Raining Hellfire 2

Chapter 6: Friends Help Other Friends Bury Their Cat

Returning to the Henderson house after witnessing a cat murder was proven to be worse when running on no sleep.

After you both managed to lock Dart in Dustin's room, you had dragged him to yours. Mostly because he was a little too terrified to stay in the same house as a mini Demogorgon. He had told his mother that he was sleeping over at Mike's which gave her the opportunity to also stay at a friends house after a night out.

When you had both arrived at Dustin's house, Mrs Henderson was frantic, asking if you had seen Mews. You both acted dumb, not really sure how to explain the cat's demise. So, instead, you both helped her look; calling different people in the neighbourhood and pretending to search. When it was clear that she wasn't going to leave, Dustin pretended someone had seen Mews and soon enough she was gone. She was so stressed that she didn't even question why you were there.

"Phew, okay, she's gone." Dustin announced, stepping away from the window and turning to you with a nod.

Since neither of you could fall asleep, you had come up with a plan to lead Dart out of the house and hopefully trap it before it could hurt anyone.

"Here." Dustin said, throwing a helmet at you. You managed to catch it without so much as a warning.

"What is this for?" You ask, staring at the helmet as if it was alien to you.

"Protection." He said, motioning at the his padded armour he was currently sporting.

"I only get a helmet?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I haven't got enough for us both". He explains, grabbing a hockey stick. When you leave the helmet on the table he starts to complain, "Whoa! What are you doing? Do you want to get hurt?"

"Dustin. I don't think a helmet will be much help if it attacks literally anywhere else." You criticised, gesturing to your whole body while walking to the fridge to gather what meat you could find.

"Yep, fair enough." Dustin nodded, adjusting his own gear.

After that you both worked quickly and efficiently in silence, closing any doors and creating a straight path of meat that led to the back garden. The plan, if it worked, was to lure Dart into the storm cellar and lock the doors behind him.

When the trap had been laid out, you followed Dustin into hiding, squeezing in the small shed with him. The space was a lot smaller than you thought which, to your realisation, meant you actually wouldn't be able to move quickly enough to shut those doors. And there was only one exit. Shit.

"This might actually be a terrible plan now that I'm thinking it through." You whispered.

"Shut up, he's coming!" Dustin hissed, stiffening his body until he was sure he wouldn't make any distracting movement.

From inside the shed, you could see Dart following the trail of meat through the cracks in the wooden panels. Seeing it in the daylight it looked scarily like the demogorgon that almost killed you. Just smaller.

Panic sets in. You couldn't figure out if it was from claustrophobia or the memory of your near death experience but you knew you wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

It only got worse when Dart suddenly stopped just above the steps leading down to the cellar. You held your breath, furrowing your brows. What was it doing?

As if you had said the words out loud, Dart suddenly whipped its head around, staring directly at the shed and hissing.

"Fuck." You whisper, looking to Dustin as you both moved away from the door, "What are we supposed to do now?"