The watrer continued to seep into the room, filling it higher and
higher. Emma found herself at the top of the the small room, trying to
escape the cool water that wanted to kill her to take her down to the
bottom of the water filled room. Emma was unsure how much longer she could
stay afloat. She could feel the weakness growing in her limps, as she
treaded the cold water. Above her she could hear the soft tapping off
footsteps against the old rotten boards. Emma looked up from the rotten
floor boards to see two figures, one old and withered man who could no
longer walk without the help of a steel cane and a tall man he walked with
a stride that she could almost recognize.
She could feel the water begin to pull her thin figure down to the bottom of the room. She did the only thing that she could think of and that she had learned while in swimming lessons as a child. Slowly she took a deep breath of air and went under the water's surface, taking off the her shoes that Shalimar had allowed her to borrow that day, and her heavy pants,. and her jacket. When she came back up to the top of the water, all she was wearing was a thin white tank top and her bikini underwear. "Help!" she tried to call but the water quickly entered her mouth, not allowing the word to really even emerge.
Brennan watched the elderly man walk, taking an old key from his pocket and in his shakey hand, giving it to Brennan. "This will lead you into the basement, in case your friend managed to lock herself in there, that sometimes happens." he seemed to chuckle a bit. Brennan smiled at the man. Brennan took the key and unlatched the old door, darkness flooded the room as he headed down the steps, Old Jacob snapped on a tiny flash light, allowing the room to have some light. Brennan could feel the water, not that much hit his feet, Old Jacob looked at the water and sighed. "This old farm does not take to good, as it used to be, and with the storm I guess the old girl is taking in water." Old Jacob said, placing his hand against the brick walls. Brennan sighed as they looked around the rest of the underground basement unable to find anyone.
Emma looked at the rotting floor boards unable to see or hear anyone, the water was barely up to her nose as her hand went through a notch of the old rotting floor board. Taking out piece by piece of the rot, trying to get air or at least try to free herself from the water that was intending to be her grave. She could barely keep her hands moving at the pace at what they were, as she continued to tear through the floor boards. She could gathered some of her mental energy, and aimed it at another section of the ceiling above her, taking a large chunk down. She could hear the voices slowly re-emerging from where they had disappeared. She looked at the water and pulled her delicate weak body out of the watery room, slicing her hands on the floor boards.
"Emma!" Brennan yelled, running over to her, taking off his long leather coat and wrapping it around her wet body. 'Are you alright." Emma nodded her head, before passing out into the darkness.
Emma could feel the heat hitting her body, and the four figures standing around her, Jesse held her hand, not wanting to let the woman go, not wanting to think of what would have and could have happened to her, if she had not freed herself and what would have happened if Jacob and Brennan had not been out there. Slowly Emma, smiled and got up, wrapping the warm blanket around her, and going up to bed. She would not share her story but all she said was that it was one of the most scariest things that had ever happened to her.
THE END
She could feel the water begin to pull her thin figure down to the bottom of the room. She did the only thing that she could think of and that she had learned while in swimming lessons as a child. Slowly she took a deep breath of air and went under the water's surface, taking off the her shoes that Shalimar had allowed her to borrow that day, and her heavy pants,. and her jacket. When she came back up to the top of the water, all she was wearing was a thin white tank top and her bikini underwear. "Help!" she tried to call but the water quickly entered her mouth, not allowing the word to really even emerge.
Brennan watched the elderly man walk, taking an old key from his pocket and in his shakey hand, giving it to Brennan. "This will lead you into the basement, in case your friend managed to lock herself in there, that sometimes happens." he seemed to chuckle a bit. Brennan smiled at the man. Brennan took the key and unlatched the old door, darkness flooded the room as he headed down the steps, Old Jacob snapped on a tiny flash light, allowing the room to have some light. Brennan could feel the water, not that much hit his feet, Old Jacob looked at the water and sighed. "This old farm does not take to good, as it used to be, and with the storm I guess the old girl is taking in water." Old Jacob said, placing his hand against the brick walls. Brennan sighed as they looked around the rest of the underground basement unable to find anyone.
Emma looked at the rotting floor boards unable to see or hear anyone, the water was barely up to her nose as her hand went through a notch of the old rotting floor board. Taking out piece by piece of the rot, trying to get air or at least try to free herself from the water that was intending to be her grave. She could barely keep her hands moving at the pace at what they were, as she continued to tear through the floor boards. She could gathered some of her mental energy, and aimed it at another section of the ceiling above her, taking a large chunk down. She could hear the voices slowly re-emerging from where they had disappeared. She looked at the water and pulled her delicate weak body out of the watery room, slicing her hands on the floor boards.
"Emma!" Brennan yelled, running over to her, taking off his long leather coat and wrapping it around her wet body. 'Are you alright." Emma nodded her head, before passing out into the darkness.
Emma could feel the heat hitting her body, and the four figures standing around her, Jesse held her hand, not wanting to let the woman go, not wanting to think of what would have and could have happened to her, if she had not freed herself and what would have happened if Jacob and Brennan had not been out there. Slowly Emma, smiled and got up, wrapping the warm blanket around her, and going up to bed. She would not share her story but all she said was that it was one of the most scariest things that had ever happened to her.
THE END