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Previously...
Davy took two steps down the spiral stairs and then his legs got suddenly tangled and for a horrifying split second he was falling down. It happened fast and after hitting nearly every step on the way down, Davy landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, the wind knock out of him.
& Now...
His friends were shocked and by his side in seconds.
"Davy, oh Davy!", gasped Micky as he placed his hand on Davy's back and Peter stood with mouth open as Mike put his hand on Davy's back too.
Davy suddenly realized everything hurt, especially the arm that was somehow twisted under him and his face crumpled and his breath hitched. He moaned and tried to curl himself into a ball on his side. Mike and Micky went into action, holding their young friend still and reaching for the distorted arm that he hugged to his coiled body.
"Davy, can you sit up?", asked Mike as he carefully checked every limb for other injuries. Davy's left forearm was bent in the middle of the forearm where forearms do not bend and the bloody edge of a ragged bone was jutting out of the boys arm. Davy let Micky bring him to a sitting position as Mike kept his elbow and wrist still.
It seemed a blur of painful confusion for Davy as his friends moved around him quietly talking to him and each other and only when they were half way to the car did Davy realize he was being carried by tall Mike as Micky and Peter rushed ahead to open the car doors. Embarrassment dawned on Davy as he realized also that he was wailing and shaking horribly.
The doctor said it was amazing that he didn't crack his head open or break his neck from the fall and Davy felt that time was disjointed and fuzzy and wondered if he'd ever stop hearing the rushing of pumping blood in his ears. While the doctors and nurses went to work helping set his broken arm, Davy kept his eyes locked on his friends who sat watching the goings on from the foot of the examination table. When the doctors had to give Davy an anesthetic to numb his arm, they waved Mike over who put his arm around the young boy and talked softly to him as the needle went in and the medicine flowed into his veins.
Micky fell asleep against Peter and Peter sat wide eyed watching Davy as his young friend succumbed to sleep with his head leaning against Mike's chest. Mike looked down at Davy but kept his arm around the kid's shoulders. "Jesus", he breathed. "What an ordeal!" He looked across the room to Peter. "This kid has the worst luck of anyone I know!"
Mike, Peter and Micky were told they could bring Davy home by evening and so they took a drugged and sleepy Davy back home and collected Chinese food along the way. Mike positioned Davy on the couch propped up on several cushions and brought down a blanket announcing that this would be where he was going to sleep while he healed since the stairs were out of bounds according to Mike.
Davy merely nodded and lay on the pillows, letting his friends rush around him. He was tired and sore and embarrassed and wishing his luck would change.
Later that night after everyone was asleep, Davy woke to the sound of a key turning in the lock. A bit blearily and still foggy from the drugs, he sat up against his mountain of pillows and squinted at the front door wondering if he'd heard correctly. As he listened, he heard again the sound of a key turning the lock and as he watched, the front door unlocked and opened revealing nothing but darkness. Davy began to feel a little nervous and he considered going up the stairs to get his friends. The door then closed with a bang and he felt very awake and very scared. The temperature dropped and he shivered. "Mike!", he whispered and couldn't get his voice to be louder. He tried shouting again but only a whisper came out and he felt his heart racing. Deciding that this was too much, Davy slipped off the couch and careful not to jostle his broken arm in its sling or his dislocated finger, he started towards the stairs. The temperature dropped even lower and Davy felt intensely cold as he struggled up the stairs. He tried to shout several times but nothing came out. He made it to the top of the stairs and went quickly into the upstairs bedroom where his friends were sleeping. He moved over to Mike and sat on the end of his friends bed. The cold temperature seemed to follow him and he started to shake from the cold. His friends slept without showing any signs of waking up.
"Mike!", squeaked Davy and Mike slept on without stirring. Davy looked towards the door and saw a white shape form and drift towards him. A sensation of terror crept over him and he tried to scream but again no sound came out. As the white figure came closer, he slid to the floor beside Mike's bed and covered his face with his good arm, cradling his broken one to his chest. He shuddered from head to toe and turned his face to the side of the bed. The white figure began to have long fingers that stretched out towards Davy who was now a quivering heap at the side of Mikes bed. These long searching white fingers touched Davy on his face and almost lovingly caressed his brow as he tried to tighten himself into a ball.
Then a strong desire to reach into his pocket took over his whole body and he felt his right hand going to his pocket before he realized what he was doing. The figure in white stiffened and started to vibrate and the air took on a menacing feel. Davy moaned and felt his fingers touch the shiny gold coin that was still in his pocket and all around him the white figure shattered and instead the room was filled with rolling black smoke that seeped into every crevice and threatened to choke Davy on the floor.