Friday the Thirteenth part
2
Something isn't
right.…
By:
Chrissy Granger
Disclaimer: I do not…oh you
know!!
After
walking for a while, I came to three doors. I decided to go into the left one
and came upon a kitchen. Nobody had cooked in there in years judging by the
cobwebs on the pots and pans.
I opened the door right
across from the door I came in the room from and found myself in the pantry. It
was filled with food! Jams, breads, turkeys, pickles…everything you could ever
dream of was practically in there! Brock would like that.
I went to the next door in
the room. It led to a hallway. With the little light I had, I managed to make
out some torches on the wall. I had the torches with me and lit three torches. I
took one….as I picked it up a cold, sudden wind blew and the kitchen door swung
shut. I jumped and went to the door. I pulled on the handle. The door
was….
"locked," I said with a
sigh.
I continued to walk down the hallway.
Every so often I'd call out Ash's name to see if he was nearby. About 10 minutes
later I heard a scream from up ahead. Startled I ran down the hallway towards
the noise and found Ash sitting on the ground rubbing his nose.
"Ash, are you okay?" I asked
concerned.
"Yeah," He answered with a
groan.
"What happened?" I
asked.
"I'm not sure," he said. He
hesitated and continued. "I think I ran into something."
Confused I walked forward
with my hand out in front of me. Sure enough after about three steps, I felt
something blocking the way.
"What is it?" I asked. Ash
shrugged and stood up. He walked forward again and managed to make it farther
before running into something else. At this point they couldn't get any farther.
"Why don't we head back?" I
said with a yawn. Ash reluctantly agreed and started to walk down the hallway
ahead of me.
It was unusually quiet on
the way until we tried to open up the door I had come from. It was still locked.
Another gust of wind blew, only this one was colder and stronger.
"Prri," squealed Togepi. He
was almost blown out of my arms.
"Something's not right,"
suggested Ash. Another gust of wind blew and the torches went out. As this
happened the door slowly unlocked and opened. A chill went up my spine as I
walked into the kitchen. On the counter I noticed a butcher knife. I screamed…
It was covered with blood.
"What's wrong," Ash asked.
Shaking I pointed to the counter top.
"What?" said Ash confused.
The knife was gone!
Author's note: How's that? I
still can't figure out how to explain the knife thing but I'll come up with
something! Please review!