Hey, Nony here. I decided to try my hand at horror again. I wrote it for the same contest as Daily Routine. It's the same AU as "Promise," but no knowledge is required to read this, but I will admit that it's a great story. But I digress.
Norway: You always do
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I tend to reflect to much on my past a lot. Mathias tells me I do it more than I should, but then has never never stopped me. I am trying to think about it a little less. Unfortunately, being in the hospital for a bullet wound to the chest doesn't help at all, as it only reminds me of another time I landed here, heavily drugged. Berwald and Emil refuse to acknowledge it ever happened. Arthur, Nicolae, and I, on the other hand, will never forget it.
"Are you coming, Arthur?" I snap, annoyed.
"Yes, yes," the Brit replies. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."
"This is going to be awesome!" Nicolae cries.
My two best friends-Arthur Kirkland and Nicolae Illiescu-and I race down a street together. We planned on dropping off our school bags at Arthur's home and heading over to an alleged "haunted house."
Nicolae and I both adore ghost stories and believe that they likely exist. On the other hand, Arthur takes his love of ghosts to an extreme. He claims to have gone to a hotel in England that had ghosts and to have met some "very friendly ones." Nicolae and I don't really believe that ghosts would be that outright the proof of their existence.
Arthur unlocks the door, allowing us to enter his home. Luckily, no one seems to be home and even luckier, no one in Arthur's family would even care. Both Nicolae and I told our parents (guardian, in my case) that we'd be spending the night at Arthur's house. My guardian can call, Arthur's father will tell him that I'm having a great time and am too busy to come to the phone.
Too bad we'll be spending our night in a haunted house.
"I have old backpacks from my brothers that we can use to take stuff," Arthur explains, leading the way to his room. "Food, drinks, the changes of clothes you two have with you, tarot cards-"
"Is it really the best idea to bring tarot cards?" Nicolae asks nervously.
"You're not wimping out on us, are you?" I challenge him.
"It's just that...forget it."
We quickly transfer everthing into the backpacks and head off on our trek to the house. Arthur still took the tarot cards.
After twenty minutes of walking, my friends and I find ourselves standing in front of a dillapidated house made of a mix of wood and brick. It looks ready to collapse.
"Is this it?" Nicolae asks.
Arthur checks the address with the paper he wrote the information on.
"Yes," the Briton confirms.
I reach for the knob.
"Are you ready?" I ask my friends.
Arthur and Nicolae nod.
I turn the knob. The door opens slowly, creaking on it's aged hinges. Venturing inside, we begin coughing from the musty air. We cover our mouths and try to get our bearings using one of Arthur's flashlights.
"It's so dark in here," Nicolae states.
"If you're scared, the door is right there," I tell him. "You don't have to stay."
Nicolae lets out a hearty laugh. "I'm staying." He then proceeds to cough from all the junk in the air he just inhaled.
One his little fit ends, the three of us begin exploring the house to search for the supernatural, armed with flashlights. We head down a long corridor. Dirt and grime obscures the paintings and pictures on the walls. Dust covers nearly every inch of the floor, except for where my friends and I have stepped. Everything here seems to be really disgusting.
What else should I have expected from a house like this?
I feel a cold rush of air behind me. Whirling around, my flashlight beam reveals-
"Lukas! Stop shining that bloody thing in my face!" Arthur snaps.
"Sorry. I thought I felt something."
Arthur's green eyes widen. "What do you mean?"
"It felt like a cold wind."
Arthur shrugs. "I don't know."
"It could have been a draft," Nicolae pipes up.
"There are no windows here," I tell him.
We continue walking. When we reach a staircase, we hear the first sound.
Creak.
We pause, peering up to the celing.
Creak. Creak.
"What's that?" Nicolae squeaks in a nervous, yet manly-as he claims-tone.
"I'll go check it out," I find myself offering.
Arthur and Nicolae confirm that I'm positive about my desicion. At my insistance, they tell me to be careful and call if I need any help. I nod.
"I'll be fine," I reassure, begining the ascent up the spiral staircase.
I just lied to my best friends' faces.
I stalk through the hallway slowly. Unfortunately, the wooden boards beneath my feet scrape too loudly to properly tell where the other creaking comes from.
Creak.
My head swivels to glance in the direction of the noise. Nothing.
Creeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaak
It got closer. Right behind me. I spin around and my breath catches in my throat.
The creature before me cannot be in any way be catagorized as human. It glares at me with its single bloodshot crimson eye.
"Go AwAy."
Heart racing in my chest, my reflexes kick in and I run. The aged, weakened floors can't seem to take my weight to well. They crack under my feet. I plunge down to the main floor and through it to the basement. My head cracks painfully against something.
My vision fades to black.
How very typical of me to do that
Ages:
Arthur: Seventeen
Nicolae: Fifteen
Lukas: Fifteen/Youngest of the group
