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It's raining. When did it start raining. He tried to remember but his brain felt jumbled and everything felt far away. As if he had just woken up.
He was walking. Where am I going. He tried to remember something. His name or where he was but it was like his mind was trying to fall back to sleep, and he just wanted to give in. But something told him that he couldn't. If he fell asleep now, he wouldn't wake up again. But why.
There was icy kind of panic he was feeling, that made him shiver but he just didn't know what he was suppose to be afraid of. He tried to remember and a few glimpses of some of his memories came back.
He had been standing by a grave.
The name Tommy Kinkle came to mind, and it rang a faint bell of familiarity.. But he just couldn't remember how. He had been crying. Why was I crying.
Then he had walked away. He had been walking in the woods. Like he is now.. And he had seen someone. A man. He had sounded like he was in pain...
The man had said something...
And he had said something back. He just wanted to help.
Then red eyes. Glowing in the dark.
And then nothing. Just a dark hole where a memory should be.
But now he was walking. Where was he going again? Maybe away from the woods or to get help for the man.
He tried to get his feet to stop. He was so tired. He just wanted to rest for a while. But they wouldn't stop. That's when his fear shot ice through his veins. He wasn't in control. Someone.. Something else was.
Red eyes.
Glowing in the dark.
He had remembered those eyes. He had been afraid when he had seen those eyes.
A fracture of a memory flashed through his mind. I love you Spellman.. You taught me how to love...
Then he had seen those red eyes!
The devil.
He remembered now. He hadn't recognized the man in the robe at first, sounding like he was hurt but when he had come closer, he'd seen his eyes and recognized him.. Before..
What had happened after that. He tried to remember. But for the life of him, he just couldn't. He just remembered being afraid and then nothing. Before his mind woke up again and he saw himself walking.
He's still walking. Where is he really going. Not back to the old man.. No. He wants to get away from him. But where to go. And why can't he stop walking.
A voice that sounded terrifyingly familiar whispered to his mind to just go back to sleep. And he realized. He was not in control. The devil was.
I need a mortal host. The old man had said...
He had possessed him.
That's why he couldn't stop walking.
He was fully awake now and scared out of his mind. More afraid than he ever had been before. He tried to take control of his hand. Just to move it. But nothing happened. He tried again, as hard as he could and moved his finger just an inch. It was something at least.
Soon enough he saw something. People. Cars. Signs with writing on them. One of them said Greendale on it.
Greendale.. His home.
He remembered something. He lived in a house with his dad. And his brother. Tommy!
And he remembered his own name! He was Harvey Kinkle.
Maybe he could remember something else.. A painful shock went to his heart. No. Just his dad was all he had left now. Tommy was gone. Dead.
That's why he had been at the graveyard. He had been visiting Tommy's grave.
This is great. His memories were coming back. Even if he couldn't control more than a finger to move, this was something. He was fighting back.
Sure, the memories of his brother being gone stung, but he'd rather remember than to forget completely.
BEING REWRITTEN.