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Far From Home P7

A few hours had gone by since the cauterizing ordeal.

Jon had begun to stir on the couch as muffled moans passed his lips.

He grunted in pain as he tried to sit up.

Colby could see that he'd woken up and rushed to his side.

"Hey man, it's ok" he said quietly.

"Try not to move around too much" he added, laying a hand on his friend's chest to still his movements.

Jon briefly looked around the room confused.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You were bleeding out. We had to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding" Colby explained.

He told his friend how Randy had come up with the idea and Jon glanced over to the man and saw the vacant expression on his face.

"Randy?" he called weakly, his throat sore from the screaming.

Randy flinched when heard his name being called.

He looked over to Jon, red rimmed blue eyes meeting another set of red rimmed blue eyes.

He stood up and walked over to him, crouching down, he looked at his friend.

"Hey man. How you feeling?" Randy asked.

"Sore" Jon told him.

Randy nodded in understanding.

"Thank you...for what you did" Jon told him honestly.

Randy again gave a small nod.

"I'm sorry I had to be the one to do it; I'm sorry I had to hurt you like that" he smiled sadly at him.

He patted Jon on the leg before going and sitting back down.

Joe walked over shortly after and asked how his friend was feeling.

"I could do with a stiff drink" Jon said honestly.

"I think we all could" Paul told him from where he sat.

"Was there anyone upstairs?" the injured man asked.

Joe shook his head.

"No, we went and looked but there wasn't anyone up there" he told him.

"So where were the footsteps coming from?" the Ohioan asked confused.

"We don't know" Joe told him.

They all sat in silence not knowing what to say to one another.

They were all too alarmed at their current situation to sleep but at the same time too exhausted to stay awake.

Mike ended up breaking the silence, or more so, his stomach did.

It rumbled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

He placed a hand on his stomach and groaned.

"I'm so hungry" he mumbled.

"We all are" Heyman told him.

It went quiet in the room again.

The storm had gotten worse, and the men could hear the thunder rumbling loudly outside as the lightening made the dark sky glow eerily.

Brock faintly heard a noise in the distance.

He stood up and walked over to the library door, pressing his ear to it.

"What's up? You hear something?" Windham asked him.

"Screaming...I can hear screaming" Brock told him.

All of the men listened intently and after a while, they could all hear it too.

A man's muffled shouts and screams echoed through the house.

"What the hell is that?" Mike asked worriedly as he shot up from his seated position to go and stand with Nick.

Paul walked over to where Brock and Windham stood.

"This is getting ridiculous. There was no one up there, so what the hell, or who the hell is making that noise?" he asked confused.

"Sounds like a person" Brock told him honestly.

"There was no one up there" Paul repeated, exasperated.

"Maybe you should take another look. That screams gotta be coming from somewhere" Randy said from where he sat.

Paul sighed irritably.

"Alright! Brock, myself and Joe will go and have another look around" he said aloud.

The three men left the library and made their way up the creaking stairs.

They abruptly stopped half way when another shrill scream echoed through the house.

"That's coming from downstairs" Joe said alarmed.

The three of them turned around and ran down the stairs and toward the lobby.

They listened as the screaming continued.

"It's coming from the pantry" Brock said.

They cautiously made their way to the pantry door.

Brock moved forward and pushed the door open slowly as he made his way inside, the other two men close behind.

"What the fuck?" Brock said aloud as he got inside the room.

"What the hell?" Joe said as he looked inside.

In the middle of the room, on the wooden counter top, fresh blood slowly dripped onto the dirty floor.

But there was no body.

"What the actual fuck?" Paul said terrified.

"Something weird is going on here" Joe confirmed.

They all jumped when a loud bang came from upstairs.

They looked at each other before running in the direction of the stairs.

Once they were on the first floor, they slowly began making their way down the hallway.

They could hear footsteps but couldn't place where they were coming from.

The footsteps got louder, and somehow, they sounded closer to them, but they couldn't see anyone or anything.

Suddenly, Joe's legs were pulled out from under him, and he landed on his front with a thud, dust billowing into the air where he landed.

Brock and Paul looked down at him as they scrambled to help him back up, but before they could, something that they could not see began dragging the Samoan down the hallway quickly.

Both men ran to try and help him, but they couldn't reach him in time as he was dragged into a room, the door slamming shut behind him.

All they heard were Joe's screams of terror.

Brock and Paul ran to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

They were overwhelmed by Joe's screaming from inside the room.

Brock moved Paul out of the way and kicked the door with all his might until finally, it opened.

They both ran inside but stopped dead in their tracks at what they saw.

Joe was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by…people.

A group of eerily deceased looking beings were reaching out, whispering to him while he was stuck in the middle of them all, desperately trying to get free, but they were huddled together so tightly, he had no room to move.

The panic he felt was so extreme, he felt as though he were suffocating.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Brock yelled aloud as he saw what was happening in front of him.

All of the hands ceased in their reaching for Joe, and the whispering voices silenced.

Slowly, the group began to turn and look at Paul and Brock.

Both men began to slowly back out of the room.

It was at that moment that the group of people who had been surrounding Joe, let out high pitched, shrill screams that had all three men holding their ears from the piercing noise.

It went on for at least ten seconds, and then just like that, it stopped.

Paul and Brock lowered their hands and quickly looked around the room.

There was no one there, except for Joe who panted heavily from his place on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Paul asked worriedly as he walked over to the man and helped him stand.

"I'm fine" Joe told him, his voice quivering with fear.

"What were they doing to you?" Paul questioned.

"I...I don't know. They were reaching out to me and mumbling something, but…I couldn't make out what they were saying" Joe told him.

"We better go back down to the others. We need to leave this house. I'm not risking staying here one more second" Paul told them as he ushered Joe and Brock out of the room and down the stairs.

What none of the men could see as they fled from the room, was the set of pale, lifeless eyes watching them, a wicked sneer on its owner's face.

To be continued…


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