Billy's Story
Chapter 5
Dark Lies
The gravel was crunching between their feet as they walked from the now crisp train. There was still embers flaring up now and then but the surroundings was still. Billy stated; "Well we should get moving before the light from the train dies out" "Yes I agree" The body of Mai was still soft and was now rapidly decaying. The musty smell in the air was filling their lungs with impudence. The room was obviously a stone corridor of some sort; there were flies and maggots on the floor, the leeches were crying from hatching eggs in the distance. "We have to go now!" We ran for what would seem for hours, though I could predict it was only a few short minutes. Not long after we came to a sewage drain that seemed to have been out of use for decades. After following the sewage passage for about 13 feet we came to a latter that seemed to travel up, but up to where?
The latter was the connection to the main house. We had crashed into a giant mansion the likes of which I have never seen before. There was the great front doors which banged with growling almost as if there were those dogs behind them. Then there was the staircase that went up two floors, on the first was just an odd painting likely of the owner in his old age; then continued to the top floor where there was several rooms each of which was locked except for one in the later most doors on the left. The others had strange locks; one in particular had iron rods depicting the rising sun on it. There were side doors in the main hall one of which was locked, while the other was open a crack. We choose to investigate the upper floors first. The uppermost door that was unlocked reviled a small study like room. There were several things that stroke me as very appealing, mainly because there was a box of handgun bullets on the middle coffee table and there was an odd handle of some sort on the couch. It had a red cylinder handle, and a square insertion point. "Hmmm... I wonder; we should hold on to this." Rebecca smiled, but she was depressed it was obvious. The fact of being stuck in a mansion with a man convicted of killing hundreds of innocent people had to have frightened her. "Ya, I agree, here ill hold on to it." She gently put it in her back pocket. After a wile of searching the room for anything else that could be of some use; there came a loud creaking sound from the window it was birds, handfuls of birds, more birds that could be counted on ten fingers, and ten toes, and they were all ramming the windows. Some of the birds pecked and clawed at the windows, other just gawked and rapidly tore at the others birds flesh. They seemed to be in a feeding frenzy and we were stuck in the middle of it. One of the birds ruptured its head through the window slicing its neck and dripping blood down the pain of the glass; soon other started to follow; killing themselves for the common good of getting to us. This all happened in just a few seconds and before I could even lift a hand to stop them they were in the room. Rebecca and I started to shoot them as best as we can, but their numbers were far superior to ours. We fled from the room and the birds seemed to still be buzzing around at that time but settled down.
In the main hall there seemed to be an odd silence; as we made our way down to the platform to descend back into the first floor; Rebecca slipped and fell into a large wall, but the wall gave way revealing that in fact it was not a wall, but just a hanging painting. "Hay, what happened; O my god!" The wall its self was covered with blood, and there was written; Stakios Demorta Endr. "That means The Gate Way to Hell in Latin." The doorknob was rusted showing no use for a very long time. There came a shrill scream from the bottom of the staircase, and from above the main room the glass widow at the top gave through and a freakishly large creature fell in, and collapsed onto the floor. From far away the creature appeared to be like a giant frog, but with a sculptural structure of a human, or perhaps a beast of some mythical sort. The ribs were tangled, and were exposed, the neck of the creature was apparently broken, but the blood was stagnate, but that would be impossible, the only way for blood to clot up in such a way to become stagnate would be for the creature to be dead for many months. The creature was making sounds; it could have been breathing, but there was the sound of bones, clashing together, merging and separating, the very form of the creature was changing. The area or the creature where the tail end was, became its head and vice versa.
The creature began to move, and stand erect. It let out a menacing howl that started low, but then grew to an enormous blood-curling scream. Rebecca and I raised our pistols to the creature, but it seemed to not even flinch. It slowly advanced almost as if it knew we were its prey and there was no alternative. I emptied one clip of ammo to it but the bullets seemed just to ricochet off it. It opened its gaping mouth, but that's when we saw it; it had its heart reviled. Rebecca and I began to open fire upon the creature. It started to lash out its tongue maybe to feel its way, "Maybe its blind, then lets just run shale we?" Rebecca and I began to run down the steps, but the creature grabbed her with its tongue, "Help me, Billy help please help me!"