"Help Me," the boy struggled to say. The boy, well, teenager, was completely covered in dirt and mud. His hair and face were caked with it and it was impossible to make out any of his features. His clothes were basically rags, and he was missing his shoes. "Help me," the boy begged again.

I nodded and tossed the bat aside and closed the door to undo the deadbolt. He was still there when I reopened the door. Calmly, I placed a hand on his shoulder and led him inside and out of the rain.

"Come on," I say gently as I try not to scare him anymore than he was.

I bring him into the hallway and close the door behind him. The boy was shivering, and his teeth were chattering so hard that I thought they might break. Water was rolling off him and pooling on the hardwood floor.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I-I-I don't kn-know," he struggled to say. "I w-w-woke up in a b-b-b-box underground. I-I-I-I don't know h-how I go-got there."

"Shh it's okay," I try to sooth him as he says he was buried alive. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

The boy nods as I led him to the bathroom. I flip on the lights and he cringed at the brightness. Once he regains his composure he looks around in confusion.

"What Is that?" he asks as he pointed to the shower.

"A shower," I tell him, but he looks even more confused. Has he never seen a shower? "It's a bath. You see, water goes out of the faucet up there and it cleans you."

"Don't you have a tub?" he asked. "No," I say slowly as I reach in the shower and pull out a few bottles to show him. "This is shampoo. You put it in your hair and you wash it like that. This is body wash. Put this on a cloth and wash your body with it. Understand?"

"Yes," he nodded. "How does that...shower thing work?"

"I'll Turn it on for you. If it gets too hot, turn this dial, if it's too cold turn this one," I explain as I turn the knob and water shoots out from the top. The boy jumps back in shock. "See. It's okay. I'll get you some clean clothes okay? Can you tell me your name? Is there someone I can call?"

"Calvin," he says. "Calvin Gilbert."

My heart drops when he says his name. Did I hear him right? It must have been a coincidence that his name is the same as they guy on the gravestone.

"I have to find someone," he said suddenly, throwing me off guard.

"Get your bath first. I'll be out here," I say slowly as I turned around and walked out the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

This has to be some kind of joke. What are the odds of some guy showing up with the exact same name as a dead guy I talk to? Did the kids from school find this outband are tricking me? It was impossible for someone to come back from the dead.

Right?

I turned back and looked at the closed door. Calvin was behind there, well, if that was his real name. I know I said I wished he were alive, but I didn't actually think it would have happened.

Before I could think, I took a chair from the dining room and placed it against the door so he couldn't get out. This needs to be a prank, and I was going to prove it. I grabbed a pair of my shoes that were by the front door and shoved them on. It was still raining out, but I didn't care. At this point I began to feel numb, so I grabbed a flashlight off the table and ran out of the house and into the woods.

Water lashed at me as I ran past tree after tree. It was slippery out and I kept losing my footing, but I was on a mission. I'd be damned if I let a little rain slow me down. Rain slid down my bare arms as I ran. It gave me motivation to haul my ass there as quickly as possible.

I slipped and stumbled a few times before I made it to the small clearing. By then I was completely soak to the bone and I was shivering. I really didn't think this through before I left. My hoodie and umbrella were right next to the door, but I just ignored them.

I walked up to the grave slowly before shining the light on it. My breath hitched, and I fell on my knees.

In the middle of the grave was a hole. A hole where Calvin Gilbert climbed out of. A hole that once had a dead guy in it. Now that guy was alive and in my bathroom.

I clapped my hand over my mouth as I tried to stifle my sobs. Somehow, I managed to bring a guy who died nearly 200 years ago back to life.

How did I do that?

I don't know how long I knelt on my knees. My body was numb and I knew that wasn't a good sign. Carefully, I pushed myself off of the ground and started to walk back to my house trying to wrap my head around this situation.

What was I going to do with him? How am I going to tell my dad? Can Calvin live in this world? He freaked out when he saw a shower. Who knows how he will react if he saw a plane or anything else for that matter.

It takes me fifth teen minutes to walk back to my house. By the time I entered the house I remembered I locked him in. When I heard him knocking I removed the chair and opened the door.

"I think your door is broken," he stated. Calvin stood before me with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely dry except for his hair. That was damp and disheveled. Calvin was tall, lean, and muscular. I don't know his exact height, but he towered over my 5'6 status. His eyes were blue and his hair was blond. "Why are you wet?"

I looked up into his eyes. "I didn't believe you when you said you were Calvin Gilbert, so I went to check your grave."

"My grave?" he questioned as he tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Calvin, what year do you think this is?" I ask him seriously.

"It's 1829," he told me. "Your home is different from others I have been in. Are you some sort of inventor?"

"No, I'm not," I say as I shake my head. "Calvin, it's 2018."

Calvin's eyes widen in surprise. He was slowly starting to realize that he was in a different time. "I remember," he said quietly.

"What do you remember?" I asked softly.

"My death," he told me with his jaw clenched.

I didn't know what to do, so I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave him a pat."Come on, let's get you some clothes."

I lead him out of the bathroom and up the stairs to my room. My body was still shaking from the cold and the realization of what I had done. I could sense him staring around the house in awe. Most of these things were foreign to him and he didn't understand.

Once we're in my room I walk over to my dresser to find clothes for him. I had a few pieces of guy clothing that I was sure it would fit him. I turn to see him eyeing the rug he was standing on.

"You said you needed to find someone," I said, pulling his attention to me. "Who."

"Her name is Rose," he said as he took a step towards her. "She would visit me at my grave. She would share stories, and talk about her life. When I awoke, I knew I had to find her. Do you know her? I haven't any idea of what she looks like."

I sigh and stand up. "I'm Rose."

A smile came across his face. "I enjoyed that book you read to me today. Pip seems like a bright child."

I smirk and hand him the clothes. "Here put these on," I tell him as I hand him a pair of sweatpants, a black shirt, a pair of boxers, and a pair of socks.

"What about you?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "You are wet as well."

"I'm going to go downstairs and change," I tell him. "I'll only be gone a few minutes, okay?"

He nodded and I turned and walked out of the room. There was a basket on the washing machine full of my clean clothes. I yanked out a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. My wet clothes felt like a second skin to me as I peeled them off. After a few minutes of tugging at my jeans, they were successfully off and now I was in my dry PJ's.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a box of pizza and threw three slices on a plate and plopped it in the microwave. Calvin must be starving. He hasn't eaten in, well, years. As they were heating up, I pulled out two glasses and filled them up with water. After the microwave beeped, I grabbed the food and drinks and make my away back upstairs.

"You decent?" I called out as I reached the door.

"Yes, I am," he said back. I opened the door and Calvin immediately looked at me, then my legs, back at me, and then he blushed and looked at the wall.

"What?" I question as I walk past him and set the food down on my nightstand.

"Your legs," he said with a cough.

"What? Did I miss a spot when I was shaving?" I asked as I looked down at them.

"No, no. Nevermind," he waved off. I shrugged it off and handed him the plate.

"I brought you up some food. This is called pizza."

"Pizza?" he asked and I nodded. He picked up a piece and brought it to his mouth and took a bite. "It's good."

I smile and then look around the room. "So, what now? You want to watch a movie?"

"What is a movie?" he asked with a mouth full of food.

"Is like a play that we can watch when we want," I say as simple as I can without confusing him.

"What plays do you have?" he asked. I went over to where I kept my DVD's and pulled out as many as I could carry.

"I have these," I say as I placed the plastic cases on my bed. Calvin sifted through the movies. He would pick one up, then put it down, pick one up, then put it down. After a few minutes he had one in his hand.

"I know this one," he said as he handed me Sleepy Hollow. "I read this story as a boy."

"I guess we have a winner then," I say as move the other DVD's out of the way and hopped on my bed. As I started up my laptop, I noticed Calvin was still standing in the middle of the room. "You can sit down on the bed."

"But it is not proper for a man to sit on a young girl's bed," he said seriously. "What would your father say?"

"He'd asked what movie we were watching and then leave," I chuckled. "It's okay. No one's going to come crashing through the door to throw a bible at you."

Calvin looked unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and started to get on the bed. I placed the laptop in between us giving him a foot of space from me. I slip the movie in and it starts to play almost instantly.

"Ready for your first movie?" I asked playfully as I nudged his shoulder.

Calvin looked at me strangely before reaching over to grab my blanket. I thought he was going to put it on himself but I was surprised when he dropped it on my legs.

"Now I am," he said as he turned back to the movie.