Smoking Power

Chapter 4

"What do you mean, you volunteer me?" Declan looks appalled at my wonderful idea.

Amber nods along with me, "yep I agree with Micky 'ere. Sometimes ya just needa man up and open the port 'ole lid."

Declan looks between the two of us and huffs in annoyance, "Fine but if I die horrifically or get cursed for opening this stupid thing then I am blaming you two."

Declan gives us one last glare and grabs the handle on it. It groans and creaks from not being opened for the last couple of decades. Declan grunts with effort, but it eventually pops open. An old musty smell fills the air from the ancient bomb shelter.

We all stand up and peer down at it as if waiting for some unknown monster to come up from it and eat us. "Ladies first." Declan smugly says to Amber and I.

"I volunteer Micky 'ere." Amber quickly points to me.

My grumbles of protest go unnoticed as Declan and Amber push me towards the hatch. Who decided our evacuation spot should be here? I take a final deep breath of clean, fresh air, grab the first railing and swing myself down.

The old rickety decayed floor boards creak from my weight. I give one final glance at Amber and Declan and turn around to look at my surroundings. It's pitch black, I can't see anything at all. I can feel my eyes getting hot as they light up into a flame around the iris.

With my own torch like eyes I can see old computer monitors, several old rifles and grenades that look like they should be in a museum. All in all its a pretty small one roomed bunker.

I turn back to see Amber and Declan anxiously looking at me. "Well what are you two waiting for? You can't expect me to be the only one who'll get haunted from being here."

Amber looks doubtful but climbs down the ladder anyway and waits behind me. Declan on the other hand looks like he's about to wet his pants, "Did you, did you actually see one?" He clasps and unclasps his hands in nervousness, "I mean did you like, actually see a ghost or anything?"

I roll my eyes at him, the light bounces of the walls as I do so, "No of course not. Just get down here before I die of old age and haunt you myself."

My threat must be persuasive enough for Declan because he slowly climbs down the ladder and practically runs over to us. "Right now that's all sorted out. We can get some light in 'ere." Amber drags me to a wall with heaps of switches and monitors. She moves my head so I'm looking at a couple of blue wires and grey buttons. "Don't ya dare blink. I need light."

"Bossy much?" I ask as I stare at the box without blinking. I watch as she fiddles with all the wires, pulling some out of their sockets. Eventually the messy blue blob of wires so they look normal.

She hovers her fingers above the Gray buttons and looks at my now watering eyes,"Here goes nothin'" Amber pushes the buttons. The overhead lights creak. I can feel Declan shuffle closer to us. They flicker a couple of times but eventually stay on.

"And we have light!" I over excitedly do a fist pump in the air as I feel my eyes returning to their normal emerald colour.

"I think I underestimated how old and creepy this place really is." Declan comments as we look at the old technology and colours that was once popular.

"Ok Amber seeing as though you are our tech-o-genius. You need to find what is going on at the homestead." I say to her. She nods and pulls out some of her equipment from the plane that we packed.

"Ya better get comfy you two 'cause we might be 'ere for awhile." She plonks her self down in a dusty corner and starts to type away. Declan and I sit down next to her so we form a triangle of some sort.

The minutes ticks away and soon we've been sitting here in the exact same position for at least three hours. My left leg has long since fallen asleep and my phone is now on 13% battery after completing fifteen levels on Candy Crush, I am now stuck on the challenges.

I'm about to get up to stretch my legs when I hear a quiet yet ear piercing, screeching noise behind me. Kind of like when someone has wet hands and slides them across a balloon.

We all tense up but Declan looks like he just did wet his pants,"Wh-wh-what was th-tha-that?" He manages to quietly stutter out. The lights flicker a couple of times but eventually turn off for good.

I turn and look at Declan dead in the eye, "check it out."

Declans eyes widen for a second before hardening, he knows what he has to do. He nods his head, within a hundredth of a second he's gone. I hear the small whooshes of wind as he runs at lightning speed around, but I also hear the same wet-hand-balloon noise in the darkness.

I gulp. What in the world is this? Dr. Who episode gone wrong? I let out a small yelp when Declan stops in front of Amber and I. "Micky, there's nothing there I can't see anyth-" Declan gets short by his leg being pulled back.

Amber and I leap forward and try to grab his arms but something cold and slimy holds our arms in place, stopping us from doing anything to help. Amber makes a small whimper with the strange and scary feeling of being hopeless. Declan stops being dragged so he's a couple of meters away from us.

I hear more screechy balloon noises. It almost sounds like some crazy unknown language being spoken. My eyes haven't had time to change to fiery lights yet so I have no idea what is going on, all I know is that we're all stuck here by something that we have never encounted before.

My arms and legs are pinned down by freezing hands. I try to wriggle away but the hands feel steel boulders on me. I can feel Amber and Declan having the same problem as me. So I do the only thing I can do.

My skin were the cold, slimy, heavy, invisible hands are heats up rapidly. The hands lose their grip a bit and the screechy balloon noise sounds again around me but this time it's a higher pitch like whatever they are, are in pain.

With my skin approaching the heat of an oven, the things around me let out one final screech and let go of me. I let out a frustrated but satisfied breath and stand up. My eyes light up into fiery orbs allowing me to see again.

In front of me stands a grey phantom looking figure. I look at Declan and Amber, slowly the invisible figures fade into visible grey fantoms, each holding down a limb. Along one wall stands another row of these Things. Still, none of them are as tall or as big looking as the one in front of me.

The thing raises its head and says in the same screechy voice, "you're playing with fire you know."

I smirk back at it,"well I love to play with fire." I say as my hand erupts into a boiling ball of flames. It's on buddy.

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