Disclaimer: Animorphs is not mine, but that doesn't mean I can't KILL THEM ALL!
Authors Note: One down, eleven to go. Please, PLEASE review! At least so I know who's next to die!
Reviews:
lilmaniac- well, I'm glad that SOMEBODY bothered to review. Thanks a lot. Also, who do you think is the least likely to survive? I am from here on end considering you my partner in crime, so to speak, on this story. I know that you'll probably say it's good enough without your help, but I'd like at least some suggestions. Thanks a bunch!
Now onto the suspenceful, Chapter 3!
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Michael
We made our way up the main staircase. The eerie silence was unnerving, and by now I had both dracons at the ready. When we reached the first floor landing I looked out the window to see a raging storm. Thunder was heard outside and I took a look into the mansion's back yard to get a mental picture of the perimeter. My eyes fell upon a set of swings in a hand made playground. Suddenly a little girl, wearing clothes that looked straight out of the 40's, appeared, swinging playfully. She seemed unfazed by the rain pouring on top of her. Then, another clap of lightning and she disappeared. I thought that I was seeing things.
We continued to walk down the hallway at a medium pace, careful to make as little noise as possible. As we passed doors, closets, and various other rooms we also passed portraits and paintings of various people. Odd enough, was the fact that the faces of these people were distorted, or otherwise stained with blood. I tried my hardest not to point this out to the others, since their morale was low enough as it is.
"We're all gonna die..." said Marco in less than a whisper. "Just like Jake said, I know that something isn't right. I think I need to go to the bathroom."
"No way. Once we get out of here you'll have plenty of time to to that. I just hope rachel is okay." I told him. We stopped at a solid wall at the end of the passageway. "What the fuck? Where the hell is the door?" After checking to see if the wall was indeed there, and not one of my various dillusions, I turned around and headed back down the passage. Something wasn't right. As Adam catched up and shed his artificial light onto the winding corridor I stopped dead. After realizing something was wrong he stopped as well and looked to where I was staring.
There, standing several feet ahead of us, was the girl from outside. From this distance I could make out how truly grotesque she really was. Her skin was clammy and white, as if it had been bleached. Her hair was richwith dirt and dried blood. Her clothes were tattered , giving the impression that she did not aften take it off. But what was the most startling about her gruesome appearance was her eyes. They were of the deepest red, as if they could stare directly into the fiery pits of hell. She stared blankly at us, unblinking. Then she smiled. Except that the smile grew larger and larger, showing jagged fang-like teeth. She walked toward us, still grinning maniaclly, and soon broke out at a run. Adam stood his ground and told me to step back. I did so gladly, running back to the others at the end of the silent corridor.\
The last I could make out of Adam was him putting up a forcefield and the girl ramming into it repeatedly. I pulled out my flashlight and pocketed one of the dracons. I led everyone into a nearby door, locking it behind us. I heard a loud crash, and a blood curdling scream that seemed to shake the very house itself. "OH GOD NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! STOP! AHHHHHH!" and then there was silence. What the fuck could kill a Chee! How could we pull this off? Then I turned to the others and got a good look at them before inspecting the room we were in.
It was generally plain. In the corner he saw an old pino, and on a wall was a grandfather clock. There was some mismatched furniture here too, but they were covered with white sheets. There was a window- wait. A window!
"Guys! We're saved! I exclaimed. It was odd that this was one of the few windows we had seen, but this was the only one that we could open. I pulled and tugged on the window, it was stuck. Just our luck too, I mean the one possible exit was blocked. Now we were stuck in a room inside a house that had a passion for killing things. We just happened to be on the menu. I turned to see how the others were holding up. The short answer was, not well. I gave the room a look around, and then noticed something that I hadn't before. Something was written on the wall. It was written in blood.
The others noticed it too. We walked in closer to read it better. It read:
TWO OF THE TWELVE ARE GONE FOREVER. SOON THE REMAINING TEN SHALL BE HUNTED DOWN. THE HOUSE WON'T LET THEM LEAVE. IT WILL FEAST ON THEIR SOULS AS IT TEARS THEM LIMB FROM LIMB. THEIR'S WILL BE A HELL BEYOND ANY OTHER.
As we read this we knew now that something in this house was angry, and it was hungry for us. No sooner had we finished reading the message then the blood it was written of became liquid again, and it dripped down the wall, seeping underneath the floor. Once we thought the the little show was over the blood started to come out of the floor.
The problem?
It was dripped up the walls.
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Thanks for reading yet again, but I NEED you guys to review, otherwise I'll leave it ti lilmaniac to do the horror stuff.
Ciao.