The door creaked as it opened. Brought back memories of the old Spenser
mansion. Shrugging the thoughts off I put a chair up against the door.
"Why do that?" asked Steve.
"I dunno about you but I sure as hell don't want to be trapped down there."
"True. Lets go"
Turning we faced the open door. It was really dark. From down the basement stairs I could hear a loud plop, like a leaking pipe but there is no water below or pipes...
"Um... Steve, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, sounds like dripping blood"
"Thanks Steve. I just convinced myself it was a leaking pipe we didn't know about until you decided to say that."
"Erm... sorry. What's that smell?" Steve asked, as I could smell an odor. Smells like something that has been dead had been shut in here. I knew it all to well from Raccoon City. It can't be. Can it? As we went down the stairs slowly I shivered as the cold hit. It got colder and colder the further we went. We could hear the plopping sound again.
"Have you seen Alien? and the part where the creature is hiding in the shadows and all that can be heard is the dripping of its slimy saliva."
My determination was slipping away. Maybe Chris was right... Maybe there is something in here.
Alien was just a movie Steve! Its just a leaky pipe or something." I said and urged him further down. I felt like I was going to collapse and I couldn't get the thought of something grabbing my feet and sinking its claws into my ankles through the gaps in the stairs out of my head. Not being able to take anymore I aimed the flashlight towards the gaps on the stairs just to make sure nothing was there. We were more than halfway down the stairs. I looked down ahead of us. Still to dark to see any further. Anything could be watching us from down there.
"Screeee!"
Something hurtled up out of the darkness. A blur flew at us flapping and screaming. Steve screamed as it flew to his face. He fell giving the rope a sharp tug. I struggled to keep my balance so I grabbed the railing but wasn't strong enough and broke sending Steve and me down the rest of the stairs. We hit the bottom with a thud. We were tangled in the ropes.
"Son of a bitch! After this, im never looking at a crow again." Said Steve wiping away some blood from a nick the crow gave him. Did this place belong to Umbrella?
"You ok?"
"I'll be fine. Um... you wanna continue?"
"We have came this far, might as well." I said as I stood to my feet. I reached my hand out to help Steve up. He took it and I hauled him up.
"I think it flew upstairs." Steve said.
"No shit. And here's me thinking it was on my head."
"Don't be stupid Jilly. If was on your head I wouldn't be standing here right now."
"I was being sarcastic Steve."
"Oh..."
"Lets go" looking around there was a lot of junk. Boxes and loads of other stuff. Very easy to hide dead bodies. Over in the corner we spotted a chest. I nudged Steve and nodded my head towards it. He began to walk over to it and I followed. Reaching out Steve opened the chest.
"Why do that?" asked Steve.
"I dunno about you but I sure as hell don't want to be trapped down there."
"True. Lets go"
Turning we faced the open door. It was really dark. From down the basement stairs I could hear a loud plop, like a leaking pipe but there is no water below or pipes...
"Um... Steve, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, sounds like dripping blood"
"Thanks Steve. I just convinced myself it was a leaking pipe we didn't know about until you decided to say that."
"Erm... sorry. What's that smell?" Steve asked, as I could smell an odor. Smells like something that has been dead had been shut in here. I knew it all to well from Raccoon City. It can't be. Can it? As we went down the stairs slowly I shivered as the cold hit. It got colder and colder the further we went. We could hear the plopping sound again.
"Have you seen Alien? and the part where the creature is hiding in the shadows and all that can be heard is the dripping of its slimy saliva."
My determination was slipping away. Maybe Chris was right... Maybe there is something in here.
Alien was just a movie Steve! Its just a leaky pipe or something." I said and urged him further down. I felt like I was going to collapse and I couldn't get the thought of something grabbing my feet and sinking its claws into my ankles through the gaps in the stairs out of my head. Not being able to take anymore I aimed the flashlight towards the gaps on the stairs just to make sure nothing was there. We were more than halfway down the stairs. I looked down ahead of us. Still to dark to see any further. Anything could be watching us from down there.
"Screeee!"
Something hurtled up out of the darkness. A blur flew at us flapping and screaming. Steve screamed as it flew to his face. He fell giving the rope a sharp tug. I struggled to keep my balance so I grabbed the railing but wasn't strong enough and broke sending Steve and me down the rest of the stairs. We hit the bottom with a thud. We were tangled in the ropes.
"Son of a bitch! After this, im never looking at a crow again." Said Steve wiping away some blood from a nick the crow gave him. Did this place belong to Umbrella?
"You ok?"
"I'll be fine. Um... you wanna continue?"
"We have came this far, might as well." I said as I stood to my feet. I reached my hand out to help Steve up. He took it and I hauled him up.
"I think it flew upstairs." Steve said.
"No shit. And here's me thinking it was on my head."
"Don't be stupid Jilly. If was on your head I wouldn't be standing here right now."
"I was being sarcastic Steve."
"Oh..."
"Lets go" looking around there was a lot of junk. Boxes and loads of other stuff. Very easy to hide dead bodies. Over in the corner we spotted a chest. I nudged Steve and nodded my head towards it. He began to walk over to it and I followed. Reaching out Steve opened the chest.