John

There was a handsome tall, dark hair, mysterious man the only thing known about this man is he was the CEO of Scottsdale's most popular nightclub. No one really had a clue where he came from or even really his full name. He always just wetn by the name John never would he really give his full name, or even where he came from. He was reclusive but somehow, he also always attracted the biggest nightclub crowds at his place “From the Grave Night club and Rave”.

He was bizarre for example he would never be seen during the day anywhere’s, If at any time he needed anything he would send out his assistants or make the people come to him. But oh my God was he handsome, standing about 6 foot tall, dark hair always combed perfectly in place, deep brown eyes, oh you can get loss in his eyes. His eye were of an old soul, that was both tortured, and a bit of a bad boy mix. It was odd I never thought I could find some one so complicated.

One night we were out at his club I got a little bit too tipsy, as I stumbled around looking for my way to the restroom, I took a wrong turn. I walked into this very long hallway, ever so dark there were lamps, but the lamps were all set for very dim lighting, I finally found a door. I open the door, in the room I seen nothing but weapons, but not normal weapons. These weapons were weapons of oldder caliber, wooden stakes, axes, swords, bottles labeled holy water, this was just scary. As I turned to get out there; there he was “John” I did not hear him. I did not sense him but he was there seemly out of thin air. I am usually very aware even when drunk of other presence so I must have been real blitzed.

“ What are you doing back here”.

Before I can say anything I immediately threw up all over his floor. Next thing I knew I was waking up in a bedroom I have never seen before. It was simplistic and dark. When I say dark, I mean practically cave-like. The only things in the room were the bed I was in, a small dresser could barely make out, and the nightstand next to me. On the nightstand, there was a lamp I turned on the lamp, and same as the hallways lights from my dream it was very dim. I got out of bed and walked into the living room and there was john sleeping on the sofa. He must have brought me here to rest, but where is here? There were no windows, not even a small one like in a basement not, even in the kitchen not in the living room. I went to open the door once again John was there directly behind me, I heard nothing, not a sound that he was even up.

“This is a little scary,” I said as whisper

“No, need to be scared, however, I am curious of what you remember from last night?”

“Honestly, I just remember drinking a little too much and then some very weird dreams? Did we?”

“No, we did nothing. I fount you passed out in our drink cellar. So, I brought you here to rest until morning”

“Oh,” I don’t know why but somehow I felt safe with him, “why are there no windows here?”

“To be honest working all night to run the nightclub; I Prefer it to be as dark during the day as can be so I can rest. Breakfast is on the way I hope you don’t mind. “ Knock knock, John open the door and walked it into what looked like the hall like the one I dreamed about.

Was it a dream?

“I was not sure what you liked so I have sausage, bacon, and ham, eggs, oatmeal and grits, toast, waffles, and pancakes, and apple juice, orange juice, milk, and coffee. If you want anything else, I could get something else delivered.”

“No, this is plenty I am sure I can find something assuming my stomach will let me keep the food down. Thank you. May I ask why do not really go out? I mean no one ever sees you out especially during the day”

“Let's just say I have a condition that makes it difficult for me to go out during the day”

“ That sucks.”

“ Do you have work to go to work?”

“Actually no. Today is my day off which is the only reason I let myself drink that much.”

“ Okay well you are more than welcome to hangout until tonight or I can show you the way out, Whatever you prefer”

“ Honestly I Kind of like getting to you? For example” I walk over to the bookshelf, “ these books are basically antiques looks like some of these are original for 1700 century but they look that old”

“ They are that old.”

“ What? That means some of these are probably worth, hundreds of thousands or even millions if they are in good shape”

“ They are in good shape I learn a long time ago how to take care of my books, and they were not worth that much when I bought them years ago”

“ Do you read them?”

“ Of course, why have books if you don’t read them?”

“Wow, why do you keep the rooms so dim?”

“ It helps me keep my headaches down, Bright lights is like looking into the sun, since I developed my condition”

“ Oh, that sounds miserable. Is there any cure or anything you can do?”

“Not that I know off of there than getting killed, but you learn to live with it.”