She coughed up a few pieces of phlegm in the process, looking slightly disgusted with herself as she flicked the phlegm off of her hand and continued carefully descending the stairs. She shook the flashlight a few times before turning it on, continuously panning the light from side to side. On one hand, she was begging to spot anything out of the ordinary, anything that would settle this feeling in her heart and prove her right about worrying so much. However, on the other hand, she had just prayed that this basement trip would be quick and normal, with her safely returning to her sister and father with the planks in hand. She eventually took a couple more steps down the stairs, finding herself at ground level at last. The ground was cold and old, caked in dust and God-knows-what-else. A few small mice ran around now and then, giving her a bit of a scare. To her, it was like the universe was teasing her when the mice scurried about, mocking her for her fears.
Souris turned on the basement light, which flickered on and off for a few seconds before eventually steadily illuminating the room. It was a bit dim, but helpful nonetheless. Time slowed down as she looked around, flashlight in hand. Souris turned the right, slowly walking around the staircase and towards the storage room. A few old boxes were stacked near the storage room, mostly full of clothes and old toys. By now, as she approached the storage room, Souris was using the collar of her shirt as a makeshift mask. She gently grabbed the door handle, and with the hope of a thousand gods, slowly opened the door. It was pitch black inside, no noise and no movement to be seen. She slowly crept inwards, reaching around the door frame and towards the wall as she turned on the light. Surprisingly, it had come on right away, swiftly illuminating the room with a bright light. Several boxes and empty shelves were scattered around the storage room, but only one wooden plank in sight that was placed in the corner of the room. She sighed heavily to herself in annoyance, dusting off the plank and then carrying it under her arm.
It was lighter than expected, and so she had hoped this would be an easy task. She turned around, turning off the light of the storage room and walking out. However, once she took a few steps away from the room, she had laid her eyes on a large bottle of Raid bug spray that was placed on the wall of tools in front of the staircase. It caught her eye for some unknown reason, but she didn't seem to put too much thought into it. Her undying fear had dissipated for the most part, as she was now focused on getting her task done and moving on with her day. She walked around the staircase until she had found the door leading to their old laundry room. Without much thought, she quickly opened the door and turned on the light, allowing it flicker and settle before she walked in.
Behind her, she heard a strange gurgling sound. Although subtle as could be, she could still hear it from a bit of a distance. She brushed it off at first, walking deeper into the old laundry room. To her surprise, she found plenty of wooden planks scattered throughout the laundry room once she walked deep enough. Some were hidden behind the old washing machines, and others were laying around on the floor and propped up on the walls. She proceeded with caution, grabbing the remaining wooden planks and carrying them under her arm. However, once she was done looking for planks of wood and turned around to leave, her heart dropped. She didn't believe it to be real at first, and so she blinked a few times.
Right in front of her in the corner of the wall outside of the laundry room was the monster she had dreamt of. The same monster that caused her to wake up in a cold, trembling sweat, scared for her family's life as well as her own. Its arm-like structures attached to the walls beside it and the floor in front of it to keep it in place, as if docking itself. The arm-like structures looked to be firm, but the body of the monster looked wet, slimy and overall About two feet away from the monster was a hole in the wall that looked to have been made by mice, judging by the dead mouse just inches away from the hole. However, it didn't look like an old mouse corpse. It looked fresh, as if it had died just minutes ago, which disturbed her quite a bit more. The monster was making wet grumbling sounds, as well as spitting out small bits of that acid she saw in her dreams. Her mind was racing with denial, hoping it was just some weird hallucination she was having because of her stress. However, as she took a small step closer towards the monster, its grumbles became louder and more distressed as it then began aiming its attack of acid towards her. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as she had just barely dodged the first attack.
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The Haze's Flow
Horror[NON-MANGA VERSION] After an eventful start to a much-needed summer break, Souris, her sister Samson, and her father started to notice a sort of haze building up around their small town. However. It's not any normal haze.
