Labyrinth of Nightmares
(I Own None of the Monsters in this Story)
Sion and Jackson were dating. It was no secret the two teens loved each other. Sion had come over to Jackson's house for the weekend, and the night was getting late. Sion kissed his lover, then the two said goodnight. Just before the pair fell asleep next to each other, a strange voice echoed, "Go… To… Sleep…" and they passed out. The pair woke to the same room, but something was wrong. It didn't feel the same. The air was colder, and more confined. The biggest thing was the strange red light outside the room that silently glowed on. It poured in through the keyhole like a laser, and Jackson was more than a little unnerved. Sion calmed him by saying, "It's probably nothing bad, calm down babe." The younger stopped quivering at the kiss, which he returned. Then the scratching started, first on the carpet outside, then gently on the door. The red light had gotten closer, which he was sure of. But, instead of quivering and hiding, he stood up and yelled, "Go away, whatever you are! I don't appreciate you doing this. So GO AWAY!" A pause, then the scratching stopped. The light, however, did not. A low guttural growl came from the hallway, followed by what sounded like a shotgun blast of whatever was out there pounding on the door. The door cracked under the assault, and through the cracks they could see glimpses of a monstrously huge goat-like… thing. Its eyes glowed red, which showed to be the mystery light source that illuminated the hallway outside. No sooner than it started the pounding then it stopped, and the red beacons turned away from the pair, and it could be heard trampling away. Jackson's resolution crumbled and he sunk to his knees, hands over his face. Sion rushed to him. "Are you OK Jackson? It didn't hurt you did it?" The younger shook his head and snuggled to the older's chest, finding solace there. Their reprieve was short, however. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Jackson suddenly got up and grabbed the metal baseball bat from the corner. He muttered to himself, "come and get it, you ugly bastard." He assumed it was the beast, back for another meal attempt. But instead they saw a teen, about their size, approaching through the cracks. He muttered meaninglessly to himself as he approached, and the pair saw the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. With a sudden rush of speed, he was at the door. The bleached white face held a bloody smile and yellowed eyes. "How nice to see you two again, I have to thank that beast for weakening the door for me. Now you're mine." He lunged his knife through the door, making a hole where he waved his arm and knife trying to get to the handle. But, before Sion could do anything, Jackson brought the bat down on the flailing arm with tremendous force. The figure screamed in pain and dropped the knife. He drew his arm out and started squeezing head first through the hole. Jackson wasted no time, driving the newly acquired blade straight into that ugly face, which glazed over and went slack. He drew the knife out, blood flowing freely onto the floor, the arm outside swelling and bent at an irregular angle. Jackson passed the bat to Sion, who took it with a look of amazement on his face. The pair opened the door after deciding it was no longer safe to stay there. They headed for the stairs and opened the door to the first floor. No sooner than that happened, the figure upstairs began to move.
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