The wind was whistling through the boarded up windows. The noise itself wasn’t scary but being in a house with no escape. Now THAT’S scary. It wasn’t all bad Roxett had company. He was tall; he had short hair as black as the deepest part of space. He seemed confidant like there was never any doubt in his mind about anything he did. Roxett had never felt the need to ask for a name. He didn’t speak too much but when he did it was worth listening to. Even though the house was dimly lit, he seemed to cast no shadow. He was not the type of person you would like to get into a fight with. Roxett was at medium height. She was 23 years of age and she had long, Glossy, Brown hair that went halfway down her torso. Lightning struck and Roxett Jumped, she was terrified. She couldn’t remember why she was here, how she got here and where here was. She was confused and there seemed to be no escape. The doors wouldn’t budge, the windows were boarded up. It seemed like a pointless effort trying to get out. The house was completely furniture less. No chairs, tables, bookshelves not even nightstands.
Roxett had started to lose all hope in escape, negative thoughts had infiltrated her head and wouldn’t release her, and they kept dragging her thoughts down. She felt so helpless and alone. But she wasn’t alone. The tall dark-haired man was right next to her, following her like a shadow. Usually she would be frightened by this behaviour but for some reason she didn’t mind. He seemed perfectly harmless. Well to her anyway. There was something about him that made her curious. She had never seen this man before but she felt like she had known him for her whole life.
Thunder boomed again and it started raining heavily, the loud sound of water droplets rattling on the iron roof made it hard to think. Roxett had had enough of sitting around and figured that there must be a way out or they wouldn’t have been able to have gotten inside. Unless there was another inside with them… The thought of this was terrifying. For all they knew there was a serial killer inside with them. Roxett started to become paranoid. She started freaking out. The man looked hurt. As if every tiny thing that hurt Roxett, was amplified upon himself hundreds of times more. However he managed to calm Roxett down enough to stop his pain.
He helped Roxett to her feet and he told her that she should begin to look for a way out; he got into her head and made here believe that there was nothing to be
afraid of. First they began to search the basement. Roxett counted 22 steps down into the darkness and the mysterious man was right behind her. Roxett’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness. The basement floor was marble and there were cobwebs over the workbench. Hope rushed through Roxett as she desperately searched for some tool that may help. A crowbar, power saw or even a hammer but no such thing was found. Her hopes had been demolished. Suddenly Roxett collapsed and fell to the floor.
Blinding light filled Roxett’s vision as she slowly woke. As her vision cleared up she saw her male companion standing with his back to her. “Finally you’re awake” he says emotionlessly. “Yeah…how long….?” Roxett sluggishly asks. “Almost four hours” he says. “FOUR HOURS!?” she gasps. “What happened to me? Do you know?” “You passed out from panicking too much. Don’t worry it happens to a lot of people”. A low sigh escapes Roxett’s lips “let’s keep searching then”. Roxett takes to the stairs again but this time heads up them.
It gets darker as they entered the upstairs passageway. On the left there was a door. An old wooden door with a pattern carved into the centre of it. It looked like a code of some sort but Roxett disregarded it completely. They entered the room. The room was massive and completely empty except for another door that led to a wardrobe, a canopy bed and the drawers next to the bed. Roxett dived towards the drawers and rummaged through them. Sadly she only found a box of matches, a torch and a metal skewer. Next she tried the bed. She yanked the mattress off and again disappointment swept through her body. There was one last place to look….The wardrobe. With one half-hearted effort, Roxett tried the wardrobe handle; she clasped her hand around the hard wooden ball and gave it a gentle tug. The door slowly began to open but suddenly the handle popped off. “Shit” Roxett exclaimed.
Turning the small wooden handle in her hand, Roxett examined the hole in the wardrobe door. It could be opened by sliding a thin metal rod into the hole, applying pressure to the side and pulling out. “Wait….The drawer!” Roxett gasped. She ran to the drawer and threw the Drawer open and snatched up the metal skewer and thrust it into the wardrobe. For the first time she glanced at her ‘partner’ and realised how distant he seemed. This made her feel uncomfortable, She felt as if something terrible was about to happen. She shrugged it off and continued working on the door. With one final tug she got the door open.
The door squeaked on its old, rusty hinges. Roxett peered around the door and into the wardrobe. There were boxes packed into the bottom of the closet. Roxett pulled them out and rummaged through them, pulling out books and drawings. All useless. In complete frustration, Roxett threw the boxes at the wardrobe wall. The wall crumbled and exposed a hidden passageway. Roxett looked stunned. She glanced at the man again, He looked uncomfortable. Roxett tore at the wall trying to make the small opening bigger. It was a good thing that the wood was old and fragile, it was breaking away fairly easily. The hole was just big enough for Roxett to slip through with ease. “Are you coming?” Roxett called back. “No” he said firmly.
“You’re just going to stay here?” Roxett asked with concern. This figure still made her feel strangely uncomfortable “No, I’ll leave when I have no purpose here to fulfil” he explained with no emotion whatsoever, as if he were a drone. “Wha? So….you know why we’re here and how to get out?” Roxett struggled to understand. “Yes. I know why we’re here. Where here is and how to get out” he muttered. “Then why? I don’t know who you are or any of this stuff. I’m so confused. I only wish to get out of this place” Roxett began to crawl through the hole she made but stopped when she felt an Ice cold hand on her shoulder.
Like a doll, Roxett was pulled up by her arm, Held in mid-air. Roxett tried to scream but she couldn’t open her mouth. As if her lips were sealed by an invisible force. “You’re not going anywhere. I can’t allow you to leave my house.” He mumbled. “MMMMPHH!” Roxett tried to scream. “Don’t bother trying to scream. Don’t bother trying to run. I will always be there. To stop you. You want to know who I am.” “Who are you” Roxett gasped, suddenly able to speak. “I am Death”
