Chapter 2

Evil Tricks

Crimson walked around the house, clutching his flashlight. He bit his lower lip, and entered the dinning room. The table was covered in an old white sheet, with candle holders on either end and the middle. Another chandler hung above the middle of the table. Pieces of the floor had holes and gaps.

A large fireplace was in the wall near the middle also, with a picture above it. Crimson shined his flashlight to the picture, it was a man. He had dark brown hair that covered his right eye, it was stiff and came to the end of his ear. His left eye was a deep blue, almost navy blue. He was pale and wearing a dark blue shirt with a red tie. Sort of side profile painting.

Crimson walked around the table and up to the painting, careful not to trip on anything. He dusted off the bottom, reading a faded name.

Damoin Grayson _

The date was too faded for Crimson to read. His eyes gazed down to a newspaper clipping on the mantel. He picked it up and shine his light on it.

People have gone missing around ? Woods, most say that the curse has come to effect. As a skeptic, I believe the children have just gotten lost. A search party went out about three days ago, but no one was found. Many have given up hope, I can't say I have, but, they are possible dead by now.

The rest was to faded to read, Crimson set it back down on the mantel. So kids went missing here back then, and even now? What happened to them? Crimson gazed to the right, seeing a cup on the table, was that there before?

Carefully he made his way to it, looking behind him every few steps. He looked at the glass, it was filled with some red liquid. The cup was a silver color with swirl designs in looked at the table. There was a note beside it, hm?

Are you thirsty, you must be after walking around for a while. Drink this!

The hand writing was an elegant cursive writing, and it looked recent. Was someone else here!? Crimson gazed around the room, frighten. Then back at the cup of red looking stuff. He picked it up, and gave it a sniff. It was a metal scent, and the cup was a little warm.

"Drink this?" Crimson muttered, rotating the cup a little, watching the liquid make ripples. Should he? The person wanted him too, but, he didn't trust it. Crimson looked around again, now he felt like he was being watched. e set the cup back down and looked to the left. Another door?

Walking away from the cup he began to go to the door. A low growl echoed through the house, Crimson froze. That came from behind him. His breaths hitched in his throat, did he dare turn around. Clutching the flash light, and his heartbeat thumping in his neck, he slowly turned around, nothing.

Taking a deep breath, Crimson looked at the table, the cup was still there. Crimson had to admit, his throat was a little dry, but...

He walked back over to the table, and looked at the cup. Maybe a little sip wouldn't hurt. He picked up the cup, and brought it to his lips. The red liquid hit his tongue, and an awful taste of metal and rust hit him. He set down the cup, and gagged.

"That tasted, uhg." Crimson groaned, his eyes widen. Was that...? No it couldn't have been, right? Did he just drink... blood? No, that wasnt' possible. Crimson felt a little light headed, but shook it away. He quickly made his way to the door, gripping the handle. He gave the door a light push, and it opened.

It was a wine cellar, bottles with dust and cobwebs on them. They were green, but, Crimson could see what was inside them. He looked around the room, taking a step forward. Gazing at the bottles, each one held the same red substance he drank earlier.

"Oh, please tell me it's not what I think it is..." Crimson said, taking a step back. Just as he did this a bottle fell, and the red liquid ran out. A smell of rust and metal hit his nose, he was right. Quickly he opened the door and out of the cellar. Crimson panted a little, his heart raced. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm down. And gazed back around the dinning room.

But, this time, there was no cup on the table, not even the note was there. Crimson took a shaky breath, and walked out of the dinning room. The front hall seemed more dark now, and the only way was now up the stairs. Crimson gulped, praying to find a way out of here soon. As he stepped on the stairs and up to the first floor.

Crimson gazed around the darken hall, as a flash from outside caught his attention. Lightning? Must have been, it was too bright to be a car. Just as it happened, thunder followed, and rain began to pour.

"Well that's just great." Crimson muttered. Hoping this house didn't have a leak in it, he walked forward. The first door was locked, and so was the one on the other side. Crimson huffed in frustration, another flash of lightning happened, quickly followed by another boom. He looked down the hall, and stopped in front of another door, this one opened. And creaked at he pushed it open.

The room was simple, gray walls an and old dresser and bed. The curtains had holes in them, and the chair was pushed into the desk. Nothing seemed useful here, Crimson entered and a scent of death washed over him. It was blood and decay, his amber eyes turned to the other side of the bed, and there was a body.

Her hair was spilled out over the floor, her purple eyes distant. By the looks of it, she had no blood, and had been here for a good week or so. Crimson took a step back, and slammed the door shut behind him. No going back in that room.

'Looks like I found a missing person.' he thought, then whimpered remembering how horrified she looked. Whatever killed her, must have really frightened her. There was really no time to scream of break down, who ever killed her, might still be here. He needed to be careful.

'Oh God, please let me eave here soon.' this place was so odd, there seemed to be no windows around. Were the ones he saw just painted on there? Take a shaky breath, Crimson walked down the hall again. He was trembling a bit, getting a little more frighten than when he first entered.

He gazed around the hall, there were no other rooms that he could open, and there was no way he was going back into that one. Maybe he missed a key down stairs? Maybe, this place was like his video games, if you look you find keys and other thing. Yeah.

Crimson turned on his heel and walked back down stairs, still getting over his ordeal in that bed room.

A low growl echoed through the dinning hall, this kid was smart. But, all the more fun to play with. Yes, if he passes, then he would get a reward. And very nice one too.

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