05-30-2017, 01:39 AM
Trisha turned around, her breaths were heavy and filled with fear, she thought she’d heard a rustling in the bushes behind her, however, it seemed it wasn’t so. She held her breath. It had gotten dark and that had not only chilled the air, but it made every tree she passed more scary than the last. She thought of what Emily had said about the werewolf. Those don’t exist, but this wasn’t home either. There was no telling how to explain it, other than that Emily was likely hallucinating, it was a wolf sure, but there was no way it resembled a man as well.
She’d learned it in her Psych class, people’s minds often made up lies so that they could deal with the truth. So, the truth was that Claire was dead, but to cope with that truth? To cope with the blood all over her shirt? She’d made up a story, yeah, that had to be it. There was no other way. This was just a coincidence, this was just a nightmare, but she’d wake up soon, in her bed, and no one would know the difference.
Through the dark tree branches and the other shadows of the night, Trisha spotted a light and gasped with excitement. She’d found them! The others! Boy would she smack them for losing her in this situation, even in a dream, this was life or death! Getting lost and being alone with no way to defend yourself was scary, real or not.
“Alex? Emily? Mitch? Johnson? Is that you?!” She called out and her pace hastened, she raced forward to find a small opening of the trees, the ground was solid here, which, after walking that long in goop felt almost uncomfortable. Her hopes had gotten up, because she’d arrived and there was no one there. Actually, there was an empty shack that looked more like an out house than anything else, with a torch lit next to the door.
She stepped a bit closer, the mystery unfolding before her eyes and curiosity bribing her mind: What was inside? Well, to be both obvious and frank, the answers she sought were inside. Her friends might be in there too. If only she dared to open the latch…
Trish took a step into the light cast by the spooky torch that was set to burn atop the piece of wood and hesitation built up in the holding of her breath. She blinked again, she had nothing to be worried about, this wasn’t real, or at least the werewolf Em had made up wasn’t, what was she worrying about so much? It was common sense, or maybe it was in her gut, but she waited as her eyes contemplated with the mysteries held behind closed doors.
Meanwhile…
“Hey! What’s that up ahead?” Kat took a step forward and extended her arm as her index finger pointed to a small house in the twilight, it wasn’t quite pitch black yet, but it was certainly getting there, at that point, they’d have to use the dim screens of their phones for light, or simply let their eyes adapt.
“A house? No way,” Mitch muttered.
“That’s both creepy, and dangerous,” Jamal said, “Anybody ever feel like this is oddly reminiscent of a horror movie? Like okay, I’m ready for the dead people now.”
“Fear is just there to tell you that you’re not dead yet,” Emily chimed in, “Or… So my father says, the house is definitely spooky. Want to take a vote?”
“A vote? It is nearly dark! To me, it looks like a good place to stay for the night, like, if what you said about Claire was true. Plus, we have to wait for the others to be lead by our trail, and it’s like you said, they probably won’t find it at night.” Kat pointed out the obvious, with tones that were a little bitter, reminding Em that talking to Jamal so casually earlier had been some sort of mistake.
“Yeah, but there could be something in there that wants to kill us too, or maybe the roof caves in, just look at that, it looks… Decrepit.” Mitch shuddered.
“Hm, I think we should stop debating and just go in, we could find some tools and food, it could be worth the risk,” Jamal backed Kat up, as well as his own decision.
“I’m worried about going inside too, but I think the pros outweigh the cons, we’re desperate,” Em sighed as she agreed with them outwardly and hoped it would better convince herself of that fact, “But let’s be ready, everyone grab a rock, I have some in my purse here. Then we’ll bust in. We don’t know what’s behind that door, and it could very well try to kill us. Also, in no way should we get separated. We stay together at all times.”
It was a unified decision that no one fought, together they stood, Mitch and Jamal approached the door first, if they had to use blunt force, well, they’d have the advantage. Em and Kat stalked up behind them, everyone had a rock in their hand, ready to bludgeon someone to death, or a creature, and everyone hoped it would work should they be attacked. They could always run, especially before they got inside, they could still back out, and the coward’s temptation stirred within Emily. She wanted to run.
There was no way looking through what appeared to be an abandoned house was ever any good for the protagonist, not to mention when darkness fell. However, the door burst open with a wooden creak and they looked around, their eyes adjusted to the newfound darkness, they couldn’t quite make out the corners of the room from the furniture. It was a dangerous position to be in.
Kat edged her way in and flipped on the switch to the side of the door and surprisingly, the lights turned on. The room revealed a very aged wallpaper that was peeling, dust covered the entire room, there was a couch, a chair, two seventies style lamps that were now lit (one was standing, the other on a small end table) and there were curtains covering the windows and fraying just above the rotting floorboards. It had a spooky vibe, desolate, and felt about twenty degrees cooler on the inside.
“Whoa,” Mitch said breathlessly. The rest wordlessly nodded. Not exactly what any one of them had envisioned to say the least.
Jamal knocked on the wall loudly, he’d seen it done in a zombie series and it was supposed to draw them out, there was no pretending they weren’t there now, the lights were on, it was best if they knew what they were up against. But nothing came to the knocking he’d initiated. It was suspicious.
“I can’t believe this place still has electricity,” Em exclaimed.
“Me either, there must be a back up generator in the back, or something.” Jamal stated.
“What if… Someone still lives here? Or something?” Kat muttered.
“Let’s search the rest of the rooms, this may be a good location to bunker down for the night, rather than just wandering aimlessly around in the dark,” Emily said, and Mitch and Jamal lead the way through, the open archway that lead down a wooden hallway.
The aged wood groaned loudly with the set of four college students scattered overhead. They had nearly reached the kitchen when KA-DOOOSH! The floorboard below Mitch burst and his foot appeared to be eaten by the broken space. None of them were expecting it, but no harm was done to Mitch, Jamal offered a brother a hand up.
“Watch ya step ladies,” Jamal surmised and Mitch nodded in agreement, looking down at the floorboards suspiciously as they approached the new room.
They rounded the corner quickly and found it was empty, the air was stagnant and smelt of mold, though that could’ve been because the floorboard had created a direct path down below to the cellar and Emily was hopping over it. As Emily neared the empty doorway she found the kitchen was also very seventies. The tile was white and more on the dirty, dusty side, the cabinets were wooden, the countertops were plain, and there were splotches of salmon pink anywhere you looked too long. The fridge was an older one too, Emily doubted there would be a light in there to turn on, if the bulb hadn’t already blown.
Mitch and Jamal stood guard while Emily and Kat checked the cabinets, the girls tossed the few canned goods they found into their purses, but Em was skeptical that the food hadn’t already gone by. In the fridge there was moldy bread and cheese, which fused with her nose as she opened the door. The entire thing was busted, not that she was surprised, but the pungent smell had made her eyes water and she nearly gagged.
It was likely, she hoped as she slammed the door shut, that there was nothing edible in there. “Check the drawers too, one of us might find a…” a smile grew as she found it, “Knife.”
It was a huge steak knife, next to it, a paring knife. Both would be useful, she grabbed the blade sharpener too and tossed that in the bag as she gave the weapons to her own discretion. She also managed a can opener, that’d come in handy if the food was any good. She handed the smaller knife to Kat and kept the huge, machete-like steaker to herself. The blades would be better for the two girls because they had less strength in the torso, she wasn’t disarming the men and they could always switch weapons at any point. Em left her rock on the kitchen counter, happy for the upgrade.
Despite their looting, the house was still creepy, and they were onto the only bedroom next. It was mostly empty, the bed frame had rotted and the mattress had too, it was laying on the floor, so far the best part of the house was the living room they’d found the lightswitch in. The kitchen had caught a little bit of the light (enough for them to search it) but the overhead bulb had been shot.
The empty bedroom had a small lamp bedside, likely once used for reading or somesuch. Emily couldn’t help thinking this all felt like a blast from the past, like this is what time has done to a building, what it eventually does to people. It was alarming, and chilling. She couldn’t pinpoint it yet, but something had felt very wrong about how the lights still worked and how dilapidated this place was.
Mitch and Kat opened up the closet, Mitch ready with his rock and Kat going in with his knife, meanwhile, Jamal dared to peek out the curtains and noticed the window pane was broken, and what lay beyond it was startling. His eyes widened, but since Emily had been curious and watching him, he wasn’t able to hide the shock he was choking down. Emily narrowed her eyes and casually looked out the window too. Her eyes didn’t deceive even if the twilight was fading.
Over and beyond was a field that was filled. Dug up and refilled with little mounds, all of unmarked graves.
She’d learned it in her Psych class, people’s minds often made up lies so that they could deal with the truth. So, the truth was that Claire was dead, but to cope with that truth? To cope with the blood all over her shirt? She’d made up a story, yeah, that had to be it. There was no other way. This was just a coincidence, this was just a nightmare, but she’d wake up soon, in her bed, and no one would know the difference.
Through the dark tree branches and the other shadows of the night, Trisha spotted a light and gasped with excitement. She’d found them! The others! Boy would she smack them for losing her in this situation, even in a dream, this was life or death! Getting lost and being alone with no way to defend yourself was scary, real or not.
“Alex? Emily? Mitch? Johnson? Is that you?!” She called out and her pace hastened, she raced forward to find a small opening of the trees, the ground was solid here, which, after walking that long in goop felt almost uncomfortable. Her hopes had gotten up, because she’d arrived and there was no one there. Actually, there was an empty shack that looked more like an out house than anything else, with a torch lit next to the door.
She stepped a bit closer, the mystery unfolding before her eyes and curiosity bribing her mind: What was inside? Well, to be both obvious and frank, the answers she sought were inside. Her friends might be in there too. If only she dared to open the latch…
Trish took a step into the light cast by the spooky torch that was set to burn atop the piece of wood and hesitation built up in the holding of her breath. She blinked again, she had nothing to be worried about, this wasn’t real, or at least the werewolf Em had made up wasn’t, what was she worrying about so much? It was common sense, or maybe it was in her gut, but she waited as her eyes contemplated with the mysteries held behind closed doors.
Meanwhile…
“Hey! What’s that up ahead?” Kat took a step forward and extended her arm as her index finger pointed to a small house in the twilight, it wasn’t quite pitch black yet, but it was certainly getting there, at that point, they’d have to use the dim screens of their phones for light, or simply let their eyes adapt.
“A house? No way,” Mitch muttered.
“That’s both creepy, and dangerous,” Jamal said, “Anybody ever feel like this is oddly reminiscent of a horror movie? Like okay, I’m ready for the dead people now.”
“Fear is just there to tell you that you’re not dead yet,” Emily chimed in, “Or… So my father says, the house is definitely spooky. Want to take a vote?”
“A vote? It is nearly dark! To me, it looks like a good place to stay for the night, like, if what you said about Claire was true. Plus, we have to wait for the others to be lead by our trail, and it’s like you said, they probably won’t find it at night.” Kat pointed out the obvious, with tones that were a little bitter, reminding Em that talking to Jamal so casually earlier had been some sort of mistake.
“Yeah, but there could be something in there that wants to kill us too, or maybe the roof caves in, just look at that, it looks… Decrepit.” Mitch shuddered.
“Hm, I think we should stop debating and just go in, we could find some tools and food, it could be worth the risk,” Jamal backed Kat up, as well as his own decision.
“I’m worried about going inside too, but I think the pros outweigh the cons, we’re desperate,” Em sighed as she agreed with them outwardly and hoped it would better convince herself of that fact, “But let’s be ready, everyone grab a rock, I have some in my purse here. Then we’ll bust in. We don’t know what’s behind that door, and it could very well try to kill us. Also, in no way should we get separated. We stay together at all times.”
It was a unified decision that no one fought, together they stood, Mitch and Jamal approached the door first, if they had to use blunt force, well, they’d have the advantage. Em and Kat stalked up behind them, everyone had a rock in their hand, ready to bludgeon someone to death, or a creature, and everyone hoped it would work should they be attacked. They could always run, especially before they got inside, they could still back out, and the coward’s temptation stirred within Emily. She wanted to run.
There was no way looking through what appeared to be an abandoned house was ever any good for the protagonist, not to mention when darkness fell. However, the door burst open with a wooden creak and they looked around, their eyes adjusted to the newfound darkness, they couldn’t quite make out the corners of the room from the furniture. It was a dangerous position to be in.
Kat edged her way in and flipped on the switch to the side of the door and surprisingly, the lights turned on. The room revealed a very aged wallpaper that was peeling, dust covered the entire room, there was a couch, a chair, two seventies style lamps that were now lit (one was standing, the other on a small end table) and there were curtains covering the windows and fraying just above the rotting floorboards. It had a spooky vibe, desolate, and felt about twenty degrees cooler on the inside.
“Whoa,” Mitch said breathlessly. The rest wordlessly nodded. Not exactly what any one of them had envisioned to say the least.
Jamal knocked on the wall loudly, he’d seen it done in a zombie series and it was supposed to draw them out, there was no pretending they weren’t there now, the lights were on, it was best if they knew what they were up against. But nothing came to the knocking he’d initiated. It was suspicious.
“I can’t believe this place still has electricity,” Em exclaimed.
“Me either, there must be a back up generator in the back, or something.” Jamal stated.
“What if… Someone still lives here? Or something?” Kat muttered.
“Let’s search the rest of the rooms, this may be a good location to bunker down for the night, rather than just wandering aimlessly around in the dark,” Emily said, and Mitch and Jamal lead the way through, the open archway that lead down a wooden hallway.
The aged wood groaned loudly with the set of four college students scattered overhead. They had nearly reached the kitchen when KA-DOOOSH! The floorboard below Mitch burst and his foot appeared to be eaten by the broken space. None of them were expecting it, but no harm was done to Mitch, Jamal offered a brother a hand up.
“Watch ya step ladies,” Jamal surmised and Mitch nodded in agreement, looking down at the floorboards suspiciously as they approached the new room.
They rounded the corner quickly and found it was empty, the air was stagnant and smelt of mold, though that could’ve been because the floorboard had created a direct path down below to the cellar and Emily was hopping over it. As Emily neared the empty doorway she found the kitchen was also very seventies. The tile was white and more on the dirty, dusty side, the cabinets were wooden, the countertops were plain, and there were splotches of salmon pink anywhere you looked too long. The fridge was an older one too, Emily doubted there would be a light in there to turn on, if the bulb hadn’t already blown.
Mitch and Jamal stood guard while Emily and Kat checked the cabinets, the girls tossed the few canned goods they found into their purses, but Em was skeptical that the food hadn’t already gone by. In the fridge there was moldy bread and cheese, which fused with her nose as she opened the door. The entire thing was busted, not that she was surprised, but the pungent smell had made her eyes water and she nearly gagged.
It was likely, she hoped as she slammed the door shut, that there was nothing edible in there. “Check the drawers too, one of us might find a…” a smile grew as she found it, “Knife.”
It was a huge steak knife, next to it, a paring knife. Both would be useful, she grabbed the blade sharpener too and tossed that in the bag as she gave the weapons to her own discretion. She also managed a can opener, that’d come in handy if the food was any good. She handed the smaller knife to Kat and kept the huge, machete-like steaker to herself. The blades would be better for the two girls because they had less strength in the torso, she wasn’t disarming the men and they could always switch weapons at any point. Em left her rock on the kitchen counter, happy for the upgrade.
Despite their looting, the house was still creepy, and they were onto the only bedroom next. It was mostly empty, the bed frame had rotted and the mattress had too, it was laying on the floor, so far the best part of the house was the living room they’d found the lightswitch in. The kitchen had caught a little bit of the light (enough for them to search it) but the overhead bulb had been shot.
The empty bedroom had a small lamp bedside, likely once used for reading or somesuch. Emily couldn’t help thinking this all felt like a blast from the past, like this is what time has done to a building, what it eventually does to people. It was alarming, and chilling. She couldn’t pinpoint it yet, but something had felt very wrong about how the lights still worked and how dilapidated this place was.
Mitch and Kat opened up the closet, Mitch ready with his rock and Kat going in with his knife, meanwhile, Jamal dared to peek out the curtains and noticed the window pane was broken, and what lay beyond it was startling. His eyes widened, but since Emily had been curious and watching him, he wasn’t able to hide the shock he was choking down. Emily narrowed her eyes and casually looked out the window too. Her eyes didn’t deceive even if the twilight was fading.
Over and beyond was a field that was filled. Dug up and refilled with little mounds, all of unmarked graves.
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