Author's notes: Hey guys, first chapter is a holy trinity fic based off the horror prompt.


I feel as though time only passes by slowly when you don't want it to. It seems the more I wait, the slower time goes by. The alleyway outside the theatre was cold and dark. The only light came from an emergency exit sign above the back stage door, it's green light flickered spasmodically, plunging the surroundings into darkness. The only sounds were the distant engines of cars, passing by benignantly. My fingers had begun to grow numb from the cold and my teeth chattered uncontrollably. It didn't help that my thin layer of clothes had grown damp from the rain that was light and therefore flew around in the air, curling around several times before landing on a surface. My skin had lost all heat and was beginning to sting, and my hair had small droplets of water clinging on to each strand. I looked down either end of the alleyway, which was lined by years of decaying rubbish, but there was still no one there.

It had been half an hour since I had been separated from Mamrie and Grace. I don't know where they went or how we got separated, but I figured they would meet back at the theatre. So thats where I went. But they were no where inside the theatre, but the building had been wrecked. Tables upturn backstage, the seats had bee torn, the yellow sponge filling spewing from the red velvet covers, and across the safety curtain. But there wasn't really was there, I only imagined it. The tables were fine, the seats were fine, the safety curtain was fine, everything was fine. Then why did I come out of the the theatre panting? Maybe I imagined it, maybe nothing's wrong at all.

"Hannah!", I turned to my right expecting to see a screaming fa, but it was Grace. Running towards me with fear in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Where's Mamrie?" she replied.

"I don't know," I said stupidly. "Grace what's wrong, why were you running?"

"I was running from -nothing. Lets go get ready for the show" Grace said, her tone completely changing from one of profound worry to one of complete normality, as though nothing had happened, and nothing had happened really. I am sure that Grace walked calmly over to me and that nothing is wrong.

She unlocked the door with the key that the stage management had given her when we first arrived and stepped inside the theatre. I looked down the alleyway again to look for Mamrie, and there she was, standing at the end of the alleyway, drenched in water and breathing heavily.

She began to stumble towards me and as she grew closer, I realised that it was not Mamrie at all. The women who was stumbling towards me had dark, unkempt hair, and was covered in deep wounds that seemed to have bled profusely. As she limped I realised that her right foot was facing the wrong way.

The memories of the night came flooding back, the bloodshed, the pain, the fear. I looked down at my left hand, with a bloody stump in the place of my ring finger. How could I have forgotten about how she ripped my finger out with her bare hands?

I turned and ran into the theatre, nearly knocking over Grace as I ran into her.

"Woah there. Are you okay?" she asked me. I looked down at my left hand. All fingers still, but then again, why would they be. I looked back up at Grace.

"Nothing. Lets go find Mamrie" I said, walking deeper into the backstage area of the theatre.


Author's notes: Part two coming soon!