Chapter 5- A New Door

As Becka was setting up the spell, something crossed her mind, she had forgotten something very important, she felt her heart froze. She cleared her throat.

"Ohhh...Alice?" Becka said standing up, she brushed off her skirt and arched her eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"I have to go meet Taylor..."

"Why?"

"There's something, I have to ask her." she said, grabbing her bag with a clutched fist. She took slow and heavy steps to Alice's front door, she turned her body slighly and glanced, and broke into a smile. one that hadn't surfaced for years.

"Ill be back. I promise."

Becka placed her pale hand on the door knob and twisted it. Only to find her eyes closing due to the blinding sunlightshining in them, she turned to Alice and waved then stepped otuside onto the wooden patio. She felt the boards creak as her shoes sink on them. She stepped down the stairs, the sound of the creaks filled her with memories that happened long ago. A smiled formed onto her face, she descended down from the path fo Alice's home, and alked into the forest again, she, stepping on the crumbled leaves, as if they were shouting their last curse to the sky.

"...Shocke doesn't like what Becka is doing...Becka should just go home to her humble room in the remote church and shut the door..."

Beck froze, what was this voice, it was irratatible and sounded like an abused violin, it's 'A' string sounded as if a long fingernail were running across it, joining the symphany of nails across a calk board. She blnched, and grinded her teeth and closed her eyes, as the voice echoed through the forest.

She looked up and across the forest, she looked to the dead trees, her little black shoes were now getting soil on them, she took a step forward and looked around. She silently clutched her fists, feelign her heart beat excel more and mroe by the second. She had a horrible vibe from this noise, this voice. She was running through possibilities of what it could be, maybe an Imp? She had often read in Fairy Tales that Imp's had a high squeaky voice, or maybe a child that had a horrible sickness, she told herself quietly.

"Somebody ought to shoot that poor creature and place it out of it's misery." she took another step and followed a dead path through the forest, gazing up at the sky, there was no more sunlight, only darkness. Ah, Darkness. Darkness was Becka's friend. It always seemed that Darkness caressed Becka in a friendly way, in an understanding way.

Then something bursted through the forest, it was high pitched, and sounded very much like a cackle, Becka felt her body jolt in surprise, as sweat formed onto her brow. She looked through the branches and finally shouted.

"Who's there!" she heard the laugh dissapear to the back of her, menaing it came form the front, she looked around on the forest floor, and found a large stick, free and not connected to anything, she quickly bent over and picked it up.

Whatever that thing is, I'll kill it.

She ran ahead, as fast as she could, jumping over large roots, and avoided snarling vines, she felt the stings of the branches whip across her cheeks, sending a river of blood going down them, she paused after a while, and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. But the laughter came again.

"How sad. Running out of breath already?"

Becka pushed herself off of the tree and held the stick in both hands, she held it tightly until her knuckles went from red to white, and the bark was digging into her palm, her dark green eyes scanned the trees into the darkness, as she could taste the blood from her injured cheeks drip into her mouth, she quickly spit it out.

"Who are you! Show yourslef! I have no time for childish games!" Becka should have done the protection spell before she left, she was now regretting her choice, but this Thing's laughter seemed to taunt her and jest at her failure of finding Itself. It was annoying Becka, and was making her more fustrated than she could remember ever bieng.

"Should we?" a deep voice rung out, it sounded as if it were male, a one going through maturity.

"I am not sure, the stick she is carrying is rather frightening." another male voice ran out, it sounded younger, and yet more misheivious.

"Shut up you idiots!" the abused violin one ran out, which followed a sound of a whack and the two other males complaining and muttering. Becka could make out a figure coming out of the darkness, and now emerging.

It was a female. She wore a pointed, purple hat upon her head, blonde strands of thin, dead hair poking out from under the hat rim. The girls face was pointed and green, Becka could make out she had small beady eyes, and a large nose. She was hding her hands behind her pink dress that seemed like a parachute. She was nervously digging her black shoes into thesoil, but her facial expression read other wise. The girls eyebrows were slanted, and her teeth were bared.

Soon after the other two came bursting out of the shadows, onw was wearign a red devils mask, and brown combed over hair, and red long johns, the other had an abnoxios round head, and blue lips and a pale face, his mask was resting above his head, and he had a lollipop shoved into his mouth, his little skeleton outfit glowing due to the darkness.

"Becka has grown up." the round headed one said in a whisper as he turned to the girl, he now restign his small hand on the lollipop stick.

"Has anyone told you not to talk with your mouth full!" the girl pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and stomped on it, the round headed one responded with a growl and a restrained mutter. And looked the other way.

The tall one looked at Becka, examining her, as he finally spoke, he was the one with the deep voice. "Becka's taller than any of us here..."

She watched all three of them strae at her now, Becka took a step back, each of these little children seemed abnormal looking and pale, as if they were dead. She dropped the stick due to the frightened and now shaky grasp she possessed, she finally said in demand, well weak demand.

"Who are you!"

"Lock!" he stepped forward and took off his mask, and simled in a way that promised he was up to no good. Soon he was rudely pushed away by the girl, who replied proudly.

"Shock!"

The short one stumbled forward and snapped his mask on his face, and replied timidly. "And Berrel!"

Becka was confused now, what odd names, to top. But how did they know she lived in a church, and what her name was? And why were the dressed into costumes when it was well over Halloween. And what did they want anyway? Becka took a step backwards, as the children were chatting back and forth, finally the girl walked over to Becka and stared at her for a moment.

"Is it really you? Or does it just look like you?" Becka arched her eyebrow and shook her head, only to feel a sharp pain in her shin, takign note of that the girl kicked her, and hard. Becka cursed under her breath, and watched all three of them run away.

"Little Pesky Bitch." she said under her breath, Becka wouldn't let anyone get away like that, so she picked up her pace, and used her long legs to chase after the tree, she noticed some fresh footsteps, she would track them down and did something that would teach them a lesson. She hopped over a tree thatlay in the way, seeing them only a few yards ahead, running as fast as they could and shreikign wiht laughter.

Becka chased them, until she came to a clearing, they were no where to be found, she felt a cold and eerie wind blow through. It brushed through her hair, which gently whipped across her face. She had never seen this part before. She looked around. Then her eyes widened, as she came to notice, each tree had a little marking on them.

One had a festive egg on it, pink and technicolor with bright and clever designs, another one had a brown turkey with orange tail feathers. Another one with a leaf green clover, and another one with a heart on it, and another with a Christmas Tree casted on it. She found her mouth hanging open, very wide. Her thoughts were racing, what could these mean?

She was so distracted in thought, she finally heard a creak noise, Becka jumped and let out a small whimper, only to notice a little door hanging a little open, letting out a strange breeze. The inside of the trunk seemed hallow. She timidly took a few steps forward and seized the door with one hand and looked on the outside of it. A Jack-O-Latern with a scary face was on this door. She scanned it a few moments longer, having a strange sensation, it felt as if, she had been here before. She took a few steps back away from the door, and looked into the tree trunk, she shook her head. Nothing, only a black abyss going down for Heaven knows how long. She shurgged her shoulder and turned around to leave, only to feel somethign wrap around her torso, she let out a scream, her eyes shifted down to the area of restraint. She found a strong breeze was pulling her down. She tgen stumbled and fell backwards.

All you could hear, the only last thing you could hear of Becka on this land, this area, was a frightening scream, which vanished when the Jack-O-Latern Door came to a disturbing slam shut, and made a click as if it locked.

And you could swear, the Jack-O-Latern blinked.

Author's Note: This isn't the ending! We have so much longer to go! Please Reveiw guys! Please! I hope you are enjoying this so far!