Yes, it's a wee bit short, but I'm writing the next chappie right now and it'll be up today or tomorrow.
I just had winter finals, and the are such a pain in the #$$!!!!
Please review to make me feel better?!
Chapter Four
The floorboards creaked below her, and she quickly tripped into the house. The door slammed shut, and she turned around to see a rough looking man smiling toothily at her. Involuntarily she shuddered, and proceeded to walk down the long ark hallway lit by only a few oil lamps. On the walls were paintings of a boy. The next painting was that of teenager, dressed in old-fashioned clothes. As Laurel moved down the hallway, she realized something.
This is the same person!
The last portrait was particularly gruesome. It featured an old wizened man in a coffin, in a beautiful field. Laurel stopped and looked at it for a minute. There was something creepy about it, but it took her a while to figure out what was wrong.
He's all alone.
And so he was. The field was lovely, but there were no people, no animals, nothing except for the old man in the coffin. She slowly backed away from the painting, and accidentally knocked into the Chinese vase on the hall chest. She spun around, desperately trying to catch it, and was shocked to find it suspended, hanging off the edge of the chest. It was connected to the table by a piece of wood, and she looked up in amazement to find that a door had appeared out of nowhere.
Curiosity killed the cat, Laurel…-
Stepping in, she groped in the dark for a moment before going back to the hall and getting an oil lamp. It illuminated the hallway slightly, but it was easier to see. The tunnel looked older than the house. It was made of stone, not brick, and the wooden support beams showed that it was not modern. She inched along the tunnel for about ten minutes, and was relived to see a light radiating from the end of the tunnel. Upon reaching her destination, she pushed the door open, and was deeply and thoroughly stupefied by what she saw.