-Footsteps Of Fear 2 – The next story to follow after the first Footsteps of Fear fanfiction that I wrote. Please review, favourite, follow -
It had been a long day at work for both Sam and Tom, so to calm down and relax, they had both decided to go for a walk into the woods a few minutes from Holby Hospital. They had never walked through it before but often saw people going through there to walk their dogs in the evening.
Tom didn't particularly want to go but Sam wanted to and he didn't want to disappoint. He had often declined to go out running with her because he didn't enjoy it like she did, but walking couldn't be too bad.
They reached the woods and entered through the gate and began to walk along the stone path.
"Are you glad you came with me now?" Sam asked Tom as they walked hand in hand.
"Well it's not that exciting." Tom smiled at her.
"But you need to exercise." She took her free hand and playfully slapped his stomach. "Don't want to put more weight on do we?"
"What do you mean more weight?" He grinned. "Cheeky little" He tried to pulled her close to him but she ran up the path a little way.
"Come and catch me." Sam said watching him, and as he started to jog, she ran into the trees and off of the path. She hid behind a tree as she ran further in.
He saw her hide behind a tree and crept up behind it.
"Oh Sammie, where are you?" He said loudly, and jumped around the corner and grabbed her. "Gotcha." She laughed as he picked her up and span her round, but then something caught her eye.
"What's through there?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." Tom replied. "Shall we go?"
"No!" She said and pulled him along. "Let's go see."
"It's someone's house Sam." Tom sighed.
"It looks too old." Sam said as they got nearer. "See? There are no windows up the top. It looks abandoned."
"It might not be." Tom said, as they found the front door.
Sam looked at the front door, which was open slightly.
"Hello?" Sam shouted through the door but got nothing but her echo in reply. "It's empty, yet all the furniture's still here."
"Then let's leave." Tom said. "It's not ours to touch."
"There could be someone in there." Sam said, and stepped through the door.
"Sam, this isn't our property." Tom warned, yet she still walked in.
She looked around as she walked in. This was a big house, and it was strange that no one had taken the stuff from here. The furniture was old and musty looking, yet there were wooden cabinets around and a very old TV.
"Nice place." Sam said. "Big. Why wouldn't anyone do this place up and live here?"
"Don't know." Tom said, as a shiver went down his spine, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Scared?" Sam smirked.
"No. It's cold in here." He replied.
"It's like twenty degrees." She laughed a little. "I won't be long. I just want to look around."
"Well, be careful." Tom said. "I'll stand here."
"Okay." Sam smiled and went off into one of the other rooms.
Tom looked around. Someone hadn't lived here for quite a while. Leaves scattered the floor and black and white photos covered the walls. As he wandered and examined them, he noticed that in every photo, the same people were in them. This must have been a family home. One of the photos was crooked, so he straightened it out, and as he did, someone ran behind him and giggled.
He turned around yet no one was to be seen. He sighed.
"Sam, stop it right now." He sighed and looked to where she ran to, but she wasn't there. He turned back and saw the footprints on the floor. Sam was wearing trainers, but these prints were of bare feet. Sam's feet weren't that small anyway.
"SAM?" Tom shouted.
"Yeah?" She said, peeking round the corner of the living room.
"Can we go please?" He said. She looked at him, and he looked spooked.
"Just a few minutes." She said. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah fine." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"There's no one here Tom." She said, and went back to what she was doing, but this time he joined her.
She had found a jewellery box In one of the drawers, which had a few gold knecklaces in, a few handwritten letters that were obviously old, and a few photos with dates on the back.
"Looks like no one's lived here since the late 1800's." Sam said, and looked at him. He still looked freaked out, which was a side to him that she had never seen before. "Seriously Tom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said.
"Well it's not nothing. I can see that. What have I done?" She sighed.
"You haven't done anything." He said. "I was straightening one of the old photos there and I thought you ran behind me so I went to check it out, but there was no one there. There was just footprints left on the floor, from bare feet."
"Seriously?" She grinned. "Show me."
"Sure." He said and took her out to the entrance.
She looked around, as did he.
"Where are these footprints then?" She asked.
"They're…" He gulped. "gone."
"Are you sure you saw them?" Sam asked, smirking.
"Yes!" He said. "Don't look at me like that. Have you pranked me?"
"What?" She laughed. "No!"
"Because someone laughed too." He said, and they both jumped. Something fell down in the next room.
Sam started to laugh.
"What?" He said. "You did prank me didn't you?"
"No." She said and pulled herself together. "I've just never seen you jump so much."
"Well what was it then?" He asked and looked through the doorframe.
"It's a doll." Sam said, walking over to it and picking it up. "Creepy one too. Has an eye missing and everything."
"Put it back…" Tom said.
"Tom." She said, taking a step towards him. "It just fell from that shelf." She pointed to a shelf with a few other dolls on.
"Please put it down." He said, taking a step back.
"Fine." She said, and put it down on the chair creating a little cloud of dust to rise. "Better?"
"Thank you." Tom sighed. "Now can we please go?"
"Sure." Sam said, patting her bag. "I have some research to do now."
"You didn't take anything did you?" Tom asked.
"Just the photos and letters. I want to know who lived here." Sam said as Tom sighed. "Don't worry. I'll come and put it back in a few days."
"Fine." Tom said. "What harm can it do?"
"Yeah." Sam said and took Tom's hand as they left the house. They put the door back to how they found it, and carried on with their walk.