The Curtains - Izma

CHAPTER 3

"Why were you guys screaming", others hasted towards us, their breaths were jagged, drenched in sweat and legs were shivered.

Edward hustled and zipped the bag so others won't get scared too,

"We found something here, looks like a cellar to me", he said in infuriation, voice was so deterred but deep.

They began to disrupt the chains, loud bangs slammed the quiet walls, we were halted near the tarnished old brown book shelf, dusty photo frames were sited on the top right, picturizing the old golden era.

I was still unable to rectify, was it my consciousness that I saw that girl in the mirror or just my mind playing few dirty tricks on me.

I felt tangled with a distinct intensity, the girl in the mirror was gawking her face, striding her hand towards me.

"Emma! The door is open let's go" Will bellowed by holding a broken chunk of heavy metal door and wrapping the chains around his neck.

The room was just like a chamber, it was hollow and dark, a scent of dust hassled the oxygen to breath properly, only one small coping gave cellar some light, enabling us to see giant Chinese traditional sculptures.

Lighting up the ground we jumped in and steps were taken ahead.

Sculptures were quite visible now, expensive crafting was being done, walls just reflects the old culture, bit grey with combination of white shade, nude colors were being used on ceiling of acrylic tiles.

As my roaming eyes were just admiring the ancient art, it fell over a piece of broken glass. I gently walked towards it, which was laid underneath the couch.

A creepy music of Twinkle Twinkle poem was coming from it.

My heart was beating like drums, hands were shaking. I kneeled down to check if it was impending beneath the couch.

There was a bizarre smell of fester like the couch was soaked with blood. The smell was so vibrant as if the couch was washed with blood.

Flouting my instincts which were shouting don't look, I laid down my head on floor, eyes were half closed with terror, hair got wide spread on the floor, holding a torch, I exposed myself to see the source of sound or it was another hallucination.

Eyes got wide open, hands were stiff, I saw something.

I paused, gasping loud, lips were stretched with fear. Someone was standing right there, just behind the couch.

Her legs were completely scorched, tissues were wrapped around the knees, full of bruises, blood was oozing, disrupting the floor.