Part 1

The moon hung in the dark night sky like a big bright orange. Shadows seemed to appear from nowhere as James and I walked along the chilly night street. We had left the high school gym in time to beat the ever approaching darkness, but had dragged along a little too slowly. This night felt creepy and I couldn't shake the overwhelming gloom that covered me like a blanket. James noticed that my mood was a bit off asking in a very low tone, “Hey, what's up with you? You creeping me out. Gees get a grip." He turned around to look behind us as if he thought maybe something was wrong as well.

"Man I just can't shake this feeling. The night air just seems too still. Don't ya feel it?" I ask. Hoping that maybe I was being just a little paranoid.

James seemed to be lost in the moment as we walked faster down the now spooky dark road. Wow, it seemed as if the road just got longer and longer. There didn't seem to be an end in sight to the black pavement. As we quickened our pace, the woods appeared to reach out, engulfing us.

Our high school had held a special event tonight in order to raise money for needy families in our community. The drama class had written a play revolving around a family that had become homeless, finding themselves living on the streets. It was a pretty cool play and one that brought attention to a very real social problem. Sometime during the play one of our classmates had vanished, without a trace. His parents had become panic stricken with the worse type of fear. The police had shown up from out of nowhere asking thousands of questions about a boy named Norton.

Where had Norton gone? Why had Norton disappeared into the night? Who if anybody might be involved in his disappearance? The best question of all, who was Norton and what was he into?