Endless Collisions ⚜ McCall

{EC} 10. Coding Carson

⚜ third person's p.o.v ⚜

"Who's there!" Carson shouted, pitching up at the stomach-churning sound of a wendigo's hissing. She grabbed the lamp from beside her bed, letting her frantic eyes scan the room. Carson hoisted up the lamp as she wasn't sure if what she heard was actually apart of reality. Her chest was heavily heaving up and down due to the uncontrollable pulse of her heart.

After Carson grasped the fact that the sound was only a twisted figment of her imagination, again, she settled the lamp back onto her night stand. Once a few moments of contemplation passed, she arose from her bed to head for a glass of water.

There was no way of predicting how Carson was going to handle having such a violent encounter with her most prominent phobia. How was she supposed to deal with something she never dealt with before?

As she headed towards her bedroom door, she paused right before she went to place her hand on the knob, noticing something out of the ordinary. Carson's eyes widened as the air she was exhaling release in clouds of fog.

It was cold. Freezing cold.

A series of shivers escaped from Carson's mouth as goosebumps then made an appearance onto her skin. "What the hell?" She muttered, bringing her hands up to her arms to make an attempt of warming herself. It was incredibly odd that she was freezing because being a werewolf heightens the level of warmth in your body. But that wasn't helping- not in the slightest.

Carson retreated back to her bed for her blanket, only to find a USB flash drive sitting perfectly where she once laid. She rose her eyebrows, looking around the room once more before she picked it up along with her blanket.

The drive's appearance was a total mystery to Carson but she didn't let this happening deter her from getting a much needed glass of water. As she opened the door of her bedroom and walked into the hallway, she gasped aloud as the door slammed shut behind her immediately.

Carson whimpered as she was then faced with a dark path- much like the passageway in the Walcott's house. She was no longer in the house she lives in with Alan, but she was somewhere else.

Carson treaded lightly as whispers flew around in her head, none of them actually telling her something clearly. As she turned her head to the side, she gathered that she was indeed inside the Walcott's house as the freezer's entrance became apparent.

She held her blanket tightly as she pushed through the freezer blinds, only to find the room majorly vacant. There weren't anymore bodies hanging from the ceiling nor was there a scent of blood.

All that stood in the room was a single laptop propped up on a table. Carson tilted her head as she eyed the lonely laptop and then allowed her eyes to fall down to the drive held between her fingers. She then advanced to the device, powering on the laptop before entering the drive.

"Oh my God." Carson breathed out as she watched different letters, numbers, and symbols immediately engulf the screen. The symbols were being loaded onto the screen continuously as the whispers that were swimming around her head only grew louder. Carson clutched onto her head as she staggered away from the laptop, the whispers becoming almost unbearable.

"You made it even easier for me." Carson pitched at the robotic sound, her hands slowly lowering from her head as she recognized the voice. When she finally turned around, Carson was met with an axe flying directly at her chest. But with a macabre twist, it wasn't the mouthless man who launched the axe- it was Sean.