Master of the Candle

Chapter 4

Zac opened his eyes, the lights seemed to flash before him and all he could make out was dark shadows dancing around the lights. His fall must've been pretty hard, he was still in shock that Beth had left him all alone at the bottom of the staircase with a psycho Abigail on the lose.

Abi was too focused on Beth and in the dark had ran right past him. As Zac got to his feet he felt a jab of pain shoot through his left leg, limping to the lounge attempting to find his friends. As Zac trudged through the dark he tripped over something.

"SHHH get down," Nat whispered and pulled him to the ground, "we are trying to kill abi or at least hurt her, she's possessed and if we don't kill her she will kill us." Nat handed zac a gun loaded with 2 bullets and pushed zac back on his feet. "Now go," she said.

Zac limped through the house with caution but he knew every moment he wasted was a moment that another squad member could die. He saw a slit of light coming through the downstairs bedroom. Zac knew he had to open the door but was scared of what lay there.

Creeeeeek... The door made a prolonged sound that made Zac cringe, sweat dripped down his face. It was too dark for him to make out anything but he took a step into the room. As he took a step his foot landed in something cold and liquidy, Zac got out his phone and shined the torch light on his foot, it was covered in blood.

A faint laugh could be heard with a voice coming next. This voice was no ordinary voice, in fact this voice was a voice that was not suppose to be heard. It was an all too familiar voice which said, "I'm not dead yet." The weight of the gun lay heavy in Zacs hand, the time had come to use it.