A Dragon's Crimson Cry
By: Tippi
A/N Warning- there's a lot of blood in this chapter.
Luiz400- Brad knows it's Jake's house it's all part of the prank he planed.
Ch 49 Stained and Haunted
Jake didn't want to be here. This place held nothing but bad memories, a monument to the worst day of his life.
The house hadn't been up kept well. The paint was old and peeling in various places. The windows were covered in grim and soot from cars' exhaust; it was a safe bet not light could get through them. It was anyone's guess what the inside looked like.
Many retailers tried to sell it but minus the event that took place in it many other things turned away people.
Things left in the house were moved around, strange noises could be heard, sudden drops or rise in heat, and a putrid smell. But most strange they clamed every time they cleaned the blood stains they returned. They tried bleach, paint, and even grout. And for the floor some retailers had new tiles put in the kitchen but even the new tile was stained along with the new cabinets they once put in.
This lead even some very un-superstitious people to believe the place haunted and some would even say cursed.
Jake was breathing hard and irregular. He took a step back before Brad's friends grabbed him by the upper arms. Jake tried to pull him self free of their grip but it was to strong.
"Let me go" Jake yelled.
"What's the matter, scared?" Brad asked Jake.
"Yes, now let go" Jake admitted not really caring what Brad or anyone thought of him right about now.
Brad had a moment of confusion, Jake response wasn't the one he was expecting but he got over his momentary confusion, he put way too much planning into this.
"Yeah well you think you're scared now…" Brad answered. "Boys" Brad simply said since the two knew full well what he wanted them to do.
The two boys started dragging Jake toward the house. Jake was wiggling and kicking to get free he couldn't. Jake kept yelling for them to stop and let him go but they refused to listen.
Brad opened the door as his two buddies dragged Jake forward. They both threw Jake into the house and quickly closed it before Jake could get his bearings back. To keep Jake from just opening the door and walking out all three leaned up against the door.
Jake fell face first onto the old wood floor but the impact with the hard surface did little to faze Jake. The moment he hit the floor he was back on his feet before you could blink. He pounded and pushed on the door begging for Brad to let him out but he could hear the laughter of the trio outside.
Jake's pleas and begging turned into teary sobs as Jake slumped against the door sliding down to his knees. Jake turned around putting his back against the door pulling his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and crying into his lap with his head looking down. He was like he was 8 years old again; frightened, alone, and trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. He was a mere four and half feet from where he broke down four years ago.
In the desperation of his mind a plan came to the top. He stopped sobbing and sniffled before taking a few deep breaths. The only way he could think to get out was to take the back door.
To any average person in any other circumstances this would have been a walk in the park but to Jake it was walking through hell and hoping he got out before the devil knows he's there.
Jake clawed forward a few paces, the air inside the house felt ice cold. He got to his feet with much effort due to his shaking knees. Every step he took was slow. Jake at the time hadn't realized but he just walked over the spot on the floor where his mother blood pooled and the stain was still there.
The moment his feet make contact with the red mark he felt a sudden spike in heat starting from the back of his neck like someone was breathing down his neck. Another step and a rotten smell reached his nose. Jake ignored all that as he pressed on into the kitchen. He was now going over the stain of his uncle, the last time he was in that spot he tripped over his body.
Jake could see the back door but he felt like he was in a horror movie where you're walking down a hall but no matter how fast or far you walk the door at the end doesn't get any closer the hall just gets longer.
Jake looked down and took a deep breath when had he wished he hadn't. He could see his small bloody shoe prints that led to where the kitchen table use to be and the images of his father's dead body plagued his mind. He took a few more deep breathes to will the images away and walked on. He took a few more steps but tripped, the key chain with his key fell from his pocked and skidded across the floor into the dark half of the room.
Jake needed his keys but he was scared to go into the dark. But before Jake could crawl to them they came sliding back out into the dim light.
The sudden movement of the keys made Jake freeze in fear for only a moment before reaching for them. As Jake's hands landed on the keys he felt like they were right next to ice. Jake was keeping his eye trained on the keys and he saw a white transparent hand hovering over the keys next to his.
Jake quickly swiped up the keys and jumped to his feet backing away from the spot. His fear, finally reaching it's max, made Jake ran for the back door and shot out.
Once in the backyard out of the house Jake bent over, his hands on his knees breathing hard.
After a few deep breaths (which he seemed to be doing a lot of) Jake felt much better and decided it best to leave.
Jake went over the wooden fence to leave so as not to get put in the same situation twice by Brad.
On the other side of the house Brad and his two friends were beginning to notice something a miss.
"Uh, Brad I haven't heard Jake in a while you think he's okay" Brad's brown haired friend asked.
"I'm sure he's fine he just probably fainted" Brad said.
"Don't you think we should get him out then" the blond boy brought up an important point.
"Fine" Brad said all three releasing their weight from the door.
Brad and his friends opened the door and peered inside. Not seeing Jake they started to converse on what to do.
"I don't see him" blonde said.
"Maybe he's further in the house somewhere" Brad said.
"Well, what do we do now" brown asked.
"You know if something did happen to him we'll be held responsible" blond said.
"Great, looks like we'll have to go in and get him" Brad said stepping threw the threshold of the house. "What are you waiting for" Brad asked seeing his two friends hanging outside.
"But it's haunted" blonde said.
"Yeah, it's cursed" brown added.
"O don't tell me you believe that" Brad said. "Now get in here" Brad demanded.
The two were clinging to each other as the walked into the house shaking.
"Let's look upstairs" Brad suggest heading to the stairs.
"Can't we not" blonde asked.
"You two cowards" Brad yelled. "Now get your butts upstairs."
They reluctantly followed Brad up the stairs.
"You hear that" brown said the moment they made it to the top.
"For the last time the place isn't haunted" Brad said rubbing his temples in annoyance. "They only thing in this house is Jake and maybe a few rats."
"Ep" the two boys got out.
"That's not a rat" brown said pointing to the end of the hall.
Brad looked at where he was pointing.
At the end of the hall was a figure much shorter than Jake. It had small pigtails on each side of it's head.
It began to walk closer but after three steps it blinked out of existence but then returned five steps further from where it disappeared.
It kept doing the same action. Blinking in and out and getting closer with each blink.
It was at last a few feet from Brad and his friends and they were able to see what the figure really was.
It was little girl maybe 5 or 6. Her hair was caracole black and was currently dressed in a pink night gown but that were anything that would make the girl normal ended.
Her eyes glowed a dull red, skin was grayish white, red steaks of blood ran from the corners of the mouth and a red gash across her throat dripped blood down her neck staining the upper half of her night gown.
Brad and his friends were, like anyone in such a situation, royally freaked out. In a panic they ran down the stair forgetting there was door in front of them and ran into the family room. They stood in the center of the empty room when a shadow appeared in the entrance of the room. It caused the boys to back up till they were pressed up against the far wall. Then they heard scratching on the wall to their right and looked that way to regret it.
To their right was a transparent man with scaled arms with claw tipped fingers. He was running his left arm over groves in the wall looking down at them with the same eyes as the girl.
Fear over took them and they ran for the front door. They pushed and rammed the door but it refused to open when streams of blood began to flow down the stairs. They looked up the stairs to see many dark figures with the dull red eyes looking down at them.
They made a dash for the kitchen but Brad got caught up.
Something was holding onto his ankle. He looked back to see a grayish white, transparent woman laying at the bottom of the stairs, her right arm out reach holding onto Brad's left ankle.
She lifted her head and they saw the same eyes, as every thing in this house, look at them.
Brad was able to wiggle his foot free and followed the others into the kitchen.
"There's got to be a way out of this house" blonde yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Look a door" brown yelled pointing to the back door in the kitchen.
As they ran for the door they noticed shadow figures with the eyes gather in the kitchen.
They got to the door and desperately pulled and pushed at it to get out but it to wouldn't move.
The shadows were getting closer to them and they was no way to run pass them. They pressed them selves against the un-opening door when the door swung open and they fell into the backyard.
Upon falling on their backs on the backyard they sat up to look at the door. It stood open for a few moments before slamming shut with a load bang.
The three were out of the house but weren't going stick around any way and took off running. They were a few blocks away before they realized they wet them selves.
Jake arrived at the shop 15 minutes late and was greeted by a worried grandfather.
"Jake you're late I was going to call you're friends, I was really getting worried" LS yelled.
But he fell silent when he saw the distraught and freighted face.
"Jake what happened" LS asked with concern.
"I don't want to take about it" Jake said passing his grandfather making his way for the stairs. "I'm going to bed."
LS decided not to push seeing that what Jake really need was comfort with relaxation and rest.
A/N This may get confusing later on if it isn't already so any questions just ask. Review