4022peoplesaved asked: "St-st-stephanie...?" she cautiously asked as the Tumblr door opened.
A looming shadow was cast into the far recesses of the newly discovered room. She turned around to find its source but observed nothing. Upon turning around again to face the room, the image of the shadow had moved. She knew time was running out.
Running her hands across the walls, she found a hollow section and bashed in the rotten wood to reveal a secret compartment containing some odd tool. She had a glimmer of hope for a few seconds, but soon realized it was merely a screwdriver. A torch, however, was also behind the screwdriver, yet as soon as she laid her hands upon it the door swung shut.
Utter darkness. She knew there wasn’t any point in screaming, as the room had no windows. She turned on the flashlight. She heard a rustle. Just a whisper at first, really. But then she knew. Swinging around the beam to check for anything… suspicious, her eyes fell upon the hideaway once again. And there it was, something to fight this unnamed terror. It was a sabre. Now she realized that she hadn’t been the first. Someone had tried to send her a message earlier, a cry for help. She couldn’t help coming here; after all, it was… interesting. An adventure. Something dangerous. And this is what she had always pursued, a life of thrill. After all, what good was living if you couldn’t put your own life on the line every single day? It must be dull for those non-suicidal folks. This is what living really was.
She held the sabre with her right hand, as her left was much steadier at this point. Although she was near-ambidextrous, she had no need to show off and lose her balance by wielding it with her right. That would’ve been stupid. And if there was anything worse than having a dull life, it was leading a stupid life.
The light arced around the room several times, searching. And finally she found it, a narrow hallway on the left wall. The rustling now sounded much like whispers, beckoning her to follow. She didn’t even hesitate.
As she ran down the narrow hallway, she noticed something was amiss. No open doors. No windows. So where was the breeze originating from? She paused. A light breeze passed over her face for a few moments, fluttering her scarf ends. And then nothing. She held her breath—and there it was again, a few seconds later. Almost in controlled intervals. A slight sense of panic began to set in as she searched around her with the light. There were bloodstains on the wall at this point, now. She examined them. Fingerprints, a hand clawing at the wall in desperation. Now would be a time for any sane person to find a way out of the building. She proceeded forward.
The whispers grew in intensity and she whipped her head around again to check if anything was trailing her. But she knew whatever had killed the previous victim was lying in wait. She held the sabre at the ready.
A fork in the hallway. She took the right, where the soft wind was calling her name. Waiting. She knew it was there. After another minute of running, she came across a door. She turned the doorknob.
Damn. It was jammed. She used her shoulder and burst open into the room. Again, it was dark, but this time the whispers were all too real and the room was all too bloody. She faced her enemy and saw the glowing red eyes and the face of the Devil. She knew this was it. Sword at the ready, she took a stance.
“I know you’ve been waiting. I’m tired of your silly little games.”
A mad laughter emanated from the dark figure. And then nothing more, just the sound of its breathing.
“Your lack of response tells me it’s time to play a new game.
If that’s the case, let us begin.”
that’s a little creepy, not gonna lie. very well written though. i <3 you. :)
