A Little Bit Of Hell

Chapter 12

Charlie's POV

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Luna and Indira are spending the night tonight with us four (Ash is here to, acting sort of like a caretaker like he always fucking is). Lia can't come, so it'll just be the other two.
Rue stormed up to her room after she got those stalker texts, Ash went up after her to comfort her. Its creepy, how the fuck would he have gotten her number? Ruth taps me on the shoulder, And by the look of her face I can tell she has another horrible idea. "Wanna find this fucker?" She says in a creepily desensitised voice, making some sort uninterested face. I can't help but laugh. "Whats that mean?" I joke, not actually taking her seriously. "If Rue's stalker is still trying to break in, we can hunt him down and kill the cunt!"  She makes an emotionless smile. I tilt my head, looking at her as if shes off her face. Shes being serious. Oh god, not another on of her dumbass ideas that usually go wrong. "Your dead serious, aren't you?" A dry smile spreads across her face. "No, but we can follow him back to his filthy cave, then get the cops to kill him." She sneers and licks her teeth. I roll my eyes. "No, for fucks sake! All your fucking plans go wrong!" I say, as I follow her through to the living room. She runs around, grabbing her phone and my dads old revolver From inside the vase on the fireplace. That things huge, 45. Caliber, I doubt she'll barely be able to fire it without knocking herself out. "What are you waiting for? Grab your grandfathers riffle! Do you want to get stabbed?" She goes to the door, looking out of the window. "Ruth, what the hell are you doing?" I sigh, getting my grandfathers riffle from under the stairs. I'm the only one who can properly use it without injuring myself (injuring myself to bad, I'm small, I always end up with a sore shoulder and a badass bruise after firing it), my father taught me how to use it before he died. "I'm looking for Rue's stalker.." She says quietly, trailing off at the end as if she's not paying attention. I'm starting to think maybe she found Damien's vodka. Fuck me dead, I'm just gonna do this to shut her up. "Okay, fine. Lets go. But I'm only doing this to shut you up." She nods and starts laughing like a little girl, a weird glint in her eye. I walk to the door, and look out the window as well. I see movement behind the old shed, and then clear as day, we both see the same hooded creep from the night before creep off into the night in the same animalistic manner he did last night. "Get your skinny ass out there!" She Moves to the side to let me get to the door. I look at her for a second. "Go before I kick your ass." she says laughing a bit, gesturing for me to walk out the door. I roll eyes, Opening the door and creeping out into the cold night. She follows close behind.

We try to keep him in sight, following his general direction whenever we loose sure of him. It's so strange, I know every inch of these woods, but this place is so different, I've never seen any forest like it. It might just be the fact that it's dark, and I'm scared, but it almost seems like... I'm walking through every forest in the world at the same time. I could have sworn I just saw a section in the distance, covered in snow with trees I've never seen before. He heads to a structure among the foreign trees, and I strain to see, until we get into a small clearing. In the center of the clearing theres an abandoned, creepy looking gothic mansion, bigger then Ruth's. Its beautiful, really... In a macabre, disturbing kind of way... A few broken, unused fountains filled with mold, moss and dead leaves where the water should be sit surrounding the mansion. Masked creep goes up to the tall double door entrance, and goes in. Surprisingly from the glimpse of what we saw, it isn't as dilapidated inside. I cant really see anything, due to my distance and angle, and also the dim lighting inside, I only catch a small glimpse of dusty chandeliers (not giving off much light) shiny, black marble floors caked with dust and cobwebs, crimson red walls of satin wallpaper covered with cobwebs, the satin ripped and torn, falling off and certain sections revealing grey stained concrete walls. the whole place is dusty, and full of cobwebs in the high ceiling corners and on the chandeliers, again, the place is beautiful, but dark and creepy, the whole place has a very old-fashioned gothic look to it. Ruth looks at me with a mischievous, evil smirk. My stomach drops.
Its clear we're going in