Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 72: Unexpected Attack

Chapter 72: Unexpected Attack

Meanwhile...

Alicia's Point of View

I glanced across the circle now and then, keeping an eye on Zak as I set up the static-x camera. All I could really see of him now was the glow of his flashlight. I felt uneasy and anxious at being so far apart from him, but figured most of it was the forces of the circle affecting me.

Just as I was double checking the settings on the static-x camera and hit the record button, I faintly heard Zak's voice calling my name. I looked up and in the direction his voice had come from.

Where's the glow of his flashlight...?

"Yeah?" I called back.

He must not of heard me, because I heard Zak nearly yell my name. His voice was full of fear, which instantly filled me with fear.

"Zak!" I called back, louder, as I grabbed my handheld camera from the ground – I wanted the extra bit of light the camera provided to go along with my flashlight - and started running across the circle.

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I reached Zak a few moments later - out of breath from running - to find him standing just outside the circle. He seemed fine, other than the fact he was staring into the woods and breathing a bit hard. But he wasn't moving at all, it was like he was frozen in place.

I aimed my camera in the direction he was staring, using the night vision of my camera to help me see further into the darkness. I was expecting to see a large, wild animal, prepared to lunge at us. Or something paranormal and unknown.

But there was nothing.

"Zak...what-" I started, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the Mel-Meter alarm sounded for a brief moment. I also heard some sort of subsonic sound off in the distance for almost the same amount of time that the Mel-Meter alarm sounded.

What in the hell...

Zak suddenly turned and grabbed onto my upper arm with one hand. He was gripping my arm so tightly it hurt.

"Zak-" I started, reaching up with one hand and grabbing onto his bicep of the arm that was holding onto me, but he cut me off.

"Something's happening to me..." Zak said.

I noticed his breathing was becoming faster and more laboured.

"Come out here," I said, thinking maybe the surrounding trees were making him feel claustrophobic. But somehow I knew it wasn't that, because I started to feel some sort of strange energy too, unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"No..." Zak said, his voice shaky, weak, and full of more fear than I've ever heard come out of him since I had met him. He sounded like a lost, scared little boy.

I was really starting to get scared now. Zak didn't scare easily, and for him to be behaving this way...it was terrifying.

"Zak...come on, come out here," I said, gripping the sleeve of his jacket and trying to pull him toward me and back into the circle. But he was rooted in place, as if his feet were cemented to the ground. His hand was still gripping my arm, painfully. I tried not to grimace in pain, but I knew I'd have a bruise later.

Zak didn't respond to my coaxing, and I noticed his breathing was becoming even more quickly, in a very bad way. He was wheezing.

It suddenly dawned on me that regardless of what he'd seen or heard, regardless if this had started out as a paranormal attack, he was now having an asthma attack.