Gray Wright ( is my missing uncle)

Ethan stood there staring at the piece of paper as the memory flashed into his mind. The same memory where he was writing the same words on a paper.

"I don't understand; what is this doing here?" Ethan murmured, trying to pull himself together.

Two strange things have happened already, and there's this one; Ethan thought it was just a normal dream, but seeing this here made him doubt that.

"I think I should just sleep and get this off my head", Ethan said lying with his back on the bed.

"Just a little nap", Ethan said as he closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he found himself in their backyard, where he saw his younger self playing with a man he couldn't tell he had met.

Ethan wanted to go meet them but some sort of force field was preventing him from entering. He made many advances and even shouted but his younger version was just too deep into playing with this man that he didn't pay attention to anything else.

"I can't remember someone who made me smile when I was a kid. Why can't I remember such a good memory, and what's up with this barrier keeping me out?" Ethan said, frustrated, as he hit his two hands on the invincible wall.

He later sat down and decided to watch them play together, and he was glad to know that there was a point in time when he was happy; the only thing that disturbed him was that he didn't seem to remember who such a person was. It wasn't his father that's for sure.

Ethan later realized that they couldn't see him and decided to stop trying to get their attention.

"This dream is kinda strange; I feel so…... what's the word free, like my physical self is here, and it's as if I have my hundred percent awareness", Ethan said, looking around.

"Maybe I should go look around at other places", Ethan said, staring at the mansion in front of him.

"That would be my dream house," Ethan said, walking towards it, and for the second time, the same invisible kept him from entering, and this made him confused. He looked at the field, and no one was there, and the voices he was hearing inside confirmed that they had finished their little play.

"Mom, I had so much fun with Grandpa, and it was amazing," Dream Ethan said as sounds of him munching on his meal could be heard.

Ethan was so glad to hear that and was interested in the conversation but all of a sudden couldn't hear a thing again, at that moment a man came out of the with Ethan sitting on the porch; Ethan didn't pay attention to him, knowing he won't see him, but he was wrong.

"What are you doing here, and for whom are you working?" the man said, pointing a gun-like weapon at Ethan.

"The day keeps getting crazier, first in the real world, and now, in my dream, I'm destined for not having peace", Ethan said, staring at the man, the same man playing with his younger self.

"I thought this was supposed to be my dream, and this is my house," Ethan anxiously said, afraid he might offend the man threatening him.

"Your house? what do you mean by your house?" the man said as he put his gun away.

"Yes, I'm Ethan, just his older version", Ethan said, feeling a little safe after the gun was put away.

The man suddenly hugged Ethan as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I never thought you would take the banner of my work, I see. It's quite dirty work for a normal person, but you're not normal, Ethan; you were born for this reason, son", the man said, looking Ethan directly in the eyes.

"What work? and who are you, sir?" Ethan said, still processing what he had just heard.

"I'm your grandfather, and my name is Grey Wright," Grey said while taking a seat beside Ethan.

"I had a grandpa? I can't seem to remember having a grandpa, and why is that?" Ethan asked, confused.

"Your memories were blocked but are still there; just needs time," Grey said while tapping on Ethan's head.

"Who blocked them and why?" Ethan said, waiting for an answer.

" Why don't we take a walk, son?" Grey said, standing up as Ethan followed.

"Our time together was adventurous, and mystery-solving was your favorite back then," Grey said as they continued their walk.

"It takes a smart kid to be solving the kind of mysteries I gave you, and you just kept surprising me that you later found out," Grey said with a lowered voice.

"Found out what?", Ethan asked with curiosity written all over his face.

"The type of work I do," Grey said as they stopped walking.

"What's wrong with that? Finding out your work isn't a crime, is it?" Ethan said, looking at Grey.

" No no, I didn't have a job any normal people will do it know you see", Grey said

"I'm aware that you don't understand what I'm talking about, but this isn't a place to talk about it. Your time is almost up go now", Grey said

"But…."

"Don't worry, everything you need to know is in the book so you would be okay", Grey interrupted Ethan as he waved goodbye to Ethan.

Opening his eyes, he saw himself on the bed, tired and hungry. He managed to get up, and looking at the time, he was shocked.

"Only 5 minutes. I spent only five minutes, but it seemed like hours over there", Ethan said, rubbing his eyes before going to check if his clock was faulty, but everything was fine.

"Honey, dinner is ready; come while it's still warm," Emily said while knocking on Ethan's door.

The knock from the door made him snap out of his deep thinking.

"I'll be there in a second; just start eating. I have something I want to do. I will be down soon", Ethan said.

"Okay then, just come down soon, ok?" Emily said as she headed downstairs.

"Is he coming?", Alexander asked on seeing Emily come down.

"He said he would," Emily said with a look of depression on her face.

"Why are you moody all of a sudden? He did say he was coming. We would have to just wait", Alexander said, pulling Emily closer.

Ethan was half the stairway when he saw his parents hugging.

"What's going on here?", Ethan asked as he took a seat.

"Nothing, just giving your mom a hug, she needed one", Alexander said looking at Emily with a smile

"Okay..", Ethan said as he started eating.

"So how was your first day?"Emily said, winking at Alexander to support her.

"It was okay", Ethan answered without even looking at her.

*I could tell what mom was doing; like I keep saying, I hate being questioned and hate it even more when I'm doing something important, for instance, now that I'm feeding. Then there's today's event. A bunch of strange things happened, and I'm yet to grasp anything out of it*.

"I say a lot in my", Ethan thought, giving out a sigh of frustration.

"Okay, did you make any friends?"Emily asked.

*What is wrong with these people? I attended the same middle school for three years and had zero friends, which made her think I could make one in just a day*.

"No, not yet", Ethan said, now fully focused on his meal.

"Okay, seen any girl you like?"Emily said, smiling at Ethan.

*That's it, I can't take it any more*

"I'm going to bed; thanks for the food," Ethan said and went upstairs.

"Great job chasing him off", Alexander said teasingly.

"I didn't do anything wrong; I just wanted to ask what any normal mother would have asked," Emily said, defending herself.

While going upstairs he could still hear the voices of his parents arguing over things he didn't care about.

"Sleep, sleep, and sleep", Ethan murmured till he got to his room which usually was a mess.

"Now let's see what my grandpa was talking about", Ethan said looking at the book on his desk approaching it.

" Here goes", Ethan said as he found a small book inside and written boldly on the front side

was GRAY WRIGHT'S DAIRY.

He carefully took it out and closed the book again

"Maybe it would be best if I start with this; he did say that everything I need to know is in the book. Is this what he meant? Any, let's find out", Ethan said as he opened the book.

I didn't have much time to read everything, and I avoided the most private ones; the ones I paid much attention to were those related to me and the book.

"My grandpa had quite the life, an interesting one at that", Ethan said, flipping through the pages; every page had a title like a novel.

After some minutes of flipping, he finally came across an interesting title; he found something on a piece of paper different from the diary, like a set of instructions.