He stood silently, torch in hand and stared with wide brown eyes at the haunting image looming from the fog in front of him. He'd heard the rumours and even seen some of the images, he just hadn't actually expected to find it. With a slight gulp he took a few tentative steps forwards through the fog.647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdP1glwXU0h
A crunch caused him to freeze and look down, automatically he flinched backwards. A long stark white object lay broken on the ground. The area that he'd stepped on crushed to a fine white powder and mixing with the brown of the dirt beneath it. Chewing nervously on his lip he slowly raised his head to face forwards again. He had promised himself that he would do this, he wasn't a coward after all.
Gathering up all of the courage that he had in his small body and taking a deep breath he once more stepped forwards, heading deeper into the fog towards the haunting image. The image that towered far over him. As he walked forwards he could hear whispering voices around him, some of them pleading with him to turn around, others pushing him forwards. Branches lashed against his arms, pulling at his sleeves and whipping against his face, impeding him from his mission.
Losing his glasses he dropped down low, his hands scrambling against the rough ground, ignoring any thorny vines that left cuts. He winced as one particularly large thorn caught one hand and the distinct scent of blood filled the air, having finally located his glassed he slipped them onto his face and sucking on the cut stood back up.
He ignored the branches that grasped at his arms and legs, ignored the thorny vines that tangled around him, scratching him and littering his body with numerous cuts and scratches. He had to reach the house, the house that loomed in the fog, that almost seemed to be beckoning him towards it as though it offered some sort of safety.
Although as he once more looked up at the image, the building darkened and flashes of movement could be seen through broken windows. He rose his torch and it lit up on a tangled old tree, the branches reached towards him, with grasping grabby limbs that seemed to attempt to ensnare and trap him. Brushing one hand across his face and running it through his brown hair he stared unsure up at the building. The panelling on the front cracked and covered in webbing, the door slightly off center but still standing proud, briefly he entertained the idea of turning around and not entering the house, surely he could pretend that he entered it, nobody had to know that he turned and fled did they?647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6cg7TcUNd
Shaking his head he took a deep breath, a glint entering his eyes as he reaffirmed to himself that he would and could do this. With a slight smirk he took a determined step forward, only to slam nose-first into a stone lying on the ground, his foot having been hooked by a vine and currently immobile. With a slight growl he sat up and awkwardly attempted to untangle it, biting back any exclamations of pain as the thorns greedily bit at his hands and dug into his leg ripping his jeans as he finally managed to escape from the devil's vine.
He ignored the screaming voices in his ears as he stumbled up onto the cracked and vine covered verandah of the foreboding mansion. He ignored the pleading voice of a nameless child, the desperate call to stop and leave. Yet his hand froze before it could touch the handle, all the voices silent, no animal calls, not even the wind was blowing anymore, it was completely silent as his hand hovered just over the handle. He could still turn back, still leave, still-his hand touched down on the handle.
“Please...” the new voice almost caused him to jump and his head shot around to stare at the only other visible figure in the area. The girl was pale, she stood in nothing but a white gown, no shoes on her feet and blonde hair flowing free down her back. He couldn't see her face, but she seemed to be talking to someone, and she sounded rather sad. “Please leave this place... Please...” could she be talking to him he wondered before he shook his head. No she couldn't be talking to him, if that had been the case wouldn't she actually face him? “Please stop the game... Shut it down... Please stop... I don't want... I don't want...”
As he turned the knob of the door it let out a shuddering rattle that ended with a squealing squeak as it opened. He swallowed once, the girl had disappeared. Beyond the doorway it was entirely black, all light appeared to have been swallowed up, leaving nothing more than a gaping darkness beckoning him to enter. With another deep breath he clenched his hands into fists, before he looked at them both in surprise. His torch was missing, with a grimace he turned to head back out and find it. The door was shut.
He blinked, shock caused him to mimic a goldfish before he frowned and took several steps forwards and desperately tried the handle. It removed to even budge, it was jammed he couldn't lift it at all. The feeling of pure wrongness that filled his body with ice caused him to turn around and stare into the darkness in front of him, terrified that something would just come hurtling out of it wishing to grievously harm him.
When nothing instantly emerged he laughed weakly to himself, before he shook his head. He was obviously overreacting, there had to be a rational explanation to the door getting stuck like that, and his missing torch right? With another shake of his head he stepped forwards once more further away from the door, and suddenly the area just lit up, it flooded with light and he jumped. A staircase lay in front of him, taking up half of the hall, beyond it the hall led to more of the unnatural darkness and it also stretched away both left and right.
Nervously he looked both ways and eyed the creaking and shaking staircase. It really didn't look safe at all, not to him, but it couldn't hurt to check it out could it? A little more assured he approached the stairs, only to freeze upon hearing echoing footsteps, they mirrored he's footsteps, only they were heavier, with more power or weight behind them. With a small gulp he stumbled forwards, as soon as his foot rested on the bottom step though an unnatural screeching cry filled the air, his ears and echoed in his head.
With a loud yelp he jolted away from the stairs, arms automatically raising to cover his ears. As he stumbled away he slammed into a hard and extremely cold blockage. When his eyes opened in shock at the contact with the ground he was immediately chilled.
In front of his stood a hulking beast, it couldn't be natural, nor supernatural... but it definitely couldn't be an alien either. His mind couldn't really decide what it was, the grey being simply stood there, although he wasn't even sure if it was standing, since it's feet simply weren't there, it had legs though and arms that stretched seemingly right down to the ground, but it's body took up most of the area with it's head just sitting on top and it stared at him mouth open, bared in some kind of wicked grin.
“Uh... uh... I never meant to-” he was cut off as the monstrosity lumbered towards him, arms raising with glittering claws out. He desperately looked for a way out, only to quickly realise exactly how much of a corner he had backed into. He had no where at all to go, there was absolutely no escape route. The worst part of the whole thing, he realised belatedly was the fact that the voices had been trying to prevent this.
And he closed his eyes...
Blue eyes snapped open “Game Over”
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