07-23-2017, 09:04 PM
“I wasn’t able to find any freshwater, it’s all very stagnant and probably growing bacteria, I wouldn’t risk it.” Jamal reported, coming back in the room with his distinguished lack of shirt and seeing the fresh mess on the floor.
“This swamp could go on for hundreds of miles, he needs water and medical attention, the most we can do for him right now is toss some alcohol on the wounds, I’d like to dilute it too, with some water, but I guess that was hoping for too much,” Emily stated out loud, “Does anyone else have any ideas? His wound is infected and his body is fighting it off, he’s likely in shock and dehydrated. The bone is likely broken and poking out from there.”
Emily pointed, now was the time to unveil all, “Did any of you see a washer and drier? We could try to treat the water’s bacteria with a drop of bleach.”
“We haven’t checked the basement yet,” Mitch added. Alex cast a sharp look of surprise, that spoke of the dangers of the unknown.
“Looks like we better,” Jamal said and stood up, “Alex and Kat stay here with Merrel, Mitch and Em come with me.”
Kat’s expression exhumed relief as she was spared, and Alex just stared at Merrel, hoping that some way his friend on the brink of death could fight this.
The door was wooden, covered in a thick glaze of gloss. The latch was metallic and unpainted, likely just regular iron and there was a little wear at the base of where you’d flip the latch up. Slowly, adding to the eeriness of the moment, Jamal gently lifted the latch which protested with a squeak and then the door opened revealing a dense canvas of black. Like an abyss, it sat there for a moment, gaping.
If this wasn’t spooky, Emily didn’t know what was. The air was cold in the basement, and it had flooded up with a breeze at them. The silence of the cellar was stagnant, somehow void and observant. As though behind the thick curtain something was waiting, watching, breathing in the vacant silence
“Any lightswitch?” Emily asked in a hushed voice, shattering the transfixed gazes of her classmates.
“Uh… Doesn’t look like it,” Jamal’s hand waved along the edges of the wall and past the doorframe, “In the seventies though, didn’t you just walk downstairs and you’d pull the little chord underneath the lightbulb itself?”
Em nodded, “Yeah,” and walked over to the kitchen counter where she’d once sat her rock, it wasn’t out of the way, and there was some overall hesitation about plunging into the darkness. She thought, why not let something else go first? And she weaved her arm under Jamal’s shoulder and tossed the heavy rock from her hand. They listened as it rolled steadily down the stairs they couldn’t see. But she had to test the waters before she let anyone go down first.
The sounds were like ripples and they waited to hear anything stir in reply to their radar.
Clink!
Clunk!
Bump!
Clunk!
Clunk!
Clud!
Nothing rustled, nothing that they could hear anyway, after the sound of the rock reaching the bottom, they all exchanged a finalized look. Their expressions, a little less plagued with fear now. “Phones ready?”
“Yep,” Mitch and Em agreed.
Jamal took the plunge, the first in their demise downward and into the uncharted. Emily second, she had the biggest knife and wasn’t willing to give it up, meanwhile Mitch last he was shivering, the fear was tangible but he didn’t audibly complain. He was being a real trooper. Kat would’ve never gone down these stairs. Too much could go wrong.
Jamal’s feet tested the wood of every step and at every step, the degrees of darkness grew gradually black. If Emily didn’t hear his breathing directly in front of her, she wouldn’t have a clue he was there. Next step, she heard his foot gently tap the stair. He was doing it slowly, like he expected some of the wood to be old enough to break like it had under Mitch in the hallway. That was, however, likely just from rot.
There was a stench in the cellar, like something had died there. Each of the college students still extended their hands to the walls, attempting to find a switch, or it was more likely for them to trip on each other than finding some bleach. Still, they held their flip phones phones up and raise their weapons at-the-ready, the dim light their screens were casting was terribly insufficient. They needed tools.
Mitch took a step down behind Em and nearly stumbled down and lost his footing. His hand reached for her shoulder which caused her to jump with in unhinged moment of fright. “Just me,” he said quietly with embarrassment and he used her to regain his balance while steadying her too. She stayed where she was after gasping under her breath at the sudden reach to her shoulder. In a place as dark as this, it was hard to remember she was surrounded by not just allies but friends.
She exhaled and Jamal continued his steps gingerly climbing down the stairs. “It smells gross down here,” Mitch stated the obvious, however Em figured he wanted to be comforted by the familiar sound of his own voice. “I know this is ridiculous, but it feels like there’s something else down here.”
“Don’t jinx us. If there was, it would’ve been roused by the sudden sound of my rock,” Emily said, so sure. But really, she knew she was trying to convince herself it was true. There was a spooky haunting of something prowling in the shadows, hopefully, Emily prayed, it could be slain by a blade.
Jamal remained quiet, hoping they would follow his lead. Of course Jamal felt the eyes of whatever creature was on him, but he couldn’t decide the direction, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of his fears, which made the terror thrilling his bones faster and hotter than static, all the more real. And worse, he couldn’t backtrack and go back up the stairs. One reason, because his friend was up there and needed him. Another reason was that if he ran, he’d be the last up the stairs, and he’d be turning his back to whatever dwelled in the darkness. He still wanted to run, fear crawled beneath his skin, wriggling beneath the faded ebony and churning his stomach.
He held up the screen’s light on maximum brightness, and halted, hesitating even to take a breath as he felt the flat stone cellar collide with the base of his sole.
“This swamp could go on for hundreds of miles, he needs water and medical attention, the most we can do for him right now is toss some alcohol on the wounds, I’d like to dilute it too, with some water, but I guess that was hoping for too much,” Emily stated out loud, “Does anyone else have any ideas? His wound is infected and his body is fighting it off, he’s likely in shock and dehydrated. The bone is likely broken and poking out from there.”
Emily pointed, now was the time to unveil all, “Did any of you see a washer and drier? We could try to treat the water’s bacteria with a drop of bleach.”
“We haven’t checked the basement yet,” Mitch added. Alex cast a sharp look of surprise, that spoke of the dangers of the unknown.
“Looks like we better,” Jamal said and stood up, “Alex and Kat stay here with Merrel, Mitch and Em come with me.”
Kat’s expression exhumed relief as she was spared, and Alex just stared at Merrel, hoping that some way his friend on the brink of death could fight this.
The door was wooden, covered in a thick glaze of gloss. The latch was metallic and unpainted, likely just regular iron and there was a little wear at the base of where you’d flip the latch up. Slowly, adding to the eeriness of the moment, Jamal gently lifted the latch which protested with a squeak and then the door opened revealing a dense canvas of black. Like an abyss, it sat there for a moment, gaping.
If this wasn’t spooky, Emily didn’t know what was. The air was cold in the basement, and it had flooded up with a breeze at them. The silence of the cellar was stagnant, somehow void and observant. As though behind the thick curtain something was waiting, watching, breathing in the vacant silence
“Any lightswitch?” Emily asked in a hushed voice, shattering the transfixed gazes of her classmates.
“Uh… Doesn’t look like it,” Jamal’s hand waved along the edges of the wall and past the doorframe, “In the seventies though, didn’t you just walk downstairs and you’d pull the little chord underneath the lightbulb itself?”
Em nodded, “Yeah,” and walked over to the kitchen counter where she’d once sat her rock, it wasn’t out of the way, and there was some overall hesitation about plunging into the darkness. She thought, why not let something else go first? And she weaved her arm under Jamal’s shoulder and tossed the heavy rock from her hand. They listened as it rolled steadily down the stairs they couldn’t see. But she had to test the waters before she let anyone go down first.
The sounds were like ripples and they waited to hear anything stir in reply to their radar.
Clink!
Clunk!
Bump!
Clunk!
Clunk!
Clud!
Nothing rustled, nothing that they could hear anyway, after the sound of the rock reaching the bottom, they all exchanged a finalized look. Their expressions, a little less plagued with fear now. “Phones ready?”
“Yep,” Mitch and Em agreed.
Jamal took the plunge, the first in their demise downward and into the uncharted. Emily second, she had the biggest knife and wasn’t willing to give it up, meanwhile Mitch last he was shivering, the fear was tangible but he didn’t audibly complain. He was being a real trooper. Kat would’ve never gone down these stairs. Too much could go wrong.
Jamal’s feet tested the wood of every step and at every step, the degrees of darkness grew gradually black. If Emily didn’t hear his breathing directly in front of her, she wouldn’t have a clue he was there. Next step, she heard his foot gently tap the stair. He was doing it slowly, like he expected some of the wood to be old enough to break like it had under Mitch in the hallway. That was, however, likely just from rot.
There was a stench in the cellar, like something had died there. Each of the college students still extended their hands to the walls, attempting to find a switch, or it was more likely for them to trip on each other than finding some bleach. Still, they held their flip phones phones up and raise their weapons at-the-ready, the dim light their screens were casting was terribly insufficient. They needed tools.
Mitch took a step down behind Em and nearly stumbled down and lost his footing. His hand reached for her shoulder which caused her to jump with in unhinged moment of fright. “Just me,” he said quietly with embarrassment and he used her to regain his balance while steadying her too. She stayed where she was after gasping under her breath at the sudden reach to her shoulder. In a place as dark as this, it was hard to remember she was surrounded by not just allies but friends.
She exhaled and Jamal continued his steps gingerly climbing down the stairs. “It smells gross down here,” Mitch stated the obvious, however Em figured he wanted to be comforted by the familiar sound of his own voice. “I know this is ridiculous, but it feels like there’s something else down here.”
“Don’t jinx us. If there was, it would’ve been roused by the sudden sound of my rock,” Emily said, so sure. But really, she knew she was trying to convince herself it was true. There was a spooky haunting of something prowling in the shadows, hopefully, Emily prayed, it could be slain by a blade.
Jamal remained quiet, hoping they would follow his lead. Of course Jamal felt the eyes of whatever creature was on him, but he couldn’t decide the direction, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of his fears, which made the terror thrilling his bones faster and hotter than static, all the more real. And worse, he couldn’t backtrack and go back up the stairs. One reason, because his friend was up there and needed him. Another reason was that if he ran, he’d be the last up the stairs, and he’d be turning his back to whatever dwelled in the darkness. He still wanted to run, fear crawled beneath his skin, wriggling beneath the faded ebony and churning his stomach.
He held up the screen’s light on maximum brightness, and halted, hesitating even to take a breath as he felt the flat stone cellar collide with the base of his sole.
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