chapter 2: What's that sound?

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The house seems lower than I remember. There was never a door so wide reaching to the top. I walked to the door knocking once. No one answered. Knocking twice nothing again.

It seems no one's home. While I was about to walk away. The door slowly Creeped open. But there was no one there just an animal a cat at that. Black and white cat. Reminds of me of my childhood cat when I was younger. I used to take him everywhere with me. Picking him up I gently pet him. I spot something shiny around his neck. It seemed to be a collar which says lura.

"Well nice to meet you lura." Such a cute name. I wonder where his owner is.

"Hello, anyone here." No answer.

"Hello."

It seems no one is truly home then who opened the doors. Walking inside, the floor board creaking below me with each step I took. Again with the dead animals seriously it was a possum before now a deer. At least I think it is. I'm a little out of touch when it comes to identifying animals.

The house is gloomy and dark, the windows all open. Well it's better than nothing considering it's raining and I'm cold.

Loud footsteps hurrying down the hall

What was that. Sounded like something tumbling. Lura jumped out of my arms running straight ahead.

"Wait lura." I ran after him. We ended up at the end of the hall. I stopped, trying to catch my breath. Lura seems to be staring at a blank wall. Nothing is special about it except the same symbols I saw on the trees. I walked over to it slowly putting my hand on it.

"STOP!!!"

I snapped out of a trance quickly turning around. There she is my one and only sister who seems older. Wait older.

"Chantria." Walking closer to her.

"Don't touch that, do you not know how dangerous it is and who are you any way." Does she not recognize me.

"Chantria it's me Osiric your older brother." I said a little hurt my little sister seems to have forgetten who I am.

"Osiric, that, that's Impossible you went missing a year ago."

A year ago. I stumbled back. "Missing how was I missing you were the one missing." Everything is now all over the place.

"No you were I went all over looking for you and ended up here. Even if you are who you say you are there's no way I'll believe you." She says crossing her arms lifting her head slightly up.

"Oh really when you were Five you used to sneak into moms lab and attempted to clone me and our siblings because you said and I quote we weren't smart enough." I said crossing my arms trying my best not to laugh.

"OSIRIC that's not even in the slightest bit funny. I thought we promised to never repeat anything about that I was Five." She pouts and walks away. Meanwhile I couldn't stop laughing. To think if we hadn't heard her mumbling about it in her sleep she would've succeeded.

Following behind. I hugged her and we talked about what happened. Apparently she woke up in the same place I did saying she heard my voice also calling out to her. Odd considering I don't recall having any memory of doing such a thing.

She felt hurt and alone. She tried countless times searching for us but nothing. Then she ended up here.

It seems everything I have done to get to this point she has to. She's been hiding in here ever since. Trapped with nowhere to go. It as if something was preventing us from both going beyond this point but what.

Creak

"What's that." Said chantria.

"I don't know It seems to be from over there." We both stare at where the sound was coming from. Another creaking sound. Something isn't right before meeting chantria I heard tumbling.

"Chantria before meeting me did you trip somewhere."

"Trip? What do you mean I didn't trip. You did that's why I found you I heard someone tumbling like they fell off the stairs or something." She said looking a little confused.

"No I didn't, I thought it was you hence why I asked."
Something isn't right if it wasn't her and it wasn't me then what was it.

We heard loud footsteps getting closer and closer

"Osiric what is that."

We both got up and turned around slowly. Following the sound of the footsteps as it gets closer and closer. The rain still pouring as thunder strikes. Wind gushing through the open windows and a shadowy figure slowly approaching.

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