Horror Story Part 9

The soft sounds of footsteps and crying is getting closer, your grip on the crowbar tightens with each passing second. Knuckles are white and the tips of your fingers are going numb. The sound is all around you know, you can’t place where it is but your eyes never leave the doorway looking out into the darkness of the hall. The flashlight lying on the floor is starting to dim, you’ll need to crank it soon or it’ll go out completely.

The fading light snaps you out of your stupor; you reach down and pick up the flashlight. You reluctantly place the crowbar back into your backpack before you begin to crank the flashlight. You notice its quiet, you were so focused on the flashlight that you never noticed that it was suddenly quiet, too quiet. Satisfied that the flashlight was charged enough you pick up your backpack and move cautiously to the door. You angle yourself as to see as much of and as far as possible into the hallway.

The light is almost useless serving only to make sure you don’t trip, you reach the door-frame and take a deep breath. The last thought in your mind before you step out into the hallway is that you’ll run and jump thru the window if anything faces you. The light struggles against the blackness but it is probably for the better, you can’t see anything. You walk back down the hall toward the first door you entered, the one where you swear you heard someone crying. You pause a moment to look into the room, your heart skips a beat the closet door is open.

A sudden urgency comes over you and you move a little faster toward the stairs. As you approach the banister and as you begin to weigh your options of going on or going back downstairs you are greeted with a terrible sight. At the foot of the stairs stands a figure, quite possibly the very thing that you saw descend the stairs earlier. You can’t move, you want to but you can’t. The flashlight out of curiosity slowly begins to slide down the stairs illuminating just barely each step closer to the creature. A bead of sweat drips over your eyelash into your eye but you don’t blink, you don’t dare blink.

The light finally reaches the creature, its legs covered with tattered pants its feet shielding by the final step. The light slowly creeps up to the torso revealing a ragged half tucked in shirt stained and dirty. The arms hang lifelessly even the fingers deathly still and unmoving. The neck of the thing is taut like the skin was stretched thin almost to the point of ripping. The face had a color too hard to describe but far from healthily, it nose bony and barely visible. The eye sockets were deep and sucked in the light, the little amount of hair was without any color.

Feeling sick and wanting to throw up you finally blink and even though it is only for a millisecond it feels much longer. You feel a sense of dread and reality of the situation begins to set in, you are going to die here. As if sensing the fear the creature beings to climb the stairs.