Chapter 3
Inn Hell
Bad pun, shoot me now. I couldn't resist...
Ann smiled as she stirred some soda with a straw with an absent mind. She didn't seem upset at all about the death of Anna. She sighed happily as she remembered Cliff. He had moved away, and she had been sad for that, but she loved just thinking about him. She had even stored some money away in hopes of sending it to him to get him to move back. Then she could see him again. She stopped herself. She was getting a little too girly for her own tastes right about now, "Dad? You think it's a hurricane? Kinda late in the year, don't you think?" She looked back. Where was her father? He was just there, "Dad? Hellooo? Dad? What are you doing? He must be making drinks. Too bad it's too rainy for customers. No one will drink tonight." She stood and walked to the kitchen door, "Dad! Stop making drinks! It's too stormy outside!" She tried to open the door, but it was locked, "Dad? Dad? Open up!"
A beastly looking person peered at the door. He had no weapon but his hands, but he apparently didn't need one. He looked down at Doug's body with a sharp glare. He was mangled, not with blade or any cuts, but with bruises pounded into his skin. His body was red and black with lumps, and small red scapes pointed out where the creature-like man's knuckles had dug into skin. He looked at the door, and a toothy grin spread ear to ear as Ann's voice called out.
Ann threw herself into the door with great force, "Open up! Let me in, Dad!" She growled as she stuck it and fell to the floor. Slowly, the doorknob twisted as the door began to creak. Ann pouted and put her hands on her hips, prepared to question why her father had locked her out.
Harris walked in and smiled at Ann, "Hey, Ann! Where's your father?" He stopped as he noticed her stern expression. He quieted and waited for her answer. And he atleast got one. A stunned gasp of stunned horror as her father's body was tossed on her, knocking her over and staring at her with empty eyes that lacked any color. She couldn't speak at all, and merely breathed heavily as she tried to escape the heavy corpse. Harris ran to her aid and pushed Doug off as the door began to open again. Ann became lamost limp in Harris' arms as he hauled her towards the door. Before he could reach it, though, the beastly criminal flew in front of the door and thrust out hands toward Harris. The policeman ducked and punched the creature in the face, running upstairs with Ann in tow.
The beast growled, "Don't take her away!" He whined like a child, "I'm not done having fun yet!" He croaked, but smiled as he heard them both scream upstairs.
Ann fell to the ground as Harris did in shock. Gray gurgled helplessly as he hung from the ceiling by a noose. His body was bloody and maimed, his feet in particular. He was still alive, but barely, as he begged silently to Harris to help him as he clung to the noose, trying to keep from choking. All he had to stand on was a small corner of endtable, and it was stained and slippery from the blood.
The beast crawled like a wounded animal up the stairs and spotted the three. Harris looked fearfully at the monsterous man and hid Ann behind him but not from a fate that they would share.
