Chapter 10: In the dark
As Ricky approached the page time seemed to slow down around him, like a trance pulling him towards it, his eyes hollow and his face emotionless. He grasped the page with one had and ripped it away from the wall, tearing the corner off slowly as if to savour the moment. Ricky held it in his hands, staring at it still expressionless not acknowledging what was around him. The building began to darken slowly, the night dragging its way across the floor consuming the comforting light.
"What the? What's happening?" I said while exiting the toilets.
I ran out trying to find Ricky, he wasn't sat on the bench any more which gave me a bad feeling in my gut. I bolted through the building looking for him, calling his name but I had no answer. The aisles seemed to go on forever, it didn't feel like the same place.
I lay down to catch my breath before hearing the sound of struggling, peering round the corner to see Ricky. It was hard to spot him so I got a closer look, noticing his body was relaxed and his head faced down. The sound of dripping echoed in the room, but I could tell it was coming from in front of me.
"R...Ricky?" I stuttered in fear. "Are you okay?"
I lifted my hand to place it on his chest but was stopped when what I assumed to be water dripped onto my hand. The colour was distorted and not knowing what it was I licked it off my hand, it tasted bitter. In confusion I lifted his head to see where it came from, lifting it by his face I could feel the liquid on his cheeks. It shocked me which caused me to lose my grip, my fingers slipped into two wet holes above his cheeks. I soon realised that my fingers were plunged deep into his eye sockets, his eyes had been ripped out. I fell in a panic and crawled backwards to get away from him, the water I tasted wasn't water at all but...blood. I threw up on the floor, my eyes welling up with tears. Looking back at the body it started levitating in mid air, a crunching noise bounced off the walls as it happened. His waist split in half as black tendrils tore his body to pieces, blood painting the walls and from the shadows arose... "HIM", the man that put me through hell...the man that brought me here...the man that haunts my nightmares... his suit as black as bat orchids, his head as white as the moon and his tentacles as sharp as bayonets... Slender man.