You know that episode "New Kid in School", when Jake Ryan first appeared in the show and Miley had a hard time? There was one part in the episode when Miley, after losing her locker to Jake, gets dragged down into the basement by the janitor. One day, I wondered what interesting things may be happening down there, in the dark damp basement. This is what I came up with. (Cue evil snicker)
Enjoy! (I know it's short but I think it's perfect.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.
"And while you're down there, reset the traps!" shouted the obese janitor. With that, I was unceremoniously shoved into the basement.
The door slammed shut behind me with a reverberating bang. Instantly, darkness bathed everything, and an eerie and almost ominous silence settled around me.
"Sweet nibblets, when I get justice for this…" I muttered angrily, slowly fumbling my way down the steps. My words dissipated into the silence without echo, and yet every footstep of mine could be heard clearly as distinct thumps.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sheer eeriness of the place made my skin crawl. Didn't that stupid janitor know I'm afraid of the dark? And, especially, dark and eerie places?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I must be halfway down the steps, I thought. My heart was pounding against my chest so hard, it was as loud as my footsteps. As I came closer and closer to the bottom of the stairs, sounds of water dripping came rippling through the still dank air.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Sweat drops formed on my forehead. I was quaking nervously, though I didn't want to admit it. The dripping sound became louder all of the sudden, and a gust of cold air suddenly brushed past my bare legs. I gasped in shock and jumped a little, clutching the handlebar with all my strength. My heart suddenly began hammering away, a clear sign that I should get out of there.
"I'm never coming down this horrid place, not now, not ever!" I whispered, furious at the janitor who sent me down here. I turned around and took my first step up the staircase towards the surface.
Hahahahaha!!
All of the sudden, a cold clammy hand seized my leg from behind and tugged. I screamed blue murder as I lost balance and fell down the stairs, landing at the end on my head. The hand let go, and a sinister voice began cackling from the horrible darkness. Fear overpowered the pounding pain on my head, and I quickly got back up on my feet, knees trembling.
"Who's there?" I cried, tears forming in my eyes. The voice in the background kept cackling maniacally.
Kakakakakak…hehehehe…kakakakaka…
"This isn't funny!" I screamed at it, my voice quavering. I held my hands over my heart to stop it jumping out. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead in small streams, and my knees squeezed together hard to stop me collapsing in fear. Torrents of hot salty tears cascaded down my face, landing on the floor with strange noise that sounded just like the dripping tap.
Kakakakakakaka…sssssss…kakakakakakakaka…
Another gust of cold wind brushed past my legs, colder than the first one. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds as the gnawing fear overwhelmed me. My knees gave way at last. I slid to the ground, leaning against the wall, and cowered in a ball. The ever-present feeling of being watched intensified.
"Wh-wh-who are you…" I whispered, my voice shaking and lips trembling too much to make the words sound coherent. I pulled my knees together and hugged them tight, all thoughts of escaping from the place thrown out of the window by the fear that cornered me.
Kakakakaka…you're with ussssss…you're with us now…kakakakakakaka…
"I…but…what…who…who is this…?"
Kekekekekekeke…kekekeke…I smell blood…I want your soul…kekekekekeke…
Suddenly, seven hands colder and clammier than the one before shot out of the darkness and grabbed me in different places. Two held me firmly around the ankles, one grasped my right thigh, three more seized my arms, and the last one snatched my left knee. All the hands pulled and tugged with inhuman force, dragging me across the wet and rough floor, through and into the darkness. My see-green miniskirt began to tear as the hands dragged me ever closer to certain doom.
Fear swamped my mind. The scream that had long been contained in my mouth finally burst out as sheer terror tore my throat apart.
"No, no, let go, help! HELP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"
Expect more in the very near future! Isn't the suspence killing you? (If not, at least it made the ends of your fingers tingle with excitement, right?)
For maximum effect (in fact, for any effect at all), you need to visualise the story in your head rather than just read the words. T'is the way you enjoy horror stories and thrillers, too. This one happens to be a bit of both.
Terrorking Tragedian