Chapter 4: December 5th - The Twins' Experiments

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December 5th

I bent down and picked up a rock next to my feet. I threw it to the right as far as I could, and hoped for the best. As the rock collided with the tree bark making a loud 'crack', the two turned their heads to the sound. The woman nudged her head to her left, telling the man to go in that direction. They both disappeared out of my sight. Quickly, but quietly I snuck in the opposite direction.

I looked back to see if I had left any trails, but instead I saw the woman right in front of my face. Her eyes sharpened in a severe look. She had two different coloured irises. On her left was blue and the other was red. It was then that I noticed the thick stitches around her mouth and many more across her face. This made me horrified. She looked like a puppet that was torn numerously and had to be stitched up.

Her mouth turned into a crooked grin. She grabbed me by the collar of my attire at the moment when I turned around. Her hand that grabbed me was black, crisped, and little hairs stuck out of it. Her fingernails on that arm was long and I could feel the sharp ends digging into my skin.

"Yes, you will do perfectly." The woman licked her lips. Frantically I pushed her away, turned, and ran. I stumbled when she released me, but I regained my footing quickly. Behind me I heard her said, "After him!"

At this point, I did not want to look back and I ran as fast as I could, dodging over and under fallen trees. I heard hear the man's rough breathing behind me. His legs moving faster than mine.

"It can't run away from us!" He called.

The man was close, but I do not know the exact distance. All I could do was to keep on running. Appearing from a distance, I saw a glowing light. My thought was to go to it. The light turned out to be a three-levelled house. Moss infected all over the stone brick walls like a disease. I hoped that someone would be there to save me. The look of this house was eerie but never did I thought about that when I opened the door of the building. I slammed the door behind me and turned the lock so that it would stay locked. Everything went silent after that. I did not even get the chance to see if the man and the woman were still chasing me. I used this place and as an advantage to gather my breath.

I stood in the entrance of a large house. Although, this house was smaller, compared to that of the manor. The house was lit up by candles, which were placed along the walls in even spaces and hung from the ceiling.

A horrible stench filled my nose of rotten flesh, and excrement. My stomach clenched as I saw the floor covered in blood. The furniture were misplaced and were flipped upside down. This place was indeed haunting. Even so, it was enthralling.

Not wanting to linger here anymore, I went up the stairs to the second floor, hoping to find someone here. I entered into a room just next to me on my left. A room, that was supposed to be the study, turned out to be in ruins. The room was dimly lit and the bookshelves had no books. It was then that I spotted something that stood out, out of all things. In the room was a deformed, hairy beast lying on the table. It was facing toward the ceiling. The creature ahead of me had a snout of a hound and its body was covered in brown fur. Its left arm had been chopped off as sharp cutting tools were set aside of the table, right next to his head. The beast's blood flowed out from the deep cuts, trickling down into a pool on the floor as it laid there unmoving. I moved closer to it so that could examine the beast intently. It was indeed fascinating. A man with characteristics of a wolf, this was bizarre. At the same time, it was frightening. It somewhat had me imagining the man I had encountered with in the forest. However, their faces aren't really alike.

Its eyes suddenly opened, revealing glowing red irises. It grabbed hold of me. The beast took hold of my arm, its claws piercing into my sleeve. I yelped and tried to pull away. Instead, the beast reeled me in. The skin on its face scrunched up together as it snarled. Oh, how horrid its breath smelt and I wanted to get away so that I do not have to get my face ripped by its long, canine teeth.
"Remain..." the beast chocked. Its breathing was rigid as it said one last word, "death..."

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