Little House

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A sweet, strong aroma filled the room, hypnotising Caleb with its irresistible scent. He washed towards it. Slowly, slowly. Edging slowly. Ever so slowly. Slowly towards a cup. No, not a cup, a mug even. A mug filled with what seemed like tea, well, something that looked like tea anywho. Closer, closer. Closer till he was just above it, able to reach down with his hands and touch it. He was just about to but that was his plan before Anne backhandedly slapped him across the face and gripped at his shoulders. In a firm and sternly fashion she said "Caleb, are you seriously dumb? God, Caleb" she shook her head and looked at the ground for awhile before bestowing her glare apon Caleb again "Caleb, you cant do that. We don't know what's in here or that. For all we know, it might be poisoned..." 

Caleb attempted to break free of her grip, wriggling, saying "but it smells so good..." 

"I'm not going to let you drink it." Anne said, standing her ground and tightening her grip, tighter than before.

"BUT I WANT IT!" he roared punching his fist right into her cheek sending her to the ground. A moment of silence. Ten seconds. Ten seconds of silence. Ten seconds of Anne looking at Caleb and him looking back. The blow of Anne's cheek wasn't hard enough to knock her out, lucky for that. Ignoring Anne and turning away, Caleb grasped the cup of warm sweat seemed to be tea and drank it. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face only then to be replaced by a face of fear, twisted in terror. And almost at once, something was happening to him. Anne watched. Crash. He'd dropped the mug and all it's contents.   Screaming. Screams of pain. Strong pains. That's when Anne noticed something herself and started screaming also. Red. Red blood. Blood what streaming out his skin like an open waterfall. This went on for awhile and Anne sat there, laying even, screaming in terror at the sight till it were over. That's when she noticed something. Something in the darkness. Something was there.  "He-hello?" She asked out, picking herself off the floor. She could sense something. Something lurking in the darkness. Something out there watching her and her every move with anticipation, like it was the one who put the mug there. Anne couldn't yet see what she thought was out there. "Come out, please" she said grabbing a sheet of metal from beside her. A raspy mew answered her, followed a Tom pouncing at her face and knocking her straight out.