Two years later
-Prologue-
Priceless. That was how Rachel had remembered Rose Red, which was the most horrifying experience of her life where she nearly got her sister killed. The vivid pictures invade her mind every time she tries to sleep. It's as if the past or the spirits are still lingering around. There were times when Rachel felt a presence around her. She knew that what she experienced wasn't done with her. It wasn't going to be done with any of them until they were all dead.
A dream? Maybe. Could the whole experience have been a dream? That was the one thing Rachel prayed day and night for. If it was only a dream, then what happened didn't exist. With a new level of confidence, Rachel threw the covers off her body and went to check on her sister, Annie.
Everything was still virtually the same with their relationship but the only thing that altered was that they lived in their own apartment. Annie, still relentlessly uses her mind to make things happen but only when something or someone upsets her and Rachel has gained more control over Annie. All in all, things had improved significantly since the mishap of Rose Red.
Once Rachel reached Annie's room, she noticed something was lying on the floor. It was a picture of some sort. She turned on the lamp and closely examined the picture. It was a picture of the Rimbauer's. In the picture, she noticed that was house was still incomplete. She shuddered at the thought. Rose Red was a part of her past but wherever she turned it was there to haunt her and she couldn't help but wonder where Annie found such a picture. She was positive that there weren't any scattered around but she wouldn't be sure.
When she closely examined it, something was off that she couldn't quite put her finger on. The house looked similar to when they all first ventured into Rose Red. But older pictures clearly showed a different look. Maybe Rose Red was starting to change on the outside. Rachel thought carefully about what she was looking at and decided to wake Annie. Maybe she'd be some kind of help.
"Annie," Rachel called sweetly as she nudged her sister's shoulder.
Her eyes opened and Annie let out a stifled yawn. Sometimes Annie still refused to talk. The aftermath of Rose Red had done a lot of damage to the victims but Annie was affected the most. She would rock back and fourth continuously until someone would stop her. Then, it started up. She began rocking back and fourth.
"Annie, how did you get this picture?" she asked her sister calmly. She knew she was going to have to be patient to reach Annie's mind.
"Voices," she whispered in a low voice that made a chill run up Rachel's spin.
"I don't understand," Rachel spoke. Sadly, Rachel could barely understand her sister. Steve was really the only one who could understand but she hadn't seen him in years and hadn't planned on seeing him for a long time. It wasn't that Rachel hated Steve but she only did this for Annie's safety. Steve was getting too close to Annie and it scared her to death.
Annie never answered Rachel. Instead, they listened to the chimes of the grandfather clock strike midnight. It was the worst time of a day. For it was a time that made Rachel feel vulnerable because of the haunted memories of Rose Red. To take her mind off of the past, she walked over to Annie's bookshelf and pulled off a random book. Surprisingly, it was dusty and not a fingerprint was on the book.
"Wow." Rachel breathed. It was a photo album of the remaining group of Rose Red. Everywhere she went she couldn't get away. Everything reminded her of that place that no longer stood but could Rose Red still linger on the ground, which it was built on? That was the question that Rachel wasn't about to answer. Finally, she put the book back on the shelf and turned off Annie's light on her way out.
Little did she know that there was a new horror about to begin.
A/n: If this completely sucks, then it does. I usually don't write these but I'm into originals. Since I love the movie/and or book I figured I write what I would want to happen. I know that I am no way shape or form the next Stephen King but at least enjoy the idea of this story. Read and review if you want. If I get two I might update tomorrow and get out a longer chapter to help understand what is going on but I'm unsure.
-Prologue-
Priceless. That was how Rachel had remembered Rose Red, which was the most horrifying experience of her life where she nearly got her sister killed. The vivid pictures invade her mind every time she tries to sleep. It's as if the past or the spirits are still lingering around. There were times when Rachel felt a presence around her. She knew that what she experienced wasn't done with her. It wasn't going to be done with any of them until they were all dead.
A dream? Maybe. Could the whole experience have been a dream? That was the one thing Rachel prayed day and night for. If it was only a dream, then what happened didn't exist. With a new level of confidence, Rachel threw the covers off her body and went to check on her sister, Annie.
Everything was still virtually the same with their relationship but the only thing that altered was that they lived in their own apartment. Annie, still relentlessly uses her mind to make things happen but only when something or someone upsets her and Rachel has gained more control over Annie. All in all, things had improved significantly since the mishap of Rose Red.
Once Rachel reached Annie's room, she noticed something was lying on the floor. It was a picture of some sort. She turned on the lamp and closely examined the picture. It was a picture of the Rimbauer's. In the picture, she noticed that was house was still incomplete. She shuddered at the thought. Rose Red was a part of her past but wherever she turned it was there to haunt her and she couldn't help but wonder where Annie found such a picture. She was positive that there weren't any scattered around but she wouldn't be sure.
When she closely examined it, something was off that she couldn't quite put her finger on. The house looked similar to when they all first ventured into Rose Red. But older pictures clearly showed a different look. Maybe Rose Red was starting to change on the outside. Rachel thought carefully about what she was looking at and decided to wake Annie. Maybe she'd be some kind of help.
"Annie," Rachel called sweetly as she nudged her sister's shoulder.
Her eyes opened and Annie let out a stifled yawn. Sometimes Annie still refused to talk. The aftermath of Rose Red had done a lot of damage to the victims but Annie was affected the most. She would rock back and fourth continuously until someone would stop her. Then, it started up. She began rocking back and fourth.
"Annie, how did you get this picture?" she asked her sister calmly. She knew she was going to have to be patient to reach Annie's mind.
"Voices," she whispered in a low voice that made a chill run up Rachel's spin.
"I don't understand," Rachel spoke. Sadly, Rachel could barely understand her sister. Steve was really the only one who could understand but she hadn't seen him in years and hadn't planned on seeing him for a long time. It wasn't that Rachel hated Steve but she only did this for Annie's safety. Steve was getting too close to Annie and it scared her to death.
Annie never answered Rachel. Instead, they listened to the chimes of the grandfather clock strike midnight. It was the worst time of a day. For it was a time that made Rachel feel vulnerable because of the haunted memories of Rose Red. To take her mind off of the past, she walked over to Annie's bookshelf and pulled off a random book. Surprisingly, it was dusty and not a fingerprint was on the book.
"Wow." Rachel breathed. It was a photo album of the remaining group of Rose Red. Everywhere she went she couldn't get away. Everything reminded her of that place that no longer stood but could Rose Red still linger on the ground, which it was built on? That was the question that Rachel wasn't about to answer. Finally, she put the book back on the shelf and turned off Annie's light on her way out.
Little did she know that there was a new horror about to begin.
A/n: If this completely sucks, then it does. I usually don't write these but I'm into originals. Since I love the movie/and or book I figured I write what I would want to happen. I know that I am no way shape or form the next Stephen King but at least enjoy the idea of this story. Read and review if you want. If I get two I might update tomorrow and get out a longer chapter to help understand what is going on but I'm unsure.