Chapter 4
1st night: Part three
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Hello! The contest is over! I received a review with the correct answer the other night. The winner is… GodOfTheWired! Congratulations! You did it! The answer was "Fatal Frame", an excellent horror/survival game. Anyway, sorry for the small delay, but here we go!
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Lina let out a little yelp when she tripped on her way out the door. She sat there on the ground for a moment, looking for what she had tripped on. On the floor, she found another white tape. She pulled out the tape recorder and put the tape in. Again, Mr. Gabrief's voice came floating out of the speaker.
"Sept. 9, 9:40 PM
It seemed dangerous to walk into the mountain at night, so we decided to spent the night here and continue our work. I've been through several rooms already. Unlike the exterior, the interior is still in quite good shape. A little earlier, I thought I saw the white shadowy figure of a woman in the hallway near the entrance. I'll keep track of such sightings and publish in my later account."
Lina listened for more, but none came, so she put the tape recorder and the tape in her bag again and stood up. She brushed herself off and opened the door again, it had some how closed when she had tripped. Her hand froze on the door handle. A sudden rush of cold had slipped through her. She had the feeling of danger, and her heart and breath quickened.
Lina spun around, and just in time too. Just as she had opened the door, the white spirit had reappeared behind her, and had almost grabbed her. She jumped back into the small bedroom like area and her camera flew to her eye. The spirit moved towards her, it was faster this time! He came towards her as she waited for the camera to get that aura it had last time. Just as he was about to grab her, she snapped the shutter.
He faltered a brief moment, and then came towards her again. She bit her lip, just a little more. She needed more time! She dropped her camera as it grabbed her by the arms. She screamed and fell to the ground. Sweat trickled down her face as she scrambled for her camera. She ran towards the door, but some force blocked the way there. She turned around, and noticed that the spirit was still at the other end of the room. She pulled her camera up to her eye and allowed the aura to build up. She aimed carefully and snapped the shutter once again.
It shrieked and then seemed to disappear. Lina sighed and sank to the ground. Her heart and breath returned to normal and the feeling disappeared.
She sighed and started to walk to the door again. She couldn't take much more of this, she would lose her sanity first!
She reached the door and opened it. She walked back down the hallway and back to the room with the big fire pit in the middle. When she reached it, she had a sudden feeling that she was completely alone. Before, she felt like she was in a very crowded room, but now… now, it was empty.
She walked down the stairs slowly, each one making a creaking noise under her feet. She reached the bottom and used her flashlight to look around.
"There!" Her flashlight shined on a big yellow mask on top of one of the dressers. She walked over and looked at it. It looked very old and was completely covered in dust.
She carefully lifted the mask up and reached in. Her hand struck something cold, like glass. Wait; glass. A mirror had glass! She pulled out the object, which turned out to be a small, red hand mirror. She looked at it. She reached into one of the pockets on her skirt. She pulled out the photo of the impression. But she all she could see was a picture of the Lion mask.
She sighed and put the mirror in her bag. If it weren't right, she would look for another. She walked back. She went through the secret door and down the hallway with all the lamps. As she rounded a corner, she practically jumped out her skin. There was a small closet at the end of the hallway, and a man was coming out of the door! After a brief moment he disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the door.
She pulled it open and then shrieked. Right in front of her, the man was right in front of her! (You know when you open a door and someone's standing right in front of it, how it can startle you? Well, imagine it with a six-foot dead guy.) He disappeared quickly, leaving Lina in a small state of shock.
"I can't take much more of this!!!" She shouted. Her shout echoed through the empty hall. Lina shivered. "Okay, I'm never doing that again,"
She walked into the small bedroom. Walking slowly and quietly, she made her way to the room with all the kimonos. She walked in, and a cold rush went down her spine. That was not a good sign.
She walked over to the place where the impression was and pulled out the hand mirror. She inserted it in the spot, and nearly jumped five feet in the air when it made a click noise. The drawer underneath it slid open a bit, allowing her to see what was in it. It was bare, aside from a small brass key and a photo. She reached into the drawer and pulled out the photo.
"It's that man, Mr. Metalium," She said, looking at the photo. "But, what does this rope mean?" On the photo, around Mr. Metalium's neck, a single rope sat. She sighed and put the photo in her bag. She'd figure it out later. She reached down and picked up the key. "I bet this is the key to that locked door."
She froze. There it was, the feeling of danger. And it came to her in a rather large wave. Her heart began to speed up. She turned slowly. There! There was a faint glint in the corner of the room. She pulled her camera up to her eye and allowed it to charge. The glint moved towards her, and very quickly, too! Lina had no choice but to press the shutter. She ran off to a far wall and spun on her heel.
But she didn't see anything! She looked around carefully. She screamed as she felt the man grab her from behind. He let go and she fell to the floor. She struggled for breath as she stood. This wasn't easy. She pulled her camera to her eye again and waited a few moments. There! She snapped the shutter. The ghost faulted, allowing Lina to run to a better position. She stopped when she noticed that the ghost was nowhere to be seen. But she knew it was there. She still had the feeling.
She sighed and forced her self to relax. She closed her eyes; at this point, all they were doing was confusing her. She felt a quick rush from behind her. She spun around and pressed the shutter, not even bothering to aim. She had to trust her senses. The ghost froze and backed away a little. Lina ran to get away. She once again closed her eyes. To her right! She snapped the shutter.
This time to the left! She snapped the shutter again. The ghost shrieked and she watched as it was sucked into the photo. The feeling had disappeared. She was safe.
"At least," She said as she leaned against a wall and slipped to the floor. "For now,"