Demons In The Golden Angel Part 1

If I knew it would’ve been the last day that I saw Brett, I obviously would’ve said much more. I wouldn’t have just said, “What’s up?” Talk to him, move on, do my work, see him again, have a few more discussions and carry on. I would’ve asked, “Who could hurt you?”1

I was the one out of five boys my age who goes to Eileen Careen’s Drama School. There was Jake, Richard, Adam and Michael. My name is Nathaniel Jacobson, otherwise known as Nathan or Nate.2

I’ll start from the beginning on where my insanity was questioned:3

It was the first day I’ve been there for three months. I loved almost everyone there. My best friends were Jake Prizant, Adam Robinson and Holly Culic. We were running around like we usually did and that’s when we met our old, friendly hallway; the one leading to the dressing room.4

“Hey guys, did you hear what Richie’s saying now? Apparently there’s a dead body back there!” Adam said, laughing.5

Richie was known as the best actor here, the problem was was that he was too full of himself! Not only that, he always tries to scare the newcomers, and it usually works.6

“Wow…” Holly muttered. “Who wants to go back there and see that it’s just a damn mannequin?”7

“I will!” I laughed. I pulled up my sleeves and ran down the hallway. I must admit though, I got scared of Richie’s tales once, but hasn’t everybody? I kept walking and I saw a tray covered with a blanket. It had to be what he was talking about.8

I lifted it up and imagined that there was a murdered person, with blood dripping down his mouth and nose, his mouth and eyes wide open, and his clothes torn apart. But what was it really? Just what Holly predicted; a mannequin.9

“You were right Holly!” I shouted coming out.10

Just then, a plump man in his early fifties, with a reading glasses and a large bald spot on his head came up to us: Philip “Doc” Manderson, the leader of the drama school. Or as some call him: the principal.11

“Doc!” We all shouted in unison.12

“What’s up you guys?” He asked, offering us high-fives. Of course we all accepted. There wasn’t a single person there who hated Doc. “Okay, I need two volunteers to help me open this box for the show we have.”13

“What is it?” Jake asked.14

“You’ll see in a little bit.” He explained, smiling. He decided to take me and Jake with him.15

We talked about our breaks while he led us down the stairs. Everything was the same, it was good to be back! He showed us a long crate, obviously a statue or a bunch of costumes.16

It was no ordinary box though, it wasn’t labeled. A box sent by a friend would be wrapped and signed; a box sent by a lover would be unwrapped and signed with “guess who”; a box sent by a parent would be wrapped and signed “with hugs and kisses” to embarrass the person in front of their friends. But this box, had none of those symptoms.17

To be continued... 18