Well kiddos, I'm sad to say that I was disappointed in Paranormal Activity 4. I thought it would be much better than the trailer, but after seeing the movie I realized I was wrong. True, the movie had its few good jump-scares, but nothing that really frightened me down to the core, you know? Leave me a PM or a review on how you felt about the movie. I'd like to know if whether or not I'm the only one who thinks this way.

By the way, have I ever told you guys how awesome you are? I love you all dearly.

PS: A special thanks to CygnesMaudits. :)

Chapter 14: Omina II

Kathryn needed to find a release for all of this tension that was developing within her. Her every move felt sluggish and heavy. Her muscles ached from her constant nights of disturbed sleep. Several things had woken her up during the night, if by chance she had ever found the means to rest. Noises from her door as it creaked open slightly from the old wood. Muffled footsteps padding against the floorboards inside and outside of her bedroom. The occasional thud from the attic or incomprehensible whisper in her ear. Words she could barely hear, much less understand the foreign language.

She knew what this was called. Dr. Rutherford explained it just the other morning on his second call to her household that week. What the demon was doing was called 'progressive entrapment', which slowly through time would push the brunette into a state of either false sense of safety or a state of complete hysterics, in which she would eventually loose her total grasp on reality and sanity.

None of these approaches sounded appealing. God.. She just wanted this monster to go away. She wondered to herself as her blank eyes gazed out the window, watching as the red and orange leaves descended to the ground, if she would be forever locked in this nightmare. No.. The demon wouldn't have that much patience, would he?

She also noticed in the passing days, that Adramelech doesn't particularly like to present himself while others are around her; usually coming out when she is emerged in solitude and the confinements of her thoughts.

Kathryn considered the thought of going to her doctor's office for prescription sleeping tablets. The over the counter pills she had been administrating to herself haven't worked in the slightest. They had only given her mild thoughts of suicide as a side-effect. She didn't want to resort to such wild measures, but what else could be done? The ivory skinned young woman felt alone in her struggle.. Helplessly alone…

She tried to make herself less exposed to terror by keeping her frightened thoughts out of mind, as they were a way for Adramelech to pry into her and lure the teenager into what he wanted her to become, but it was becoming difficult. The other night, she had sworn she had heard low, menacing laughter from several voices emanating from the hallway to the bedrooms and couldn't help but think that somehow these voices were laughing at her. At her pain.

Her hands were folded in her lap as she idly picked at her nails. She looked unhealthy, and felt unhealthy too. Martin had called several minutes ago and demanded that she took some time away from the house, but she was reluctant to. She just didn't want either herself or Martin to get hurt, perchance he decided to come in for a bit. Kathryn had noticed Adramelech had become slightly more irritable lately. Perhaps his patience was finally wearing thin? Or maybe he just simply wanted to see her dead as soon as possible?

A knock on the door broke her out of her reverie. Gradually, she stood from the chair and made her way down the hallway, coming down the steps to the front foyer to answer the door. Hesitantly, she slowly inched the door open before peaking her head out slightly to see whom it was. Thankfully, it was Marty.

"Jesus Christ…" He breathed, concern written across his features, "you look horrible."

Blinking languidly, she responded to him as she creaked the front door open further, staring down at her socked feet. She felt cold constantly now. Long shirts, sweatpants, the works; she was always ice cold to the touch, "I don't mean to be.."

"I know you don't.." Martin replied back tenderly as he then invited himself in. At this, Kathryn felt a numbing worry ebb into her heart. Anything could go wrong, or was it possible that she was just over-reacting? She prayed that was all it was.

He glanced at her attire with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you've at least changed out of your other clothes for our little outing. It's good to see you in some jeans for once."

Kathryn could only nod back; her throat felt so dry,

The teen grasped onto the door handle, gesturing outside with his thumb, "Shall we go?"

After a moment or so, she felt herself comply and step forwards to follow him into the outside world. The air was crisp, and she could smell in the breeze that Fall was present in the atmosphere.

Martin smiled gradually as he watched her take in a long breath of fresh air. It was good to see her relaxed, even just slightly.

"You know," He began, cheerfully as he began to make his way down the driveway, "there's a great little café just down th-"

No sooner the words left his lips, a flagrant, deafening and unearthly snarl bellowed and shook throughout the entire house, quivering the home down to the foundations of its core. Instantly, both persons stood frozen by the sound and not a second later, Kathryn was roughly thrown backwards into the house, the front door slamming in front of her. She barely had time to catch a breath and calculate what had happened before she was abruptly taken by the ankle and dragged across the wood floor, her nails scratching along the glossy wood panels as she could barely make a scream out; attempting to grab onto anything that could save her. The hazel-eyed teen managed to swivel her head in time to see exactly where she was being led. Her heart caught into her throat, though she felt sick to her stomach at the sight.

The basement staircase.

"No!" She began to scream and pray for her life, "NO! Please, God! Help me! Help me!" Kathryn begged for salvation from this wretched entity, which currently had an unbearably rough grasp on her quickly reddening ankle; the skin, muscle and bone becoming painfully swollen.

Just faintly, she could hear the yells of Martin from behind the front door, pounding his fists against the sturdy wood blocking his way from reaching her. A tear drop escaped from her eye as her throat swelled; this was probably the last time she would hear his voice…

She felt her body colliding down against every step as Adramelech dragged her to her demise; an invisible force slamming the basement door once she was securely pulled down the stairs and onto the flat level of the cold cement floor. The brunette was still being dragged, even after the last glimmer of light from the basement door into the foyer had been shut away, leaving her in nothing but darkness. She wanted to scream, to beg and holler, but she couldn't muster the ability to vocalize her horror. She could only cry helplessly as her body wracked with sobs.

Finally her leg was released and she was no longer being hauled across the basement floor. It was pitch-black in the lowest level of the house, and even colder than upstairs. She curled up into a ball, shuddering as her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

She felt a weight nearby, not even laying a hand on her, but she could sense it there. Kathryn could then feel the lightest touch from the pad of an icy fingertip against her cheek, inching down her face to her jaw, then her neck. Her breathing became ragged and laboured at the sensation; biting her lip as it trembled in fright.

The brunette felt a sudden weight on top of her, a warm breath lurking over her exposed neck. Her whole body stiffened when a hand trailed over her stomach, then finally nestled on her very lower back, moulding their lower bodies together. Her eyes widened as her mouth dried up in shock. The muscles in Kathryn's body clenched as she felt several inhalations against her neck before a heated lick was guided up her throat, teasing at her jugular vein. She ached to move away from Adramelech's hold, but was terrified of the consequences perchance he fell into a rage at her attempt to escape him.

A deep, inhumane growl vibrated from the unseen apparition above her as she could feel his face being rubbed against her cheek, multiple small licks being placed there. She glanced up from her helpless place on the cement floor to see piercing yellow eyes glowing in the obscurity of the basement, observing her every reaction to his advancements.

Incredibly sharp teeth nibbled against her shoulder, causing her to wince and a quiet whimper to escape from her lips. A cold hand threaded itself into her silky chestnut brown hair, resting against her scalp while his other hand continued to remain on the small of her back.

Immediately after, a brief lick from his warm tongue slithered across her petal shaped lips. She bit the inside of her cheek as more were gradually placed against her lips, tempting her into succumbing to him.

She needed help desperately, and judging by the sudden turn of events, she would need it as soon as possible.

WOAH. Things are getting hot now kiddies, so if you can't take the heat, then get out of the kitchen! ;) (I think you can all take it.) Tell me what you think are Adramelech's intentions in putting her in the basement? What do you think will happen?