Chapter One – Imaginings
The area was musty, and mild. Hooks and chains hung and swayed as water dripped from old rotten wood and splashed into rusty cans which most likely once contained edible goods. A young woman huddled in the murky translucent corner, shivering. Her hair was matted with the dampness of sweat and her eyes were leaking of fresh tears. Foot steps were heard above her and creaks of the floor boards every now and then. She stopped breathing from time to time listen closely to her surroundings. At each gasp and sob she made she felt a cold chill run down her back.
Suddenly a door flung opened and a figure stood at the top of the stairs. Not one figure, but two, though one was being held by their shirt collar, and looked rather lifeless. The other figure, large and walking tall, was a figure the girl knew all to well. She stopped breathing, horrified and afraid. She closed her eyes and bite her bottom, preventing herself from breathing. She heard a few loud banging noises, but dared not to open her eyes, to afraid of the image in which she may well see. A few loud thumps were heard, then a loud splash, something else was now in the basement, just across from her, and still she dared not look. It was becoming harder to contain her breathing. But she soon released a loud gasp after hearing the slam of the door, followed by the cling of old rusty locks, then followed by the creaky footsteps which caused the years dust settled on the ceiling to travel into the air.
She opened her eyes but kept a hand over her mouth. She stood once she noticed a figure sitting lazily at the bottom of the stairs, small moans escaped the figure. She soon stood up disturbing the water surrounding her. She stood for a moment and walked quietly, dirty water surrounding her ankles. She breathed heavily as she walked nearer the figure and out into the dim light which managed to seep from the floor boards above. She walked closer and closer and her breathing became heavier the closer she got to the figure. Her eyes widened after realizing who this mysterious figure was. "...K-emp." She said weakly clearing her through from its dryness as best she could. "Kemper?!" She called out, her voice now stronger, but quiet. She neared Kemper, Her hands shaking. She stood but two feet from him, his back turned to her. She let out a small gasp and a sob as she realized that blood was floating silently around Kemper. She braced herself, as she held. Out a hand to touch his shoulder. "Erin?" He asked out, his voice was groggy and was almost impossible to intercept. She pulled her shaking hand back at his voice, soon she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh god Kemper I was so-" She put a hand on his shoulder quickly and before she could finish her sentence she let out a loud and piercing scream at the sight of Kemper. His face was ripped of and fragments of his skull and tissues, layered with blood was all that was left. She feel back causing a large splash.
Soon Erin heard loud footsteps and hands ripping at the rusty locks. The door flew opened and the hinges squeaked in insane laughter. A figure stood at the top of the stairs, its black outline was surrounded by a yellow light. And in his hand was a chainsaw. A array of smoke feud from the chainsaw as it bellowed loudly and rimmed against the concrete walls. "NO!!!" Erin cried and the figure chased after her down the old set of stairs. The figure stood over her now, she had no escape. He held his chainsaw high as he yelled in delight. "NO! please! No! don't! no" The chainsaw came down near her tearing at her clothing. And his masked barred the horrifying image of her boyfriend, Kemper's face. "No...please...no." It was then that Erin shot out of bed. She sighed and wiped the sweat from the side of her face. "Mommy what' wrong?" A little girl with curly blonde hair asked, standing at her doorway looking in on her, holding a large teddy bear. "Nothing sweetie." Erin replied. "Now go on back to bed, Or Santa won't come to bring you your toys." She said with a smile. "Good night mommy." The little girl said as she walked away heading towards her room. "'Night Molly..." She said in a low voice, falling back down onto her bed. Soon falling into a deep, restless sleep.
End of chapter one.
The area was musty, and mild. Hooks and chains hung and swayed as water dripped from old rotten wood and splashed into rusty cans which most likely once contained edible goods. A young woman huddled in the murky translucent corner, shivering. Her hair was matted with the dampness of sweat and her eyes were leaking of fresh tears. Foot steps were heard above her and creaks of the floor boards every now and then. She stopped breathing from time to time listen closely to her surroundings. At each gasp and sob she made she felt a cold chill run down her back.
Suddenly a door flung opened and a figure stood at the top of the stairs. Not one figure, but two, though one was being held by their shirt collar, and looked rather lifeless. The other figure, large and walking tall, was a figure the girl knew all to well. She stopped breathing, horrified and afraid. She closed her eyes and bite her bottom, preventing herself from breathing. She heard a few loud banging noises, but dared not to open her eyes, to afraid of the image in which she may well see. A few loud thumps were heard, then a loud splash, something else was now in the basement, just across from her, and still she dared not look. It was becoming harder to contain her breathing. But she soon released a loud gasp after hearing the slam of the door, followed by the cling of old rusty locks, then followed by the creaky footsteps which caused the years dust settled on the ceiling to travel into the air.
She opened her eyes but kept a hand over her mouth. She stood once she noticed a figure sitting lazily at the bottom of the stairs, small moans escaped the figure. She soon stood up disturbing the water surrounding her. She stood for a moment and walked quietly, dirty water surrounding her ankles. She breathed heavily as she walked nearer the figure and out into the dim light which managed to seep from the floor boards above. She walked closer and closer and her breathing became heavier the closer she got to the figure. Her eyes widened after realizing who this mysterious figure was. "...K-emp." She said weakly clearing her through from its dryness as best she could. "Kemper?!" She called out, her voice now stronger, but quiet. She neared Kemper, Her hands shaking. She stood but two feet from him, his back turned to her. She let out a small gasp and a sob as she realized that blood was floating silently around Kemper. She braced herself, as she held. Out a hand to touch his shoulder. "Erin?" He asked out, his voice was groggy and was almost impossible to intercept. She pulled her shaking hand back at his voice, soon she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh god Kemper I was so-" She put a hand on his shoulder quickly and before she could finish her sentence she let out a loud and piercing scream at the sight of Kemper. His face was ripped of and fragments of his skull and tissues, layered with blood was all that was left. She feel back causing a large splash.
Soon Erin heard loud footsteps and hands ripping at the rusty locks. The door flew opened and the hinges squeaked in insane laughter. A figure stood at the top of the stairs, its black outline was surrounded by a yellow light. And in his hand was a chainsaw. A array of smoke feud from the chainsaw as it bellowed loudly and rimmed against the concrete walls. "NO!!!" Erin cried and the figure chased after her down the old set of stairs. The figure stood over her now, she had no escape. He held his chainsaw high as he yelled in delight. "NO! please! No! don't! no" The chainsaw came down near her tearing at her clothing. And his masked barred the horrifying image of her boyfriend, Kemper's face. "No...please...no." It was then that Erin shot out of bed. She sighed and wiped the sweat from the side of her face. "Mommy what' wrong?" A little girl with curly blonde hair asked, standing at her doorway looking in on her, holding a large teddy bear. "Nothing sweetie." Erin replied. "Now go on back to bed, Or Santa won't come to bring you your toys." She said with a smile. "Good night mommy." The little girl said as she walked away heading towards her room. "'Night Molly..." She said in a low voice, falling back down onto her bed. Soon falling into a deep, restless sleep.
End of chapter one.
