Again, some words for those keeping me continuing with this story:
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MarioBoy10: Yes, House of Wax, made in 1953, was the movie I was getting at with the whole "hanged-body-in-a-shaft."
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Now this chapter is a bit creepy for everyone. I think it's the creepiest for Theodore and Eleanor. Alvin and Brittany's scene is based on a scene from a Disney movie. CAN YOU GUESS IT? Hint: Disney movie was based off of one of their shows. Simon and Jeanette, we see another side of Simon come out that we've seen before...NOW ONTO THE CHAPTER!
~Whodunit~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~I Wanna Wake Up~
Adrenaline rocketed through his body and nervous sweat rolled down the back of his neck. He had turned around for no more than five minutes, so where could a chipette have disappeared to in five minutes? She was right behind him! Fear gripped his mind and his heart raced. His amber eyes filled to the brim with worry, he desperately called out her name again: "BRITTANY!" He stumbled when he got no response. He leaned against the wall next to him for support and ran a hand through his hair on his head. Why, oh why did it have to be her of all people to get lost? No, no, no, this is not happening. I'm going to wake up and be in my bed sleeping across from Brittany and above Theodore. But when he opened his eyes, he was still in the dark halls roaming the theater all by himself, his pink-clad counterpart nowhere in sight. He ran down the hall and threw his weight against a door, pushing it open. He had known Theodore and Eleanor were in here earlier with a dark presence that almost possessed Eleanor and nearly got her killed. Maybe this was where Brittany had wandered off to, perhaps? Alvin gulped and walked inside the mysterious kitchen room. He took a few steps in and heard a drawer opening. Alvin's eyes were fixed on the drawer as he took another step forward, and then another. A knife was slowly rising out of the drawer.
"Come at me, whatever supernatural thing you are!" he snapped. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, a knife came, flying toward him. Alvin tumbled onto the ground and rolled out of the way and the silvery object clattered to the floor. Alvin motioned another knife forward with his hand, to which the cutting tool obliged and came aiming straight toward him. He jumped into the air and avoided getting hit in the stomach with it. Wicked laughter filled the room. "Not you again," Alvin said, fists clenched. "Listen up, chipmunk, and maybe I'll tell you where I've taken your little girlfriend." "She's not my girlfriend!" "Fine, you don't want to know." Alvin's heart sank when the cackling died. Knives were suddenly being hurled at him again. The final knife finally flew into his jacket, pinning him up against the wooden base of the counter. Alvin cringed. "Oh boy…well…I've lived a pretty good life. I hope they miss me," he said. Right then he could hear cries and screams coming from somewhere below him. Alvin turned his head to the right and saw what looked like a trap door in the floor. He threw his weight down and the edge of his jacket pulled free just as another knife flew by. The chipmunk tumbled to the floor and scrambled over to the door. He yanked it open to hear buzz saws and all sorts of things going. Sounds like torture tools to me…and I just heard someone scream down here…OH NO. Realization came like a slap to the face. Alvin shot down the stairs like a rocket.
"Brittany!" he called. He could hear her cries come back: "ALVIN, HELP!" Alvin's breathing quickened as he saw the labyrinth of different buzz saws and other swinging saws. "You've gotta be kidding me," he whispered. The sweat rolled down his forehead as he took careful steps forward. A giant blade swung down right behind him. A buzz saw rolled forward in front of him. This is crazy. What kind of theater has this stuff down here? But Alvin didn't have time to think. A saw was coming down right above him. The chipmunk inched forward a bit, the blade of the saw just missing him. "Brittany! Where are you?" he called out. That's when he saw her. She was standing in between four different saws, cowering in fear, too scared to speak any longer. Alvin had never seen the strong girl this broken before. He ducked underneath two more saws and tumbled over to her, just outside of the four saws. Brittany was on the verge of tears and her eyes were wide in sheer terror. "A-A-Alvin…," she stammered. Alvin looked around. He couldn't go under, and he couldn't go through…and waiting for the saws to come back out so he could grab Brittany and run would take too much time. Alvin backed up a bit and bumped into a pipe. That's it! The red-clad chipmunk's eyes narrowed into a determined glint and he was scurrying up the pipes to get right above Brittany. He looked around for anything to lower down to her. A small bar was sitting up on the pipes.
Can't hurt to try now, can it?
Alvin lowered the bar down and motioned for Brittany to grab on. Brittany looked at him, and then at the bar. Slowly, she grabbed onto it. "Pull me up," she hissed. Alvin nodded and used all of his strength to pull the bar back up without falling down himself. Brittany made it up next to him. Alvin then led her down the bars and out through the trap door into the kitchen. A fork flew at them. Brittany ducked behind Alvin as pots and pans crashed down around them. "There is definitely some evil presence at work here," Alvin said, shaking his head with an angered look on his face. His fists clenched and the claws came out. Brittany held on tightly to him as he stood in front of her. The glowing figures of three men and a lady appeared. It was the same lady in the painting, plus three men who looked like ex-convicts.
"We're back from the grave to retain our rightful places here," one of the ghost men said, holding up a knife from the drawer. Brittany trembled, while Alvin tried to keep himself unfazed. "Try me," he hissed instead. The knife was thrown at him, nearly striking his foot. Brittany looked at Alvin as if he were crazy. "Alvin, who in their right mind eggs on ghosts?" she asked him. Alvin didn't say anything but instead took a step forward. Brittany gasped as a knife flew right toward him.
~Simon and Jeanette~
Simon and Jeanette walked through the house closely together. Simon had his arm around Jeanette, who in turn pressed her body up against his. He couldn't figure out why they were doing this if they weren't even an official couple. But they did it nonetheless, walking throughout the hallways.
"Simon, I'm scared. What if one of us dies? You heard that lady ghost and you saw Alvin and Brittany. Something even tried to possess Eleanor! Simon! What if something tries to possess one of us next? What will happen then?" Jeanette was panicking. Simon squeezed her shoulder. "Jeanette, calm down. We are going to make it out alive, and no one else is getting possessed. We will make it out, I promise," Jeanette nodded solemnly, yet she still couldn't believe her counterpart's promise to her. Right as if on cue, a bat swooped down right at them. Jeanette and Simon both ducked down. Simon was the first one to stand up and look at the bat. "That's a vampire bat!" he said. The bat darted at them again. Simon jumped on top of Jeanette to protect her. The bat landed on Simon, digging its claws into his shoulders. "Let go of him!" Jeanette shouted, gripping Simon's paws. The bat proved to be strong as it began to fly up and lift them both away. Jeanette gaped at this and clung onto Simon as they were carried away, up the spiraling stairs to the next floor of the theater.
"I'm scared," Jeanette declared again, cobalt eyes glimmering with fear. Simon said nothing as he looked up at the bat that was flying them to who knows where. The bespectacled boy stared for some time before suddenly dropping. Jeanette screamed and Simon looked down to see they were crashing down onto the stage. A dim light was on, shining down on the center of the stage. Simon collapsed in the light, Jeanette falling a few feet away. Simon's eyes looked about for the source of the light, finally catching it directly above him. He stared at it and suddenly, his blue eyes went dark. He turned to face Jeanette, who immediately met his gaze. Simon took a few steps toward his crush. Jeanette took a single step back. "S-S-Simon?" she stuttered. Simon shook his head. "Simone…the darker side," he responded in a French accent with a dark undertone. Jeanette almost screamed. Simon lunged for her and pinned her down against the floorboards in the stage, lips puckered. "No! Stop it! STOP!" Jeanette shrieked. But Simone was already smashing their lips together. Tears brimmed in Jeanette eyes. "STOP!" she tried to scream again. She tried to get out of Simone's grip but her attempts were ineffectual.
You promised no one would get possessed again…you promised we'd make it out….someone get us out of this horror house fast.
~Theodore and Eleanor~
Theodore was keeping a close eye on Eleanor. This should be the other way around. SHE should be the one making sure I don't get into trouble…so what the heck is going on? The green-clad chipmunk pondered this as he held his counterpart's hand tightly. Eleanor was looking all around at the various paintings and names on each old dressing room door. Eleanor brushed her paw against one. It cracked open. Her bright green eyes flew to Theodore, who sighed and nodded, gesturing her inside. They walked in wordlessly, Eleanor jumping onto an old vanity with a mirror surrounded by light bulbs resting on top of it. Theodore watched her carefully. His blonde counterpart looked at the reflection in the mirror and utter terror overtook her as she saw what looked back at her. It was a bloodied demonic version of herself, cackling and smirking maliciously. "T-T-Theodore!" Eleanor shouted. Theodore looked up and saw the image as well. Eleanor was frozen stiff in fright as the demonic version of herself climbed out of the mirror and grabbed her wrist. "NO!" Theodore screeched, jumping for the demon. Demonic Eleanor was pushed to the ground by Theodore. She hissed, a forked tongue much like that of a snake coming out of her mouth. Real Eleanor screamed. Theodore was gripped by both wrists and flipped. He landed inside of the mirror. Demonic Eleanor followed him in, leaving real Eleanor to gasp and fall to her knees.
She jumped for the mirror but fell back on contact with the glass. Her head fell against the wood of the vanity table. "THEODORE!" she yelled. Theodore's screams from the other mirror universe came back in reply. Eleanor helplessly got up and pressed her body against the glass as she watched Theodore get tossed around by her demon self like he was nothing. Tears began to streak down Eleanor's cheeks. "SOMEONE, HELP US!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. But no one came to their rescue. Eleanor sobbed into her knees.
Dramatic! Bum, bum, BUM! I like leaving you guys with cliffhangers. Okay, so anyways, review and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!