the forest, giving away any movement in the otherwise silent forest. However, no matter how dark the night, it wasn’t dark enough. It wouldn't be for much longer, but even with the light fading, it was still too dark to see through the underbrush. There could be nothing more intimidating than the blackness that lay before you. Not even in your dreams could you conjure up such a terrifying sensation.

It had been many years since the last time the spectre visited these woods. He had been banished here once upon a time, when his crimes had been discovered and he was thrown into this dark prison. Many centuries have passed since then, however, despite what anyone told him. The only reason he could come back here now would be due to the presence of another ghost hunter. An outsider, a ghost, or whatever he wanted to call himself. But he never did tell anybody about him. In fact, they didn't know his real name either. They called him a man named John Smith, who worked for the government in some capacity or another. That was just how things were done here. If something important happened, the government took care of it, if not someone else. No matter how much he hated living like this, it kept him safe, at least for now. Even so, every once in a while someone would stumble across him. Some ghosts were more easily seen by humans, and others preferred to hide in the shadows until the day their human companion left the area, leaving the woods alone once again.

He always managed to escape, usually by using some sort of trick. But that never lasted long; he knew that he couldn't live forever. Eventually, he would get caught and brought back to jail. This was something that happened over and over, but none of the spirits ever got tired of it. Every time, they'd wait patiently. It was almost like they enjoyed being punished. The spectre found that a little hard to believe, considering he's done nothing wrong. Yet, every time they came after him, he always escaped. For some reason, this never stopped.

CHAPTER TWO

He wondered why they hadn't given up on him, though, yet he knew exactly why. Something about the ghost hunters always reminded him of home. They seemed to want to protect him, like they did when he first became a ghost. And so, this ghost hunter continued to chase down the spectre, trying to catch him. He was doing it for a reason. A reason that was kept secret from everybody else.

But the spectre couldn't help but wonder if there really was somebody out there who wanted to look out for him.

A small whimper left the spectre's lips, making a faint rustling sound as he walked through the undergrowth of the woods. His footsteps created a soft thump every so often, and each step he took seemed to echo throughout the woods. The wind whistled quietly in the distance, as if telling the forest itself to let him pass. He felt like it was mocking him. Laughing silently behind his back, enjoying his suffering.

His heart sank at the thought, his body shaking slightly.

No...I'm not here to make friends. I need to find a way to leave this place. I have nowhere else to go. Nobody else to talk to besides myself. No human has ever helped me, nobody has given a damn about me.

All because they think I've killed people! All because I can't even stay quiet in my own house!

So why? Why do they even keep bringing me back here? Why do they insist on chasing after me?

Why did they save my life?

If there was anything he loved more than death, it was freedom. But right now, he wished for death more than anything.

I can feel your blood boiling, a voice said. The voice was deep, sounding like a man. The voice was cold, emotionless, yet strangely soothing. You hate humans as much as I do, don't you? You hate them so much that you would rather go through all of this pain again.

It was true. He despised humans. Ever since he started haunting this place, he'd gone through all this trouble. Haunting innocent people who died because they were unlucky and couldn't take care of themselves. The poor souls weren't aware of their surroundings. And as usual, they went to sleep, unaware that he was lurking above them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Then he disappeared. But it wasn't the only reason that he liked to haunt these woods. He liked to see what they would do next. What would happen to the world if they ever learned about what he had done? Would they burn their houses down? Kill each other? Would they try to hunt him down? Maybe it would be best if they did. At least then maybe he could finally rest. He deserved it after everything he's been put through.

I suppose you're wondering why I keep you alive? Well I'll answer you now.

The spectre shuddered slightly, goosebumps raising on his skin. He could feel the air move around him, chilling his exposed skin.

Do you know why?

Of course he knew why. Humans are afraid of the supernatural, after all. So why else would they keep the monsters locked in cages in the basement of their homes?

Because I love you, his tormentor said.

That was unexpected. It shouldn't have surprised the ghost; he expected it. After all, he could hear his thoughts loud and clear. He could hear all of his fears, all of his desires. The spectre sighed. So what would he tell him now?

You've heard of the myths and legends of the supernatural, haven't you? You've heard about the monsters lurking outside of our borders, hiding behind human faces. You've heard of the stories of the spirits. You've known of demons and witches. But you've never really believed them. Why is that?

Why indeed? The spectre stared straight ahead at nothing in particular, listening intently.

Humans fear us more than we fear them. Humans seek us out, but our presence isn't welcomed.

So why were these beings helping him? Was he somehow special? Did it have something to do with the ghost hunting business? Or maybe it was a mix of both. Whatever it was, this ghost hunter was willing to fight a losing battle with his own kind for him. That made the spectre smile bitterly to himself.

Humans will always lose the war, you know. One day, they won't have the strength to defend themselves anymore. The spectres will consume them whole. Soon the world will be ours.

Soon. How long till that day came? He knew what was coming, but it still scared him nonetheless. Humans were weak creatures. Weak like him. But they weren't like him. They lived in the light, believing they had nothing to fear, believing they could beat the monsters.

This was one of the things he admired most about them; they fought with courage and determination, believing in themselves until they met their match. Unfortunately, they had a lot of flaws. Fear, greed, ignorance. People were blind. They believed in false promises and lies. They saw ghosts as evil, as the monsters that plagued their nightmares. Sometimes, these fools even tried to attack them. He had seen it happen more than once; once, it actually came close. When it finally hit a person like him, they'd never be the same again. The monsters would never give them any peace. They would never stop chasing them. It would become harder for them to breathe. And it would end up with them lying dead in a ditch somewhere, their lungs filled with dirt and worms, unable to breathe, to think, to speak, and finally to die. He didn't mind dying so much. What he cared about was the happiness the human would enjoy. After all, what could possibly be better than ending one's own life? But he knew that the humans' deaths would be short lived. They were already dead; there was nothing more for them to fear. And then, when they eventually died, the monsters would be waiting just a few days away. Waiting until the humans were asleep and peaceful. Until they'd have the chance to feast on their blood, to eat their hearts.

CHAPTER THREE

Once those humans died, the monsters would be free to do whatever they pleased. To hunt wherever they wanted; whenever they wanted; without fear. Without remorse. They were free from humanity, free to feed on them as they please. He could feel his hunger growing stronger, and he knew that soon it would begin to control him. If it wasn't controlled, it could kill him. The monsters wouldn't have to worry about that. He would die slowly and painfully, and his soul would join the rest of the souls within hell before it finally shattered into dust. He knew that he shouldn't complain. There were times where he missed the darkness of hell far too much, but then he remembered that he still had his freedom and it was still worth fighting for. He would die fighting anyway, no matter how many times he ended up dying.

What happens after they die? he whispered softly.

The spectre's voice echoed in the silent night. Once again, the voice chuckled lightly.

Nothing at all.

He waited a couple seconds before continuing to wander further into the woods, careful to not touch any trees or branches. The spectre didn't trust these woods to be completely safe. He could never be too careful when walking around at night. Besides, his feet hurt from running through so much foliage. As he looked around at the darkness around him, he frowned. Where should he start searching first? He needed to find somewhere to hide. It would probably be best to search for an uninhabited area. Otherwise, the monsters would know immediately where he was hiding. He didn't want that. He wanted to be able to roam freely for however long he desired. But he couldn' help feeling frustrated. He was already exhausted by constantly moving around. This wouldn't take much longer, hopefully.

Hmm...that's odd...

His heart dropped. What did he mean by that? Was someone else nearby? Should he run? But no, there was no way he could hide from humans forever. A quick scan told him