the killer's obsession | the whistling man

Into The Basement We Go

"We are asking for death at this point."

"Could you not say stuff like that?" Forrest pleaded as you followed him holding up a chair.

He unlocked the door leading down to the basement, opening it and getting greeted by the creepiest, darkest staircase imaginable.

"Oh, fuck that." You mumble, thanking God you mindlessly brought your lighter to work that day as you pulled it out of your hoodie's pocket and flicked on the zippo to very briefly light the way.

"You're the one with the light, you first."

You turn to glare at Forrest before turning back and taking the first few steps.

A plank shifted under one of you making both of you stop in fright.

But seeing as it was nothing, you continued on until your reached the wall with one path leading to the right while there was a door on your immediate left.

"Did Peggy only give you the one key?" You ask Forrest before he approached the door to your left which lead down a dark room and to a broken elevator and another janitor's closet.

"Gee, this sure is something." You muttered, eyeballing the locker and closed off room that you both had walked a suspenseful-ly long way to get to.

"You never know," Forrest shrugged, opening the door before his smug grin dropped and face seemingly went pale.

You were immediately concerned.

"What?" You looked over his shoulder before your own jaw dropped.

Inside was a secret office, creepy mannequins standing about with faces drawn in red marker.

To the wall furthest from you guys was a board with red thread strung around various pictures and slips of newspaper and other clippings.

There were pictures of people hung up on red string hanging from wall to wall all around.

"What the hell did I just get myself into..?" You trailed off, utterly disturbed by this serial killer vibe-y room.

"Your guess is as good as mine..." Forrest matched your concern before walking inside and taking the board off the wall. "But shit knows I'm not staying here for long, let's move."

He leaves the closet, hauling the large board with him as you stepped aside.

But noticing a hole in the wall you walked closer.

There was a key?

You picked it up, looking it over before humming at the convenience.

Then snatching the key on the desk which you had spotted earlier you shrieked when you turned and saw the looming killer from earlier stepping in the door way before slamming the doors closed.

Forrest spun around, putting down the board before running over.

The killer charged at you making you grab the mannequin by your side and hurdling it at him.

He caught it but still stumbled back from the force before you shoved him into the sink to burst out the doors.

"Grab the board, let's go!!" You shout, scrambling to your feet making Forrest look into the locker, meeting eye to eye with the killer himself making the man shriek before grabbing one end of the board while you grabbed the other.

Then you both booked it up the stairs.

In the lobby while Peggy checked around reception for any clues, the two charged through the door slamming it shut and locking it behind you.

"Whoa! What's wrong?!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with worry.

"The killer.." Forrest panted. "He's down there."

"Shit, Let me help with this." Peggy began picking it up before spotting a picture and quickly tugging it off and tucking it into her jacket.

You eyeballed her for this but didn't question it yet as to not alert Forrest.

Back upstairs, the two set up the board against the wall while you reluctantly followed.

"What do you think all this is?" Peggy pondered, looking to Forrest.

"No idea... Maybe it'll help us figure out who's next." He knelt down, reading a clipping of an article.

"Here's hoping." You could've sworn Peggy sent you a glare out of the corner of your eye but when you turned to look her way she had her back turned to you.

You were examining the photos of possible future victims.

Soon enough when all the pieces had been put together and Forrest was able to figure out who was next, him and Peggy were off to save Chuck Brody.

While you stared at the on air sign above Forrest's doorway, you tilted your head, wondering what Peggy snatched out of view.

Knocking down the hallway broke you from your thoughts as you looked over.

You got up, wandering over to the bathrooms where you checked out all the stalls just in case.

All you found was a magazine about cars. It seemed useful enough and you rolled it up in your hands as you left.

But as you emerged, you saw the door leading to the cubicles just swing shut.

You walked up to the window inside, taking a peek in.

You couldn't see anything.

You went further, stepping into the cubicles office.

Out of curiosity and since you thought you could see everything, you walked down until you reached the window at the end of all the desks.

It had been opened and you figured it'd just been a draft and closed it.

Sticking the magazine in your back pocket, you peaked outside, spotting a rat scurrying around the dumpsters below.

Nothing special.

Turning however, you spot the familiar masked figure shutting the door behind them as they walked in.

(Meanwhiles, Peggy and Forrest are jamming out to Can't take my eyes off you)

You stumbled back against the blinds in shock.

"Come on! Again?!" You exclaimed, your eyes darting over to the big red toolbox on the last desk.

Running to it as the killer ran to close the distance, you picked up the biggest screwdriver.

But not fast enough before a sharp silver blade is forced through your shoulder and you're pinned to the wall.

You bit back a scream, reeling back your arm before burying the screwdriver you had armed yourself with into the killer's shoulder right back.

Their voice, you finally heard when they yelled, sounded gruff and low as they staggered backwards from you.

Then holding a hand over your wound which, much to your dismay still had the knife in it making you lurch in pain, you booked it for Peggy and Forrest's offices.

The killer was about to chase you but with a matching wound of his own, he panted out a moan before taking his leave down the fire escape.