**NOTE** This is an alternate ending, you as the reader can choose either of the two endings that you feel is better or what fate you want to befall the main character. I hope you have enjoyed my first foray into horror. Please leave any feedback you think might be useful because I would like to something similar again.**NOTE**
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You assume the door leads to the basement and you know that would be a death trap with no way out. You look back at the creature that is just about to its feet and you make your decision. Charging it you hope to knock it off balance, you ignore the pain in your ankle and the nagging in your mind that this is a bad idea. You push against the creature, it feels soft and dry and one of your fingers breaks the skin and slips between two ribs. The creature headed for the floor its stare unmoving and its arms slowly trying to grasp at you.
With a thump it hits the floor but you don’t give it another look as you turn and prepare to climb the stairs. Just as you are about to step onto the first step your foot catches something and you fall forward. Twisting and looking back you see the creature has its dead grip on your foot. At first you try to kick it off but after two attempts you hear breaking glass coming from the kitchen. You reach down and quickly untie your shoe and try to pull yourself up the stairs. Struggling to crawl up the stairs your shoe slowly loosens and finally slips off leaving your free to scrambling up the stairs on all fours.
Upon reaching the top you look back down to see your sock half off and the creature attempting to climb up after you. You get back on your feet and enter the door of the room that you had used to reenter the house after your first failed attempt to flee. You close the door behind you and move over to the window. You look out into the fog and hope that the dog is either still trying to get into the house or is for the better already inside. You climb out onto the roof and spread out onto your stomach. Slowly but surely you make your way to the edge until finally your can feel the gutter with your shoeless foot.
Placing your feet over the edge you move more and more of your body into nothing. Soon enough your lower half is hanging over the edge and you hear the gutter grunting in protest. You hasten your movements trying to grip the cold gutter as you transfer your entire body weight just to the strength of your arms. You swing in the air for a moment before the gutter groans and lurches forward. You panic as the gutter gives way from the house and you are left with little choice but to let go.
Bending your knees you freefall for what appears to be much longer then just a mere second. When you feel the cold wetness of the ground on your foot you curl and roll trying to lessen the pain of the impact. You roll and unfurl onto the cold damp grass breathing heavy you want to rest but you need to keep moving. You groan as you get to your feet and limp toward the fence. You grasp the fence and begin the tedious motions needed to successfully climb over, your body aching with every action.
Before long you are on the other side, you almost want to cry but you stop yourself as you turn to find your bike. You see the tree where you left it and to your relief you find it right where you left it. As you mount your bike and walk it off the grass onto the street you turn and look back at the house one last time. To your surprise there is no fog shrouding the house, you half turn before you notice the front door. It looks open from this distance but you blink and turn back as you begin to peddle your bike for home. This you tell yourself will be the last of my ghost hunting adventures.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Horror Story Part 16 (Ending 1)
Desperate times call for desperate measures, you can’t recall who said that but it doesn’t matter. You point the flashlight ahead of you on the stairs as you slowly descend into the unknown. You aren’t counting but you assume you are about halfway, you can hear the muffled sound of glass breaking followed by a thud. The dog is in the house you say to yourself as you nod and try to reassure yourself coming down to the basement was the right choice.
The light finally reaches the bottom spreading out and you step into the basement. There is a small amount of light coming in through small barred windows but it barely reaches the ground. Your flashlight doesn’t fare any better, but you move it around you noticing boxes piled up in most directions. You approach a stack to see that it is covered in dust and has no markings of any kind. You feel around the side and grab the end of the tape and begin to pull it off.
The tape peels away and you fold open the lid; inside is some children’s toys but nothing out of the ordinary. You wonder if you should check the rest when you hear something coming from the corner across from you. Moving the flashlight in the direction you can hear it is crying. It’s the same crying you heard upstairs coming from the closest. The closet that you found empty after you left the room. You look back to the box and regret opening it; did you upset whoever is crying?
You move as quickly as you can back toward the stairs, you turn to face the basement and shine the light about. Nothing you can see is moving but the crying is coming from a different direction and its getting closer. Turning your head you look back up the stairs, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. You start to climb the stairs slowly hoping to at least see whatever is down here with you before it sees you. From behind you hear scrapping, is it the dog or the creature?
Your breathing starts to become erratic and you feel light headed, did you just sign your death certificate? The crying from below is getting unsettling close to the bottom of the stairs and the edge of your light. You take another step up; you are just about in the center of the door at the top and the basement below. Too many thoughts enter you mind, so many choices yet none of them seem plausible. The door handle jiggles and you try to spin but your ankle twists in pain, you begin to fall but you can’t balance yourself.
Before you realize it you are already falling and you contact the stairs rolling and tumbling the flashlight escaping your grip as your vision blurs. The darkness opens slightly the flashlight offering a slight amount of color just off to your side, you groan and try to get up but your back hurts too much. You tilt your head toward the flashlight and can barely see a silhouette bending over into the haze of light. It’s crying and as your eyes being to adjust to the light you notice a doll dangling down. You try to move feeling no harm coming from whatever stands in the darkness but the pain that throbs out from your back when you try to twist to stand blurs your vision and makes you want to vomit.
Even as you try to breath deep pain stabs you in your chest and you can feel yourself wanting to sleep. As you try to move your legs you can hear barely from above the door creak. You fight your eyelids to keep them open and look up the stairs to see light pouring in through an open doorway. The pain begins to disappear and you wonder if sleeping now would be the best thing to do. If you close your eyes now you won’t have to watch the creature descend the stairs and witness the end. You give in sliding your eyes closed, as everything slowly seems to drift into the distance you hear the crying stop and the creaking of the first basement step.
The light finally reaches the bottom spreading out and you step into the basement. There is a small amount of light coming in through small barred windows but it barely reaches the ground. Your flashlight doesn’t fare any better, but you move it around you noticing boxes piled up in most directions. You approach a stack to see that it is covered in dust and has no markings of any kind. You feel around the side and grab the end of the tape and begin to pull it off.
The tape peels away and you fold open the lid; inside is some children’s toys but nothing out of the ordinary. You wonder if you should check the rest when you hear something coming from the corner across from you. Moving the flashlight in the direction you can hear it is crying. It’s the same crying you heard upstairs coming from the closest. The closet that you found empty after you left the room. You look back to the box and regret opening it; did you upset whoever is crying?
You move as quickly as you can back toward the stairs, you turn to face the basement and shine the light about. Nothing you can see is moving but the crying is coming from a different direction and its getting closer. Turning your head you look back up the stairs, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. You start to climb the stairs slowly hoping to at least see whatever is down here with you before it sees you. From behind you hear scrapping, is it the dog or the creature?
Your breathing starts to become erratic and you feel light headed, did you just sign your death certificate? The crying from below is getting unsettling close to the bottom of the stairs and the edge of your light. You take another step up; you are just about in the center of the door at the top and the basement below. Too many thoughts enter you mind, so many choices yet none of them seem plausible. The door handle jiggles and you try to spin but your ankle twists in pain, you begin to fall but you can’t balance yourself.
Before you realize it you are already falling and you contact the stairs rolling and tumbling the flashlight escaping your grip as your vision blurs. The darkness opens slightly the flashlight offering a slight amount of color just off to your side, you groan and try to get up but your back hurts too much. You tilt your head toward the flashlight and can barely see a silhouette bending over into the haze of light. It’s crying and as your eyes being to adjust to the light you notice a doll dangling down. You try to move feeling no harm coming from whatever stands in the darkness but the pain that throbs out from your back when you try to twist to stand blurs your vision and makes you want to vomit.
Even as you try to breath deep pain stabs you in your chest and you can feel yourself wanting to sleep. As you try to move your legs you can hear barely from above the door creak. You fight your eyelids to keep them open and look up the stairs to see light pouring in through an open doorway. The pain begins to disappear and you wonder if sleeping now would be the best thing to do. If you close your eyes now you won’t have to watch the creature descend the stairs and witness the end. You give in sliding your eyes closed, as everything slowly seems to drift into the distance you hear the crying stop and the creaking of the first basement step.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Horror Story Part 15
There is little chance of escape, not with that dog outside. You can’t see a way of stopping it, only possibly outrunning it and now even that seems out of reach. Standing you begin to wonder if surviving this at all is possible, is stopping that thing in the hall possible let alone realistic? You move to the door in the kitchen and pull the drapes aside, as you assumed the fog prevents any real vision. Just as you are about to release the shades you see something move. You turn and look again but whatever it was slipped back into the fog.
You know it’s the dog, is it getting desperate having been teased with your body twice now? You check the two windows in the kitchen and as with the rest on the first floor, they are all boarded over. The only glass that isn’t is the upper top of the backdoor in the kitchen but you assure yourself it’s too high and small for the dog to reach. You think about tricking the dog, perhaps opening the back door, letting it rush and quickly slipping out and closing the door behind it. You move back to the window and brush aside the drapes.
The dog is sitting there now, just about the same spot it did when you first found it. You swallow trying to build up the courage to try the plan but you can’t stop your hand from shaking to get a grip on the door handle. The dogs head tilts as if studying you, it adjusts its weight on its back legs. You step back from the door; it might be better to now tease the dog anymore. You move back toward the hallway your ankle keeping you at a slow pace, you find the creature is nearly so its feet. The crowbar is still jutting out of its side, the creature as if sensing your presence locks onto you with its dead stare.
From the kitchen you hear breaking glass, you turn and see small shards of glass falling away from the door, the drapes bellowing. The dog was very likely going to find its way into the house sooner then later and trying to get back upstairs to reattempt your earlier exit doesn’t seem like an option. The creature turns its head toward the sound of the broken glass. You look to the only door between you and the creature that you haven’t opened.
With nothing to lose you step forward to the door and open it. Dust and foul air pours out and overcomes you, you cough and close your eyes. You wave a hand before you face to clear the air, the doorway leads into darkness, your flashlight displays that it is indeed a basement. For the second time you hear glass breaking behind you, it sounds heavier this time and there is no way to tell how much longer it will hold out. You know that descending into the basement might seal your fate but you’d rather live that much longer to try to fight then be faced with the dog once it gets inside.
You give one last quick glance at the creature as it twists its body and stands tall once more. Stepping onto the top of the stairs leading down you close the door behind you. For a moment you think back to before you left your house, did you ever for a second think it would end up like this?
You know it’s the dog, is it getting desperate having been teased with your body twice now? You check the two windows in the kitchen and as with the rest on the first floor, they are all boarded over. The only glass that isn’t is the upper top of the backdoor in the kitchen but you assure yourself it’s too high and small for the dog to reach. You think about tricking the dog, perhaps opening the back door, letting it rush and quickly slipping out and closing the door behind it. You move back to the window and brush aside the drapes.
The dog is sitting there now, just about the same spot it did when you first found it. You swallow trying to build up the courage to try the plan but you can’t stop your hand from shaking to get a grip on the door handle. The dogs head tilts as if studying you, it adjusts its weight on its back legs. You step back from the door; it might be better to now tease the dog anymore. You move back toward the hallway your ankle keeping you at a slow pace, you find the creature is nearly so its feet. The crowbar is still jutting out of its side, the creature as if sensing your presence locks onto you with its dead stare.
From the kitchen you hear breaking glass, you turn and see small shards of glass falling away from the door, the drapes bellowing. The dog was very likely going to find its way into the house sooner then later and trying to get back upstairs to reattempt your earlier exit doesn’t seem like an option. The creature turns its head toward the sound of the broken glass. You look to the only door between you and the creature that you haven’t opened.
With nothing to lose you step forward to the door and open it. Dust and foul air pours out and overcomes you, you cough and close your eyes. You wave a hand before you face to clear the air, the doorway leads into darkness, your flashlight displays that it is indeed a basement. For the second time you hear glass breaking behind you, it sounds heavier this time and there is no way to tell how much longer it will hold out. You know that descending into the basement might seal your fate but you’d rather live that much longer to try to fight then be faced with the dog once it gets inside.
You give one last quick glance at the creature as it twists its body and stands tall once more. Stepping onto the top of the stairs leading down you close the door behind you. For a moment you think back to before you left your house, did you ever for a second think it would end up like this?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Horror Story Part 14
You are fighting for you life and appear to be losing. The creature reaches the forth step but your priority is the door and the dog behind it. You turn to face the door pushing it with your arms as you step back, you watch the dog’s snout. It snaps and snares but for a split second it disappears back outside, this is your chance. You throw your body against the door, the impact forces the air from your lungs. The door clicks and as you gasp for air you finally lower your arms and for a moment you relax.
A thump behind you, you turn to see the creature has placed its left foot on the floor. Its right foot slowly rising disturbingly not wavering at all. For a moment you unconsciously drop your backpack and pull out the crowbar, its almost as if someone else is controlling your body. You raise the crowbar and the creature steps forward, its empty hallow eyes drawing you in. Its arms start to raise the fingers still unmoving, you ready yourself feeling you have only one chance. Trying to stay steady you find you are still slightly shaking, the creatures hands are inches from you now.
The muscles in your arms tense and you swing straining to put all the strength you have into it. The crowbar impacts the creature in its side, a nauseating sound of cracking bone and the squishing of rotten flesh. Your grip is loosened from the impact and the crowbar slides from your hands as the creature begins to tip and fall over. For a moment you think you’ve did it, you think you’ve won. As the creature falls its head twists the flesh on its neck straining and splitting, its twisted visage sends a chill down your spine.
As if in slow motion the creature’s body crashes into the floor the crowbar still protruding from its torso. For a moment you wait but you snap back to your senses and hurriedly pick up your backpack and flashlight. You consider for a second retrieving your crowbar after all you are now weaponless but you want to be done with this house and everything in it. Faced with another possible life ending decision you look toward the stairs, the hallway that leads to the kitchen or the side room that you remember has the crow behind the door.
The kitchen seems like the best place to go at the moment perhaps you can find a knife there. You look down at the creature surprised to find it looking back up at you. It is slowly but surely attempting to get back to its feet, you urgently move around it toward the kitchen. On your right you pass the room where you first looked into the house, you ignore it. On your left you pass a door, you stop a moment and wonder if it leads to the basement or if it is simply a closet. Movement behind you abruptly interrupts your curiosity and you rush into the kitchen.
The small cone of vision that the light affords you shows you nothing but empty counter tops and cabinets. You begin to throw up the drawers and when even the last one turns out to be empty you curse and stamp your foot and it explodes in pain. You cry out in pain, with all that has happened recently the adrenaline must have covered up the pain. Bending down to touch your ankle you are now at a crossroads, you can die huddled on the floor of the kitchen nursing your ankle or you can fight.
A thump behind you, you turn to see the creature has placed its left foot on the floor. Its right foot slowly rising disturbingly not wavering at all. For a moment you unconsciously drop your backpack and pull out the crowbar, its almost as if someone else is controlling your body. You raise the crowbar and the creature steps forward, its empty hallow eyes drawing you in. Its arms start to raise the fingers still unmoving, you ready yourself feeling you have only one chance. Trying to stay steady you find you are still slightly shaking, the creatures hands are inches from you now.
The muscles in your arms tense and you swing straining to put all the strength you have into it. The crowbar impacts the creature in its side, a nauseating sound of cracking bone and the squishing of rotten flesh. Your grip is loosened from the impact and the crowbar slides from your hands as the creature begins to tip and fall over. For a moment you think you’ve did it, you think you’ve won. As the creature falls its head twists the flesh on its neck straining and splitting, its twisted visage sends a chill down your spine.
As if in slow motion the creature’s body crashes into the floor the crowbar still protruding from its torso. For a moment you wait but you snap back to your senses and hurriedly pick up your backpack and flashlight. You consider for a second retrieving your crowbar after all you are now weaponless but you want to be done with this house and everything in it. Faced with another possible life ending decision you look toward the stairs, the hallway that leads to the kitchen or the side room that you remember has the crow behind the door.
The kitchen seems like the best place to go at the moment perhaps you can find a knife there. You look down at the creature surprised to find it looking back up at you. It is slowly but surely attempting to get back to its feet, you urgently move around it toward the kitchen. On your right you pass the room where you first looked into the house, you ignore it. On your left you pass a door, you stop a moment and wonder if it leads to the basement or if it is simply a closet. Movement behind you abruptly interrupts your curiosity and you rush into the kitchen.
The small cone of vision that the light affords you shows you nothing but empty counter tops and cabinets. You begin to throw up the drawers and when even the last one turns out to be empty you curse and stamp your foot and it explodes in pain. You cry out in pain, with all that has happened recently the adrenaline must have covered up the pain. Bending down to touch your ankle you are now at a crossroads, you can die huddled on the floor of the kitchen nursing your ankle or you can fight.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Horror Story Part 13
Now is your chance, if it’s in that room facing the window it won’t see you and if you are careful it won’t hear you. You move your hand to the doorknob and turn it millimeters at a time, you tense every turn dreading any noise. Finally with a trivial click that you barely hear you pull the door inward. Pausing again you listen but you hear nothing so you pull more, moving out of the doors way you turn your flashlight off. The door ajar just enough for you to pass through you release the knob and edge into the hallway.
You don’t dare turn your flashlight on yet as it might see the light. You drag your feet across the floor completing your shift into the hallway. Turning toward the door where you had earlier fled you see some light piercing through the broken door, you blink. That doesn’t seem right the door shouldn’t be, your though is abruptly cut short by your comprehension of what you are seeing. The door isn’t what is obstructing the light it is too uneven and unnatural. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach and as you turn to run the creature lurches forward.
Outrunning that thing was easy before, however now with the pain you feel in your ankle it will be a challenge. Trying to ignore the pain you face the stairs, you reach out to the railing and lean onto it as you all but fall down the stairs as quickly as you can. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, fear overpowers rational thought and you rush for the front door. You fumble with the handle before you try the lock fighting to turn it against the years of rust. The lock slides back into place in the door and you pull against the door warped into the frame.
You can’t hear the stairs behind you creaking, the door slowly giving way. With one last tug the door pops free and reluctantly swings open. Prepared to flee the house forever you begin to step out. The fog before you rips open as the body of the dog tears through the air toward you. Instinctively you try to throw the door closed but this time the dog is a little faster. The dog slams into the door as you push it closed the collision sends the dog crashing down to the floor and leaves the door still partly open. You rapidly attempt to push the door closed but it catches where it had warped giving you a hard time earlier as you attempted to open it.
The dog gets back on its feet and immediately tries to enter the house forcing its snout into the gap. You see the rotten maw of the dog peaking through the space between the door and frame. Turning you try using your body weight against the door but with the dog lending a hand the door is winning. Your eyes drift as you struggle to close the door, which is when you become aware of the fact that the creature is descending the stairs mere feet from you. Terror grips your entire body the creature is only five steps from being with grasping distance and here you are pushing to close the door from another form of death.
You don’t dare turn your flashlight on yet as it might see the light. You drag your feet across the floor completing your shift into the hallway. Turning toward the door where you had earlier fled you see some light piercing through the broken door, you blink. That doesn’t seem right the door shouldn’t be, your though is abruptly cut short by your comprehension of what you are seeing. The door isn’t what is obstructing the light it is too uneven and unnatural. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach and as you turn to run the creature lurches forward.
Outrunning that thing was easy before, however now with the pain you feel in your ankle it will be a challenge. Trying to ignore the pain you face the stairs, you reach out to the railing and lean onto it as you all but fall down the stairs as quickly as you can. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, fear overpowers rational thought and you rush for the front door. You fumble with the handle before you try the lock fighting to turn it against the years of rust. The lock slides back into place in the door and you pull against the door warped into the frame.
You can’t hear the stairs behind you creaking, the door slowly giving way. With one last tug the door pops free and reluctantly swings open. Prepared to flee the house forever you begin to step out. The fog before you rips open as the body of the dog tears through the air toward you. Instinctively you try to throw the door closed but this time the dog is a little faster. The dog slams into the door as you push it closed the collision sends the dog crashing down to the floor and leaves the door still partly open. You rapidly attempt to push the door closed but it catches where it had warped giving you a hard time earlier as you attempted to open it.
The dog gets back on its feet and immediately tries to enter the house forcing its snout into the gap. You see the rotten maw of the dog peaking through the space between the door and frame. Turning you try using your body weight against the door but with the dog lending a hand the door is winning. Your eyes drift as you struggle to close the door, which is when you become aware of the fact that the creature is descending the stairs mere feet from you. Terror grips your entire body the creature is only five steps from being with grasping distance and here you are pushing to close the door from another form of death.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Horror Story Part 12
You try to push up from your foot anchored on the gutter but the pain tells you to prevent further injury. The dog is relentless and continues to jump up at its potential meal. At this very moment your regret the crowbar and its added weight, you reach for another handle to heave yourself higher. At last you are able to shift your weight off your injured ankle and pull your other leg up for support. Back up to your knees you try to rotate your foot but it only hurts more.
Cursing you begin to crawl back toward the window moving slower and more cautious. Pulling yourself up you shine your flashlight into the room, it appears that the door is closed. You look over to the other window, it’s farther down and therefore more space between you and the thing bashing through the door at the end of the hall. You wonder for a moment if the door is still holding of if that creature is in the room now.
Inching across the roof to the next window it is once again silent you can’t hear the dog anymore. Once again you check the room with your flashlight, the door is closed and the room appears safe. You check the window to see if it’s open not wanting to swing a crowbar out here. Its lock or at least jammed, you feel you might be able to pry it open. Forcing the crowbar into the small gap you twist and turn it forcing it forward when you can. The wood is weak and slowly gives up, the window sliding up slightly every heave.
The gap is wide enough for your hands so you put the crowbar away and place your hands under the window. Pulling up the window objects with an assortment of sounds before finally giving in and sliding up. You swallow your mouth dry and parched, a memory smacks into your head, you have a bottle of water in your backpack. Climbing into the room quietly you sit on the floor and open your backpack. You shake your head, you totally forgot about the bottle of water, rope and the first aid kit you threw in here. Taking the bottle of water you drink unless you need to gasp for air.
You replace the cap before opening the first aid kit, doesn’t appear to have anything for a sprained ankle so you close it and return it to your backpack. You touch the rope, it feels strong enough to hold your weight but you can’t think of much use for it for now. You start to crank the flashlight again in the darkness as you plan your next move. From out the door and down the hall you can’t hear anything, did the creature give up or is it in the room now. You stop yourself from thinking of anymore worse case scenarios, it’s the last thing you need right now.
Trying to be as quiet as possible you stand and take a quick look around the room, it’s mostly empty. No bed or dresser only two chairs a desk and a bookcase, which is strangely empty. Hobbling slowly through the room to the door you keep the flashlight aim toward the ceiling. Stopping just before the door you press your ear gently against it hoping for a hint of anything in the hallway. For a long time there is nothing then the sound of glass breaking, its very slight but you hear it again. The picture in your mind is the creature at the window that you broke stepping on the bits of glass on the floor.
Cursing you begin to crawl back toward the window moving slower and more cautious. Pulling yourself up you shine your flashlight into the room, it appears that the door is closed. You look over to the other window, it’s farther down and therefore more space between you and the thing bashing through the door at the end of the hall. You wonder for a moment if the door is still holding of if that creature is in the room now.
Inching across the roof to the next window it is once again silent you can’t hear the dog anymore. Once again you check the room with your flashlight, the door is closed and the room appears safe. You check the window to see if it’s open not wanting to swing a crowbar out here. Its lock or at least jammed, you feel you might be able to pry it open. Forcing the crowbar into the small gap you twist and turn it forcing it forward when you can. The wood is weak and slowly gives up, the window sliding up slightly every heave.
The gap is wide enough for your hands so you put the crowbar away and place your hands under the window. Pulling up the window objects with an assortment of sounds before finally giving in and sliding up. You swallow your mouth dry and parched, a memory smacks into your head, you have a bottle of water in your backpack. Climbing into the room quietly you sit on the floor and open your backpack. You shake your head, you totally forgot about the bottle of water, rope and the first aid kit you threw in here. Taking the bottle of water you drink unless you need to gasp for air.
You replace the cap before opening the first aid kit, doesn’t appear to have anything for a sprained ankle so you close it and return it to your backpack. You touch the rope, it feels strong enough to hold your weight but you can’t think of much use for it for now. You start to crank the flashlight again in the darkness as you plan your next move. From out the door and down the hall you can’t hear anything, did the creature give up or is it in the room now. You stop yourself from thinking of anymore worse case scenarios, it’s the last thing you need right now.
Trying to be as quiet as possible you stand and take a quick look around the room, it’s mostly empty. No bed or dresser only two chairs a desk and a bookcase, which is strangely empty. Hobbling slowly through the room to the door you keep the flashlight aim toward the ceiling. Stopping just before the door you press your ear gently against it hoping for a hint of anything in the hallway. For a long time there is nothing then the sound of glass breaking, its very slight but you hear it again. The picture in your mind is the creature at the window that you broke stepping on the bits of glass on the floor.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Horror Story Part 11
Turning back to the window you know that time is limited and may be all you have left. Closing your eyes you swing the crowbar toward the window, it splinters before shattering. You feel small pieces of glass hit your hands, arms and one even nicks your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes you are greeted with a wicked grinning window, the pieces of glass left looking a lot like broken teeth.
You quickly tap each remaining piece of class knocking it out of the windowpane before you are satisfied to climb through. You shove the crowbar back into your backpack as you hear the door creak and the dresser groan. Not bothering to look back at the door you start to climb out onto the roof. The fog is still thick and your flashlight is all but useless. At first you are surprised but remember that the second floor seemed to be smaller then the first and the roof extended out around the front end of the house.
You steady yourself but the angle is harder to manage then you thought, you resort to crawling toward the edge. As you get nearer you notice that you can’t see the ground through the fog, the fall might be farther then you think. As you turn the options over in your mind you hear a noise. You tilt your head and scan the fog below, it sounded like a chain. Holding your breath you strain to hear anything in the dead silence around you. A growl rumbles up from the fog slowly and deeply. You know in your gut it’s the dog, it must be waiting for you to come down.
You curse your decision to come out here; you just trapped yourself between a dog and the thing crashing itself into the door inside. Eerily as if on cue you hear another loud thud followed by a louder snapping of wood. That door won’t hold much longer, the time has come to take your life into your hands, lie down and die or fight for survival. Looking back toward the fog you picture the dog sitting patiently, it has time that you do not. Rationalizing you try to consider your options once again, the dog is probably faster then you are dead or not. The thing behind you is an unknown but it seems slow, it doesn’t appear it can move quickly that is your best opportunity.
Knowing full well you can’t go back into the room you just left you begin to crawl back toward the house and look for another window. You recall two other rooms on this side of the house as you ran into the one where you ultimately ended up here. Moving swiftly around the corner of the second floor the two windows come into view. For a split second you let your guard down and your foot slips, unexpectedly you are now sliding to your doom. Frantically you claw at the shingles trying to desperately stop your decent. Your foot awkwardly catches the gutter and your ankle twists but it affords you the moment you need to get a grip and stop yourself from falling off the roof.
Breathing heavy and in pain you are relieved to be safe for the moment but you hear a chain dragging below. Snarling and snapping the dog is jumping up at your other foot dangling slightly over the gutter. The sound of the decaying jaw snapping together sends shivers down your spine.
You quickly tap each remaining piece of class knocking it out of the windowpane before you are satisfied to climb through. You shove the crowbar back into your backpack as you hear the door creak and the dresser groan. Not bothering to look back at the door you start to climb out onto the roof. The fog is still thick and your flashlight is all but useless. At first you are surprised but remember that the second floor seemed to be smaller then the first and the roof extended out around the front end of the house.
You steady yourself but the angle is harder to manage then you thought, you resort to crawling toward the edge. As you get nearer you notice that you can’t see the ground through the fog, the fall might be farther then you think. As you turn the options over in your mind you hear a noise. You tilt your head and scan the fog below, it sounded like a chain. Holding your breath you strain to hear anything in the dead silence around you. A growl rumbles up from the fog slowly and deeply. You know in your gut it’s the dog, it must be waiting for you to come down.
You curse your decision to come out here; you just trapped yourself between a dog and the thing crashing itself into the door inside. Eerily as if on cue you hear another loud thud followed by a louder snapping of wood. That door won’t hold much longer, the time has come to take your life into your hands, lie down and die or fight for survival. Looking back toward the fog you picture the dog sitting patiently, it has time that you do not. Rationalizing you try to consider your options once again, the dog is probably faster then you are dead or not. The thing behind you is an unknown but it seems slow, it doesn’t appear it can move quickly that is your best opportunity.
Knowing full well you can’t go back into the room you just left you begin to crawl back toward the house and look for another window. You recall two other rooms on this side of the house as you ran into the one where you ultimately ended up here. Moving swiftly around the corner of the second floor the two windows come into view. For a split second you let your guard down and your foot slips, unexpectedly you are now sliding to your doom. Frantically you claw at the shingles trying to desperately stop your decent. Your foot awkwardly catches the gutter and your ankle twists but it affords you the moment you need to get a grip and stop yourself from falling off the roof.
Breathing heavy and in pain you are relieved to be safe for the moment but you hear a chain dragging below. Snarling and snapping the dog is jumping up at your other foot dangling slightly over the gutter. The sound of the decaying jaw snapping together sends shivers down your spine.
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