Down Dury Lane

Part 3- Regrets and Agony

Jack now stood in the kitchen, the only sound was his feet tapping against the linoleum flooring and the door behind swinging on its hinges. The air felt stale and dry to the touch, the door finally swinging shut to the position it was before Jack had pushed it open, the orange glow of the sun came through the windows as it did in the living room but somehow it felt dark and inky.
He let out a soft hum as he started to look around the room with an insouciant show of concern, a glass jar sat on the counter close to the sink, colourful candy balls that reminded him of the ones he would get when he went with his mother to the corner store made his mouth water slightly. Boasting himself up onto the counter with almost no struggle, his hand slid to the glass topped on the jar and took it off with a small "CLINK". Jack took the shiny red candy ball into his hand, licking his lips, beforing bringing it to his mouth.
The hard candy coating tasted like sweet cherries in his mouth as he bit into the shiny ball, then he felt liquid and bitter fill his mouth. Spitting it out onto the floor, as red and white liquid begins to leak from his mouth mixing as it comes down. The glossy ball had cracked on impact as Jack spat out whatever was left in his mouth. His eyes widened as he saw it, something that would give him nightmares.
A part of an eyeball sat on the floor, rolled flat to show the bloodshot white sclera around the also flogging pupil and just visible brown hazy iris.
Next thing Jack knew a blood curdling scream escaped from his throat as his feet started moving before the rest of him, almost landing him on the floor as he raced from where he had come from straight down the dark hallway across. Running down whatever way he could find to get as far as he can away from the kitchen, panting hard as his feet finally stopped. His back hit against a wall and slid down it until he was sitting. Wasting no time as he began to frantically wipe his mouth on his arms trying to get everything away. Slowly the liquid started to wipe away only leaving like a metallic aftertaste in his mouth, the hall was dark, only light that appeared was slivers of yellow light that could be seen around the cracks between the door and its frame. Jack scouted himself over to the door seeing how it wasn't fully closed, slipping his fingers between the gap he took a hold of the door and pulled it open.
The door creaked open revealing a wooden staircase leading down to the basement with a room where the light was coming from. Hoisting himself up to his feet his eye caught focus on a lock, there was a lock and bolts that were supposed to be opened with a key but were now unlocked and giving him access. Thoughts started to race through his mind as his mind tried piecing things together. "Maybe she was down there, maybe she could help me"He thought as he surveyed the stairs. Squeaks came from them as he took steps down taking his time until he hit the concrete floor of the basement.
The basement was open only having a wooden pillar in the middle of the room along with what looked like a twin mattress in the far corner away from everything, Jack traveled his feet slowly as he looked all around his panic started to arise once again. He stood in the middle of the room right under the small lightbulb and over a crimson stained drain, Jack looked down at the floor streams of red shades covered the concert. One that still looked wet came from the direction of the mattress, following the stream up until it came into view. He held back another scream as his eyes looked, the mattress was not white but red and burgundy that looked almost brown. A pair of rusting shackles sat in the middle of it that was attached to the wall above. Jack walked closer, picturing the gruesome scene that had happened here, right below where the chain was attached was drawings, drawings that looked like he would make for his mom when he was younger. Drawings that both looked like they were made with blood and crayons, drawings that had pictures of houses, flowers and smiling people.
"No...please no.."
One was still fresh, a drop was still traveling down the wall from where "Help" was written in bright red blood. He stood frozen, breath stopped and slowed. He started to regret more and more not coming here, maybe just believing Andie when she spoke, took her word.
"CRASH!" "Drip..Drip"
Jack jumped landing back against the mattress, a scream came once again as he was almost curled into the fetal position tears starting to come down his cheeks as he kept his eyes closed. "Drip....Drip....Drip"
Nothing happened, nothing jumped out to eat him, nothing came and snatched him up, only thing that was in motion was the sound of the repeated drips, that almost seemed to have developed a rhythm. Looking up from where he was to where the sound was coming from, seeing a brown ugly curtain tied to the frame that gave way to another room. His glossy eyes looked back and forth between the curtain and the stairs, to him this could be the only chance to get out, to escape but then what would be the reason for coming here in the first place. He came here to find out what happened to Matthew and what kind of friend would he be if he didn do exactly that.
Lifting himself up from the ground, cheeks stained with lines from his tears but he wiped them away.
"Don't worry Matthew I-I'm coming for you"
Jack took a deep breath before slowly moving his feet in the direction of the curtain. Yes, he did feel angst fill his body and mind but what could have been worse?
Regret took place as he stepped into the room, it was horrific, something that made Jack disgusted and terrified for his life. It was a storage closet.

The dark room was lit by the small window at the end, shelves pushed to each side and a table sat under the window. Lined with jars and wooden boxes, something sat on the very top shelf, something that attached a swarm of flies. Jack felt like something's gaze was on him, someone that wouldn't look away. That's when he realized what was held in the jars, something that reminded him of Frankenstein.
Varieties of human body fragments. Everything you could think of was sliced up and jarred up in some sort of yellow-ish liquid. Jack couldn't see any full body limb but he did see skin, bones and what was looking at him, a bright pair of green eyes that had been cut out of someone sat against the shelf, it had been the thing that smashed. Pieces of glass laid around it with a shallow puddle of the yellow looking liquid that was dripping down.
"Drip.....Drip"
Jack continued to walk forward feeling like his heart would pop out of his chest because of how it was beating. Jack came to the table, two things were laid on it, a pair of knives and a calendar which had marked dates that read "Feeding time" in bright red ink. That day's date wasn't circled though and this gave Jack a scrap of hope that maybe Matthew didn't end up like this, didn't end up in a jar.
That hope didn't last long. When Jack decided to look up to see what was attracting the flies he saw Matthew's head sat beside a girl's head whose name was Alli who he knew from school. That had been what was attracting the flies along with many other insects along with it.
That's when things went black to Jack, the last thing he heard was the sound of the curtain beforing meeting his demise on that very late sunny afternoon.