His small, well-rounded eyes darted around the white tiled room in the heat of his pre-teen anxiety. His eyes where open wide, fear filling the small brown pools as he looked around at the room. He didn't like this. He had scoped this cursed room too many times to count, and he was getting rather weary. This room which was, too many, a restful place of peace and warmth that ensured the occupant's longevity, was a cold and hard, harsh and unforgiving jail-ceil of a hell for him. He was feeling the other side of this building. And he feared that when the time came, only one of them would leave the hospital.
It was a madman's doing. Some kind of supernatural lunatic and his sick and perverted ways. The only good thing that came out of this for them, was that there where no girls. I. E.: No Pucca.
"Come on Garu!" Abyo coaxed, unlocking a small iron gate. "Hmm..." Garu moaned, fallowing his best friend uneasily into the strange and abandoned-looking yard. A yard that knew no sun, and remained winter all year long. What they did not know was that this yard held more evil then either one of the boys could have ever imagined. However Garu fallowed, knowing that Pucca wouldn't find him in a place like this, and Abyo lead, in hopes of getting some good sparing in without Pucca. They both knew that neither one of them should enter here; that beyond the dusty and rundown yard was a house. That the gate and fence was meant to keep out people like them. And Pucca; the threat of Pucca was too great, so to speak. So they ventured into the yard, assuming that they where doing no harm. Although neither one of them had ever even seen this place before. They thought that they knew this entire village, but they didn't remember ever seeing this. Somewhere in their minds they both guessed that Tobe might have something to do with this. However, the only wanted to have a good sparing match, and if they ended up fighting Tobe, that would just be a bonus. "Hey Garu," Abyo said, looking around the warm, yet frozen over-like yard. "Who do you think lives in a place like this?" Garu shrugged, making only a small noise. Abyo nodded. "Well if they're demon I don't wanna met them." Garu rolled his eyes. For the most part Abyo understood him fairly well. However, Garu never thought's never even came close to a demon living here. He was trying to tell him that it might be a trap that Tobe set, but his small moaning noise's meaning was lost to his best friend's imagination. Garu didn't mind though. He knew that it was hard to talk to Abyo, or anyone, after he took a vow of silence. He knew that he wouldn't be able to talk to anyone after taking the vow of silence last year, but he never thought that it would be this hard to get your message across. Garu stopped, looking up at the dark and decrepit house. About two stories, with both a basement and a live-in attic. A wrap-around dilapidated porch that stopped on the sides, and a decrepit back deck that appeared to come off where the dinning room would be.
The deck hard three stairs on the bottom, but it had no stairs from the deck itself to the double doors, when it needed about three more. Garu's scoping of the 'abandoned' house was interrupted by Abyo walking up the stairs, and trying to open the doors. "Mmm! Mmm!" Garu waved his right arm, trying to stop his friend from during the one thing that you never do in horror movies. Garu, although only showing it to a degree, felt like he was in a horror movie and wanted now nothing more then to walk safely back with Abyo, threw the gate and never return nor speak of this dead place and this house with an uneasy chill. But that did not seem possible, as Abyo responding: "What's the worst that could happen? Come on!" Garu could think of many horrible things that could happen to the two of them, but could not utter a word without breaking his vow. So casually, and carefully Garu fallowed his best friend into the large, dark, and moist house. In threw the spider webs and dust and mildew, the first thing they noticed was the smell. Like nothing either one of them had ever smelled before. The fowl odder was worse then a dump in the summer time, and was almost as thick as late-winter fog. The two boys gagged for a moment, then pulled their shirts over their faces. "Oh man!" Abyo moaned, taking off his shirt and wrapping it around his face. "Bad fish smells better then that!" He cry threw his shirt, voice muffled by cotton. Garu nodded, cupping his hands over his nose. As they walked deeper into the house, Garu thought that he heard the back doors slam, but he didn't want to think about that. He only barely got away from the last house that shut it's own doors, and he was not ready to do that again. He didn't sleep right for a weak after that, and was always uneasy about getting up to use the bathroom at night. The two turned out of the once named dinning room, entering what looked like it might have once been the living room. The room was only a little smaller, with a dust covered and beaten up staircase in the far corner. "Cool!" Abyo said, lifting a skull decoration off a table in the center of the room. "You think my dad will let me keep this!?" He asked excitedly, turning the thing over in his hand. Much to Abyo's surprise, a large furry spider, almost the size of the skull itself, crawled out from within the morbid likeness and up his arm. The arachnid lifted it's front legs and moved it's fangs, with anticipation in biting the unsuspecting twelve year old. Abyo spotted it, shrieked, and stumbled backwards failing his arm. "Get it off! Get it off!" He failed around, bumping into the walls and the empty bookshelf sitting by itself, cornered nicely in the room directly across from the stairs, being home to more bug and a layer of dust that was about six inches high. Garu tried to rid Abyo's arm of the incest, but with him moving around like that, it was only a matter of time before it bit him. In all the commotion and panic Abyo lost his grip on the skull and it landed on the floor with a loud and sickening smash, the gothic icon shattering to pieces of the filthy hard wood floor. Abyo fell backwards, but Garu caught him. In all the ruckus and din, the bug must have fled the once safe heaven of the young boy's arm to morn the lost of it's home behind the bookshelf, where they where both sure other's like that one lived. "Thanks." Abyo panted, trying desperately to catch his breath in his best friends arms. Garu helped Abyo stand up, then they both turned to the skull. "Oh man," Abyo groaned, once he had regained most of his composure. "I was gonna keep that!" Their thoughts where interrupted by a noise that chilled them both. Footsteps. Coming down the stairs.
They froze in the darkness in the other side of the room, both chilled and unable to move. Fear seized both of them as they could begin to make out a figure descending the stairs slowly. Garu's chest moved in and out at a rapid pace, wishing that he had went to the bathroom before they got caught in the nightmare. He could tell that even though he didn't think so until now, he was a bit more traumatized from the last encounter with this short of thing then he'd like to think, almost sorry that he didn't drag Abyo out of this place. It was far too late for that now, as both of them stood in a frozen stupor, watching the figure move slowly and in time with the wind outside, that banged on the windows and shook the doors, falling down the fireplace and moaning out to them, moaning threw the horror of their beating hearts. Abyo wanted desperately to run, grab Garu's arm and run like they had never ran before. But this was not long an option, for as hard as he tried, his feet would not respond to his brain. He wanted to turn to his best friend in hopes that they could calm each other down a little, but Abyo could see from the corner of his eye that Garu needed him more then Abyo needed Garu. Garu's heart raced now like lightning, palpitations pounding blood that echoed in his ears like the beating of a hideous drum. Sheer terror shaking his frame and making him sweet, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. His body felt warm in a most awful way, as though his soul itself was trying to run from this moment. His mind couldn't take this anymore. He wanted to scream, to run. To run and scream. But nothing was working. He was now watching, at Abyo was, their own fate, unable to control their actions like a car without a steering wheel, they where unable to control their bodies any longer, the darkness around them growing darker with every second. Demonic thoughts plagued Garu's mind like a the silence that surrounded them, and the evil terror that seemed to manifest out from the darkness in the walls up from hell itself. The last thing Garu thought before he fell backwards onto the broken skull behind him was simple. He thought of his own death here, in this place of doom. This nightmarish living room where no mortal should have ever gone. As Garu's body hit the shattered skull and left the conscious world, Abyo called out his name, suddenly able to speak once more. But it was too late, Garu's mind had fallen deeper into the darkness, the darkness that filled the room the this entity was now entering as Abyo stood alone, shaking with terror, tears and other fluids escaping him. And that was when the shadowy being stepped both feet on the floor, and stared at them, angry in it's semi-lit eyes.