"What.The fuck.....was that?",Charlotte points to the possessed phone that has been stomped on by me.
"And how in hell did that appear on your phone?", my ex girlfriend questions looking down to hide her disgust and sorrow for the dead body.
Her eyeliner is smeared under her eyes, so has Alice's and Charlotte's. It looks as if they wanted to attempt what girls call 'the smoky eyeshadow' but failed miserably, now looking like what I call 'midnight whores'. Except from Hannah. She could never look like a whore. She doesn't even have to try to look beautiful, she already is even after she wakes up from a good night's sleep.
What the hell is wrong with you Harry?
And what's with girls wearing eyeliner all the time?
"I...I dunno", I stammer. Why the fuck am I shaking and why are my hands too?That shriek. That video. If I find out who is behind this shit, I'm gonna rip their head off and post it to his or her family. But this is all just bullshit.
A puny little girl ,who looks as if she's eight, couldn't be behind the murder of a 17 year old, who works out in a gym everyday. That's just messed up.
So is her hair
"Where's that album?", Brian keeps pacing around the room, rummaging through the drawers after I sit down on my soft spot.
"It's under that couch", Charlotte points to wear I'm sitting.Brian skips over to my direction and places his head on the solid ground, looking underneath directly at the dark shadow. He then reaches his arm, trying to find the book an-
"What the fuck!", Brian yells ,quickly moving his arm away from under where I'm beginning to doze off. I rapidly stand up from the couch and stand next Brian.
"What, what is it?!", Charlotte gasps, clinging on to Brian's arm.
"Something moved underneath and was about to tear my arm off!"
This doesn't make any sense so due to my rage, I flip the couch over and there the brown book is, flat on its back .Nothing else to be seen except the thick album that is waiting to be opened again.
Brian straightaway picks it up and looks through the pictures . They're all still there in order.
"This is the girl who was seen in the video, right?", he turns around the book so it is facing the three of us with the picture of the little girl and her mother. It's not certain because her face was covered with her black hair but I guess it fits the picture.
"Whilst you guys were upstairs, Charlotte and I discovered something in these pictures."
Hannah and I nod whilst Alice looks like she doesn't give a shit to what he's inferring.
"Something disturbing", he finishes of then closes the book.
"What do you mean?",Hannah obliges.
"Follow me".
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Brians leads us to a dark room, I think it's called. A red light is on and there are loads of bottles and pills stacked up on the shelves. Mostly bottles though like the ones that carry acid in science lessons. Also there are many strings attached from the ceiling to across the room like a washing line or fishing string.
Brian walks over to the desk against the hideous wall that has holes and chips to make it uneven, and takes out a tray already filled with that acid or some special shit that looks like water.
"What are you doing?", I ask as he's taking out the photos from the album. The dickhead doesn't answer my question and starts placing the photos carefully in the water-or acid.Then he takes them out with a tweezer, pinching on the corners and hangs the photos on the string line.
"All right we need to-"
A loud rocking sound is heard but when we turn around, nothing is there. It had stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, a loud shriek is heard. That same shriek. The shrieking of the little girl.It sounds unreal, unearthly and unexplained. We all cover our ears and screw our eyes shut as the sound is now more powerful and piercing. It's as if the little girl is now in this room.
The sound is too loud now and the objects around us is shaking. The room keeps flashing and the lights are dimming. Its not stopping until it makes us deaf.
I've had enough of this.
"Stop now!", I scream. It's still making the unhuman sound.
"Shut it!". My attempts are failing and my friends can't take it anymore.
"I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!", I exclaim and just like that, everything fell silent. I can't believe that worked. It was just a lame line from Drag Me To Hell.
Slowly I started to open up my eyes and noticed that the room was left in a mess. Pictures scattered across the ground. Broken glass everywhere. And the album...gone missing.
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Lights Out!
HorrorSix teenagers stay the night at the Old Chesterville Manor where it is said to be haunted . However these teenagers aren't afraid as they all think it is one big lie and it is a dare to win 1500 dollars. What will await them there? Can they really s...
