|
Post by BSam on Jun 4, 2008 18:48:58 GMT -5
Chapter 11
Jay and Sixteen woke up cramped. His head laying on her chest. She woke him up with her screams of "Pervert" before realising it wasn't by choice. The attic had shrunk. There was only just room enough for the two of them, and no room for him to remove himself from her personal space. "Well, that is quite odd" she commented after calming down.
-----
Willis stumbled through the house. He had a knife protuding from his chest and a faraway look in his eyes. Some kind of presence in the house had taken over him and forced him to attack Pandora but she fought him off and he went to find easier prey.
-----
Gigi and violet were sitting in the dark basement when Willis stumbled into the room. He elbowed Violet in the face and kicked her to the ground, Gigi screamed and ran off into the darkness. Willis then removed the knife from his chest and used it to stab violet in the ear until she was dead. Satisfied that there was one less life in the house, the dark presense removed itself from Willis who finally collapsed and died from the knife wound.
-----
Sixteen was in pain, his legs were being crushed by the shrinking attic, and he was beginning to suffocate being stuck face down in Jays chest. There was not even room to struggle. Eventually there was a loud crunch as his legs succumbed to the pressure and the bones started to break and snap. Despite his screams being muffled by Jays breasts, he could be heard throughout the whole house.
|
|
|
Post by BSam on Jun 4, 2008 18:55:21 GMT -5
Chapter 12 - by Dear Dairy
Dear Dairy was appalled. It was so uncomfortable, being trapped face-down under the floor. Just a few inches of space; not even enough to get a good breath to yell for help.
And that annoying tapping sound! What the heck was that? Dripping rainwater? Maybe. This place was old and decrepit enough to have leaks in the roof. Although she couldn’t see much in the darkness of the subfloor, Dairy could hear muffled cracks of thunder. At least, she hoped it was thunder.
Where is BSam when I need him? I could use a drink.
But she hadn’t seen BSam for a while; in fact, she had no idea how long ago she’d last seen her companions, or anything else for that matter. He’d thought it was such a stroke of luck, finding the trap door in the small room. He’d called it our one hope of escape. The last thing she remembered was BSam’s suggestion that she be the one to try the trap door in this now-futile escape attempt. Dizzy with fear, down into the darkness she went, and across into further darkness, but not to freedom. No, just as the trap door dropped shut, Dairy realized that her downward progress was actually horizontal. Struggling as best she could back to the trap door, she used her derriere to push with all her might. It didn’t budge. She was trapped! Trapped like a rat – not in a trap, but in the narrow space between the floor of the small room and the ceiling of the room below!
BSam was trapped in the room above her, she knew that much. If only she could take in enough breath to shout. “UUUUhhhhh . . .” Inarticulate, ridiculous, sounded like a ghost’s moan. Or worse, a cow’s moo. And not enough volume to wake a spider. Oh, God, there better not be spiders down here. If I ever see BSam again, I’m gonna kill him. Then I’m gonna drink all his beer.
What next? If vocalizing didn’t work, maybe physical effort would. If I could just get to a vertical wall, I could at least stand up. But then I’d be trapped between wall studs, so would that be progress or not?
Panting, Dairy crawled toward the source of the faint tapping sound. Just a few yards, and she discovered the cause. A wet, sticky substance, dripping between the floorboards above her, was making a quite a puddle on the subfloor, deep enough that the tapping had now become more of a plopping. Looks kinda like Hershey’s chocolate syrup she thought. But it was too dark to see colors, and it certainly didn’t smell like chocolate syrup. Oh, no, not at all . . .
|
|
|
Post by BSam on Jun 4, 2008 18:55:40 GMT -5
happy now?
someone else write too, it's a group fic remnmber?
|
|
|
Post by BSam on Jun 8, 2008 14:36:25 GMT -5
no wonder i gave up for ages.
|
|
|
Post by Sixteen on Oct 23, 2008 12:21:20 GMT -5
bump
I'm going to write more.
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Oct 24, 2008 0:15:48 GMT -5
Allright.
|
|
|
Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Oct 24, 2008 14:41:29 GMT -5
But, but...I don't want BSam to die.
|
|
|
Post by BSam on Oct 24, 2008 15:12:13 GMT -5
Chapter 13 - by 16
Gigi sat quivering in the shadows. Less than ten minutes had passed since she had introduced herself to Violet and now the girl lay dead underneath Willis, still bleeding. Before he collapsed, something about him had changed. A look of horror was plastered across his face, even now. And he had that gaping knife wound in his own chest which confused her more than anything.
Dairy and Mr. Who were still missing. They could be dead too, for all she knew. Gigi didn't know what to think. She threw up.
The intercom began to crackle again, but there was no voice at the other end. Gigi stood up slowly and walked over to the bodies. With a rib-rattling sob, she pulled the knife out from the side of Violet's head. She had to get out of here.
-----------
BSam was getting worried. His old drinking buddy hadn't come back for him yet. He heard more noses coming from the floor above.
----------
Gigi stumbled around the halls of Charles Mansion, the knife in her hand dripping with Violet's blood. She wanted so much to call out Dairy's name but was afraid of being heard by anyone else. The house was extremely strange, seeming to move around her as she passed through it. Most of the rooms were locked, although the living room had been easy enough to break into. She didn't know why, but the painting in that room had chilled her down to the bone and she had fled to the floors above soon after.
Gigi tried another door handle and, to her surprise, it opened wide. She went inside and was dismayed to see that it was empty except for a badly beaten wardrobe. She sighed and turned around to leave, but what she saw made her gasp in terror.
----------
Dear Dairy touched the liquid that was dripping in front of her. She put a finger in her mouth and realised that it was not chocolate sauce. Recoiling in disgust, her head hit the florboards a few inches above and she let out a groan. She flopped down into the puddle of blood and cried.
----------
Gigi saw her name scrawled across the wall in red marker. Was this some kind of joke? Did Dear Dairy do this, as some sort of message? Suddenly, there was a thud from underneath her feet, where Violet's blood had been pooling. A horrible, low moan came from beneath the floorboards and Gigi jumped. She gripped the knife tighter and plunged it downwards, hoping to strike whatever it was that was terrorising her. The moaning stopped but Gigi couldn't remove the knife. She ran out of the room as fast as she possibly could.
----------
Dear Dairy felt a sharp pain shoot through her back. She tried to twist around but there was no room in this dark space between the floors. She was finding it hard to breathe and began to cough. After her lungs had filled with blood, she died.
|
|
|
Post by Dear Dairy on Oct 25, 2008 17:24:12 GMT -5
AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh! Killed by my so-called friend! Oh, the humanity!
|
|