ALRIGHT! CHAPTER 2!
Gaz awoke from her bed the next morning. Too early, she concluded - it was still dark out. The lights from the city street lamps were still on and any sign of the sun was not to be seen. She looked over to her digital alarm clock which read: 3:32. She shivered, still being in a cold sweat as she gazed around the room. "Was it all just a dream?" she asked out loud.
She decided to find out. She slowly opened her door and looked down the hallway. There was dead silence in the small house, except for the gentle ticking of the clock mounted on the wall near the stair case. She tip-toed as slowly as she could up to Dib's door, which was still closed and she heard gentle snoring coming from inside. She wanted to dispel all doubt and open the door so she would see for herself if it were true or not, but she couldn't force herself to turn the knob.
"What if he wakes up?" she asked herself. "Do I say that I was worried about him? Me! What will he think of me then?" After much compromising with herself, she slowly opened the door to see inside.
In the room, a mass was lying under the covers, gentling breathing up and down. At the far end, Dib's hair was sticking up at the edge of his covers. She felt an instant relief wash over her as she realized that the entire ordeal was but a figment of her own imagination. She scolded herself for believing such nonsense and vowed to herself not to watch so many slasher films in the future.
She decided then, that she would go to the kitchen and eat something before going back to bed. It was Saturday after all and she didn't want to lose this time to sleep in to some crazy spooks that were probably the result of some crazy speculation.
She descended the stairs, feeling much better about herself. She rounded the corner and saw the opened box of half-eaten (and by this time cold) Pizza laying on the dinner table. She went over and examined it. "Bad Pizza" she told herself.
Suddenly, something fell from aloft. A single drop descended and fell on her head. She looked up to see a pool of crimson blood forming on the ceiling, a slow trickle leaking through the board and descending the wall on the far side. She gasped in horror and then she heard the peel of the same maniacal laughter. It was maddening in affect, filling every corner of the house; but then it stopped. And she heard the same tune, the same humming of the accursed child's song. It wasn't a dream! It was real!
She heard a thump, as if a body had just hit the floor and the voice suddenly sounded like it came into the upstairs hall, as if it were dragging something heavy behind it. Her heart skipped a beat. Fear suddenly washed over her.
Gaz darted for the front door hoping to escape, but it was locked, someone had jimmied the door. She cursed under her breath as she heard the object thump as it was dragged down every singular step. She ran as fast as she could and hid in the closet. She heard the object being dragged along, with heavy footsteps tromping on the hard floor. It resonated from the hallway and she saw the dark incantations of shadows pass her hiding place, praying no-one noticed her hiding place. She heard the front door open and then close as the footsteps slowly faded into the dark.
She stood there in the closet amongst the coats and hangers, holding her hands over head as she thought about what to do. "I can't just wait here to die!" she thought. "What if he comes back!"
She waited a good twenty minutes in bated anticipation of his imminent return, but there was nothing now, save the silence of the urban scape outside. She opened the closet door to see a fresh trail of blood leading from the stairs and then to the front door. Cautiously, she went over to the open entrance, only to notice that the trail of blood mysteriously stopped at the doorway's edge. Outside, there was nothing to be seen. "I must be losing my mind!" she screamed inside her head. "I must be losing my mind!"
Remember to review. They're always appreciated.