Chapter Five: Don't Cry, Jennifer
Recovering from the shock of almost being killed, or at least seriously wounded in the middle of nowhere, Jennifer continued towards the only unlocked door on the bottom floor of the foyer. Opening the door, she once again entered the dark room where the nightmare began with that single scream. Remembering that she heard the a door slam from about this direction, she knew that she would find no one in the room she nicknamed "The Rock Room". With only one other option left, she walked nervously past the window, but not before trying to look outside it.
A darkened courtyard lay outside of the window. Jennifer could make out a large swimming pool, filled with water, and a wooden pool house with a light coming from inside it. She saw there was a door leading to it, but it was on the other side of the courtyard, so she'd have to do a bit of walking to get there first. "Well, better find that door then. See what else this house has to offer."
Continuing her walk past the window, she reached a door, and opened it into a long hallway. Four door were in front of her. Three along the side of the hallway, and one directly across from her, a fairly big distance for a house. She walked towards the first door, and entered it without hesitation.
"It's so dark in here... I wonder where a light switch is?" Jennifer pondered aloud. She groped about the wall beside the door and found what she was looking for. With a switch, she looked over her surroundings. A living room, complete with a chest of drawers, and old television set, an unlit fireplace, and some chair and a coffee table, similar to the ones in the foyer. As well, on the other side of the fireplace from the television was another door. But what grabbed her attention the most was the painting above the television. A grotesque piece, grey, two distorted faces in a silent scream. The more she looked at it, the more she was absorbed by it. And then something started pouring out of it. "Oh my..." Jennifer gasped. Blood started pouring out of the painting's eyes, leaking onto the wall, dripping down behind the television. And she still couldn't look away.
Jennifer began to feel a bit dizzy, and she took a step forward, looking down at the floor in the process, breaking the spell the painting had on her. When she looked back up, the painting was as it was when she entered the room, no blood, but still as hideous as it was before. She broke her glance for a second time, her attention focused on a box on the chest of drawers beside the television. "Wouldn't hurt to look inside," she supposed. Grabbing the box, she found inside of it an ornate key. Deciding to pocket it, she walked back towards the entrance of the room. A loud buzzing came from behind her. Choking back a scream, she realized the tv had turned on somehow, and wasn't getting the best of reception. "I have to get out of here... Where does that other door lead to..." She ran towards it, away from the screaming static of the television.
"I'll get you!" Jennifer gasped at the loud caw. She looked to her left, a parrot in a cage. And not the nicest looking one at that.
"This must be the Master Bedroom," she thought aloud again. Two beds, one with a cover, one without, and a dresser with a large mirror. She walked towards the mirror, and noticed a perfume bottle beside it. "That's odd... No one mentioned a Mrs. Barrows..." She picked it up, "It smells like Ms. Mary's perfume," she exclaimed to no one. She looked in the mirror, just before she was about to put down the perfume, and saw an odd shine. Her reflection seemed to be smiling... Evilly. Jennifer backed away from the mirror, and her reflection changed to her own scared look. She ran behind her, finding a door, and ran out to the parrot's cawing.
Stopping to gasp for air, Jennifer realized she was back in the main hallway. She just came out the middle door. And she still had the bottle of perfume in her hand. "Well, I already stole a key... Only one door left..." She resigned herself to that, pocketing the bottle, and headed towards it. As she drew closer, she saw steam coming out from under it. Feeling the handle, she was surprised at the heat of it. Jennifer turned the handle, and more steam poured over her. Coughing, she draw back to get some air. After a few seconds, she entered what she found to be the bathroom. It was an oddly set up bathroom, another door in front of her, with more steam billowing out from behind it, and in the little room she was in, there was a tap, with a steam covered mirror above it. Curiosity got the better of Jennifer, and she opened the second door, having to step out of the room again, overcome with a rush of moist heat.
The steam dissipated from the second room. A toilet and a bathtub, with the curtain draw lay inside. Water was leaking from the tub. "Ouch..." Jennifer could feel the burning water through her shoes. If anyone was in the shower, they'd be well done. "Or maybe something happened to them!" She became worried immediately, and threw back the shower curtain, only to see something she'd never forget.
Laura was there, still in her clothing. Her hands were bound together with thick rope, and she was hanging by them from the shower head. The burning water was pouring on her. Her skin was bright red, and peeling in several locations. Laura made no movement, just hanging there under the intense heat.
"Laura... LAURA!!!" Jennifer yelled, sobbing. "Why? Who?" She was hysterical. And then from the water, a figure came. It was a blur. All Jennifer could make out was a hunchback, or maybe a kid, with a grey suit and a hideous mask. "How could anyone survive in that water," was her first thought. Her second thought pertained to the three foot long garden shears he was carrying. Jennifer backed away, and saw the water glint off the blades. And the, thing, approached her, testing the scissors, opening and closing them, coming for her slowly.
Recovering from the shock of almost being killed, or at least seriously wounded in the middle of nowhere, Jennifer continued towards the only unlocked door on the bottom floor of the foyer. Opening the door, she once again entered the dark room where the nightmare began with that single scream. Remembering that she heard the a door slam from about this direction, she knew that she would find no one in the room she nicknamed "The Rock Room". With only one other option left, she walked nervously past the window, but not before trying to look outside it.
A darkened courtyard lay outside of the window. Jennifer could make out a large swimming pool, filled with water, and a wooden pool house with a light coming from inside it. She saw there was a door leading to it, but it was on the other side of the courtyard, so she'd have to do a bit of walking to get there first. "Well, better find that door then. See what else this house has to offer."
Continuing her walk past the window, she reached a door, and opened it into a long hallway. Four door were in front of her. Three along the side of the hallway, and one directly across from her, a fairly big distance for a house. She walked towards the first door, and entered it without hesitation.
"It's so dark in here... I wonder where a light switch is?" Jennifer pondered aloud. She groped about the wall beside the door and found what she was looking for. With a switch, she looked over her surroundings. A living room, complete with a chest of drawers, and old television set, an unlit fireplace, and some chair and a coffee table, similar to the ones in the foyer. As well, on the other side of the fireplace from the television was another door. But what grabbed her attention the most was the painting above the television. A grotesque piece, grey, two distorted faces in a silent scream. The more she looked at it, the more she was absorbed by it. And then something started pouring out of it. "Oh my..." Jennifer gasped. Blood started pouring out of the painting's eyes, leaking onto the wall, dripping down behind the television. And she still couldn't look away.
Jennifer began to feel a bit dizzy, and she took a step forward, looking down at the floor in the process, breaking the spell the painting had on her. When she looked back up, the painting was as it was when she entered the room, no blood, but still as hideous as it was before. She broke her glance for a second time, her attention focused on a box on the chest of drawers beside the television. "Wouldn't hurt to look inside," she supposed. Grabbing the box, she found inside of it an ornate key. Deciding to pocket it, she walked back towards the entrance of the room. A loud buzzing came from behind her. Choking back a scream, she realized the tv had turned on somehow, and wasn't getting the best of reception. "I have to get out of here... Where does that other door lead to..." She ran towards it, away from the screaming static of the television.
"I'll get you!" Jennifer gasped at the loud caw. She looked to her left, a parrot in a cage. And not the nicest looking one at that.
"This must be the Master Bedroom," she thought aloud again. Two beds, one with a cover, one without, and a dresser with a large mirror. She walked towards the mirror, and noticed a perfume bottle beside it. "That's odd... No one mentioned a Mrs. Barrows..." She picked it up, "It smells like Ms. Mary's perfume," she exclaimed to no one. She looked in the mirror, just before she was about to put down the perfume, and saw an odd shine. Her reflection seemed to be smiling... Evilly. Jennifer backed away from the mirror, and her reflection changed to her own scared look. She ran behind her, finding a door, and ran out to the parrot's cawing.
Stopping to gasp for air, Jennifer realized she was back in the main hallway. She just came out the middle door. And she still had the bottle of perfume in her hand. "Well, I already stole a key... Only one door left..." She resigned herself to that, pocketing the bottle, and headed towards it. As she drew closer, she saw steam coming out from under it. Feeling the handle, she was surprised at the heat of it. Jennifer turned the handle, and more steam poured over her. Coughing, she draw back to get some air. After a few seconds, she entered what she found to be the bathroom. It was an oddly set up bathroom, another door in front of her, with more steam billowing out from behind it, and in the little room she was in, there was a tap, with a steam covered mirror above it. Curiosity got the better of Jennifer, and she opened the second door, having to step out of the room again, overcome with a rush of moist heat.
The steam dissipated from the second room. A toilet and a bathtub, with the curtain draw lay inside. Water was leaking from the tub. "Ouch..." Jennifer could feel the burning water through her shoes. If anyone was in the shower, they'd be well done. "Or maybe something happened to them!" She became worried immediately, and threw back the shower curtain, only to see something she'd never forget.
Laura was there, still in her clothing. Her hands were bound together with thick rope, and she was hanging by them from the shower head. The burning water was pouring on her. Her skin was bright red, and peeling in several locations. Laura made no movement, just hanging there under the intense heat.
"Laura... LAURA!!!" Jennifer yelled, sobbing. "Why? Who?" She was hysterical. And then from the water, a figure came. It was a blur. All Jennifer could make out was a hunchback, or maybe a kid, with a grey suit and a hideous mask. "How could anyone survive in that water," was her first thought. Her second thought pertained to the three foot long garden shears he was carrying. Jennifer backed away, and saw the water glint off the blades. And the, thing, approached her, testing the scissors, opening and closing them, coming for her slowly.