Chapter 2

"Well, said Takuro looking around, it's a lot prettier on the inside..."

"Is it me or its cold in here?" Asked Mika to nobody in particular.

"I'm not complaining, added the red-haired teen, it's pretty hot outside.

Takeshi shivered but not because of the cold air.

"H-Hey... Let's go back..." Said Takeshi with an obvious shaking tone.

"Takeshi, sighed Hiroshi, you know monsters can't exist! It's scientifically impossible!"

A sudden noise made them blench which didn't reassure Takeshi a bit. Hiroshi sighed.

"I'll go check it out."

"B-Be careful" stuttered the blonde teen.

Hiroshi walked through the large corridor on his right and headed to the door at the end of it. He found himself in a kitchen-like room. He looked to his right where a huge table stood with some chairs.

"Well, this place is pretty clean..." He thought out loud.

He glared at his left to see the source of the noise him and his gang heard earlier. It was only a broken plate that had fallen from the counter. The teen took a piece of the plate and stared at it for a moment. It was unnaturally white, like if it had just been washed. Seeing a suspicious red liquid on the fridge, he opened it to feel the cold air at his huge surprise. There wasn't anything in it but it was still functional. He stood still, thinking. The mansion was supposed to be abandoned but why was it so clean? It was almost cleaner than his own house. It was odd but interesting at the same time. He left the kitchen, looking at the plate shard in his hands. There wasn't even a bit of dust on it, he could almost say it was creepy.

"Hey, he said, it was only a brok-" His words were cut when he didn't see anyone where his friends stood a second ago.

"Guys?"

Thinking they got outside, Hiroshi twisted the knob to open the entrance door but it blocked. He realized it was locked. How? He had no idea. He shrugged. It shouldn't be a problem, if he could manage to find Takeshi and Takuro; they could surely kick the door open anyway. He walked in the corridor on the left. Looking around, his blood turned cold when he saw a huge shadow walk across a closed room. His curious side took over his cautious one as he looked thought the door window. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything since it was too dark in there. He tried to open the door but it was locked. The teen returned to the main corridor and climbed up the stairs.

"Guys?"

Since he didn't have any answer, he opened the first door on his path that wasn't locked, happily. It was pretty big and remarkably clean. There was a closet at the left corner and a desk next to a book shelf at the right corner. He approached the desk when a sound coming from the closet caught his attention. It sounded like a sob or a sigh. He walked toward the closet and opened it to find a crying Takeshi in. The blonde teen yelped and covered his eyes, shivering. Hiroshi put his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"Calm down, it's me, Hiroshi!"

Takeshi uncovered his eyes and tried to wipe away his tears before others fell down his cheeks. The gray-haired teen noticed that the back his friend's hand was bleeding.

"What happened?" Asked Hiroshi.

"It caught me, said Takeshi between two sobs, it will get me back!"

The grey-haired boy frowned.

"What caught you?"

Takeshi didn't seem to hear it, he kept sobbing, saying random things about a certain "it". Tired of his words that had completely no sense, Hiroshi put his hand on Takeshi's mouth that had no choice but to listen.

"Look, he said, stay in there, it won't find you. I'll look for an exit and I'll get you if I find one."

The blonde boy nodded and Hiroshi closed the closet.

He looked around the room when a shiny little thing caught his attention. The teen walked toward the desk at the other side of the room and grabbed the object. It was a silver key with the word "library" engraved on the handle. Hiroshi exited the room he was in and silently closed the door behind him.

"So, I only need to find the library, he thought out loud, where could it be...?"

He shrugged and tried the key on the nearest doors but they didn't open. He decided to get down to try it on the other floor. He walked to his left where he once got in to get to the kitchen. He tried the door on his right. The door opened with a loud cracking noise. As he made his first step in the library, a loud stomping noise made him blench. He advanced carefully in the big room filled with shelves having dozens of old looking books on each of them.

"...Takuro?"

Hiroshi knew his friend wouldn't be in this room but he wanted to reassure himself. He browsed between the shelves for a minute but soon gave up. That noise was surely a fallen book, not his friend! He headed for the table where a few papers lay on. He tried to read them but the writing was too badly written to read properly. The only word he was barely able to read in all the sheets was Oni. As he pushed away the sheets, he heard a metallic-like sound on the table. He looked under the sheets and found another key with "bedroom" engraved on the handle. The loud stomp was heard again as Hiroshi blenched hearing it. The book-filled shelves in front of him started to slowly fall toward him. The teen leaped out of the way as the shelves made a loud sound against the table that broke under the sudden weight. He sighed in relief, knowing his head could've got crushed by the fall.

A high pitched music started playing in his mind. Where was it from? He didn't have any idea but it was freaking him out. He blinked and gasped at the sight of the creature that just appeared in front of him. He ran out of the library and closed the door behind him as the music slowly faded.

"What the hell just happened?"He asked out loud.

That thing he saw in a flash, what was it? Its skin was a color between blue and purple, a little more purple, actually. It was unnaturally tall but the thing that was creeping him out was its eyes. They were completely black, almost like if there wasn't anything in it. He shook his head. No, he surely imagined it. He didn't see it long enough to tell if it was a true form or something that his imagination suddenly got out of his mind just for the thrill. For the music, well, it was surely a tune he heard back in town that got in his head.

Maybe it wasn't the most realistic explanation he told himself but it was still better than saying there was a monster in the library that made him hear a weird tune. Hiroshi decided that it was better to get this event out of his mind for now and head for the bedroom wherever it was. He walked back to the main hall and climbed up the stairs. Logically, bedrooms are always upstairs, right? Before searching for the good room, he decided to get Takeshi. It would surely be better if they were all together instead of being separated. He entered the room and opened the closet... To find it empty. The only thing left in was a little piece of fabric that kinda looked like a short sleeve. The teen picked it up and stared at it blankly for a moment, lost in his thoughts. Where did Takeshi go? Why didn't his friend wait for him? Did something happen to him? He sighed and wrapped the piece of fabric around his wrist and exited the room. Who knows, it could be useful! The boy tried the key on the nearest doors again and nothing happened to any of them. He got to the 3rd floor where two doors stood, almost begging him to open them. He tried the key on the door on his left and happily, the door opened.

It really was a bedroom. There were two beds on his left and a desk next to some shelves on his right. He walked to the beds and sat on one of them, thinking. Where could Takeshi have gone? Did he find Takuro or Mika? Were they all safe? An unusual color under the bed in front of him pulled him out of his thoughts. He pushed the bed against the wall and realized there was a hole under the bed. Since it looked like a safe land, Hiroshi jumped in. Happily, he landed perfectly on the white floor of the new room he was in. There was a piano right in the middle of the room with two book shelves in the corner of the room but not more. The room looked unnaturally empty, like if it was hiding something. Hiroshi headed to the piano and looked on the keyboard. There was some blood on three of the keys. He crossed his arms. Maybe there was something important on them. He passed his finger on the blood. It wasn't completely dried up but it wasn't fresh either. If he could find soap or some water, he could clean up the piano and see what was under it. What was he losing doing that anyway? It was the only thing he could do for now so why not do it? The teen headed for the door and unlocked it from the inside before heading out, ready to search for something to clean that piano.

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