The Light

Chapter 2

~Scarlet~

I laugh as I run deeper into the woods, with Sam hot on my trail.  I slow to walk as he catches up to, grabbing me from behind and spinning me in a circle.  I laugh as we both tumble to the ground.  He kisses my cheek and stands up, holding out his hand.  I take it and he helps me up, as we continue to walk through the part of the woods we have yet to explore.  We get to a small clearing type thing, and behind all the overgrown weeds and grass, stands a very old, small, windowless house.

Sam looks at me, a curious grin on his face, "Let's go check it out."

We walk around the old house.  The paint is peeling off, revealing the rotting wood beneath it.  Sam and I go back to the front and I place my foot on one of the rotting stairs.  The stair creaks under my weight and I look at Sam.

"You want to go in?" He asks.

I nod and make my way up the creaky old stairs.  The door has a rusty knob, and the wood is green with old mold.  I put my hand on the cold knob, and turn it.  I pull the door open, and step inside the abandoned house.  The musky smell inside was different. It smelled like mold, rotting wood, and something I coulden't quite place my finger on.  Something kind of like a graveyard almost. I shake it off and walk look around the room.  It must have been the main room when the house was occupied.  It was a fairly large room for the size of the house, with two doors that must lead to other places, a bed in the middle of the room with a bundle of blankets next to it, a small dresser in the corner, and two small light bulb that give the room a creepy glow.

One of the blankets catch my eye, it is almost flat on the ground, but looks like there is something under it? A bunch of books maybe? No, it is too weird of a shape to be books.  I point at the blanket, "Hey Sam, look."

Sam looks over from whatever he was doing at the blanket and takes a few steps closer to it.

"It almost looks like there is blood that has soaked into it," he says, pointing out the brown substence on the blanket, that looks suspiciously like old blood. 

I shrug, "Who ever lived here must have gotten a nose bleed or something."

Sam shakes his head and steps away from the blanket, "I don't know Scarlet, I don't think a nose bleed could cause that much blood. I think we should get out of here."

I roll my eyes, "Oh c'mon Sam, I at least want to know whats under it.  Maybe it's a bunch of books."

Sam bites his lip and sighs, "Scar..."

I look at him and tilt my head slightly.  I have always been the risk taker in this relationship.  I liked mysteries and I wasen't that easily scared.  I was into the paranormal things, as while Sam was sort of a lay low kind of guy.  He was normally really quiet in school, but was crazy once you got to know him.

"Please Sam? Just let me look under the blanket? I mean what harm could it do?"

Sam's blue eyes brighten, that go amazingly with his strawberry blond hair, when he gets nervous his blue grey eyes brighten.

He gives in, "Okay fine, go on ahead, but don't say I didn't worn you if something jumps out at you."

I roll my eyes and brush my jet black hair our of my face, "Please, I am not easily frightened."

I reach down and out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam bite his lip. I pull the blanket up and a shiver runs down my spine as I take in the sight that the bloody blanket was hiding.

~Sam~

"Holy shit.." I whisper.

I feel Sam come up behind me, suddenly scared.  I take in the girl laying in front of us.  She seems younger than Sam and i, maybe twelve or thirteen.  She has light brown, way hair that falls a little bit past her shoulders, and her green grey eyes, stare at the ceiling.  Her grey shirt, is brown in a large patch right by her heart.  The carpet by the girl is stained a light brown color. Blood. Oh and she is not breathing.

"S-sam?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Does she look familiar to you?"

I look at the brown haired corpse and nod slightly, yeah she does, but I can't really place her face."

"Well we better go and tell somebody!"

I nod and walk to the old door, turning the knob, but the door stays shut.

"What the hell? Scarlet can a door lock from the outside?"

Scarlet looks at me, "I don't know, I mean I guess it could."

I  try again and shrugs, "Well it looks like we will be here for a little while, so let's look around."

Scarlet nods, putting a blanket over the girl's body and looks around.  I head over to the dresser and open the first drawer, pulling out an old, dust covered newspaper.  I skim over some of the articles until one cathches my eye.

'Twelve year old Elizabeth Allen went missing two days ago on July 16, 2007.  Her parents are very worried and want her back.  They are offering a generious award for any information regarding the the whereabouts of their missing daughter, and even more of a reward for the return of young Elizabeth.'

I speak without looking up from the newspaper, "Hey Scar come here."

She walks over to me, looking over my shoulder so she can see the paper. I turn my head to look into her bright green eyes, "I think I know who the girl is.

"Elizabeth Allen," the both of us say at the same time.