The Fear Experiment

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

            I open my eyes and I'm in an old, rusty, falling apart house that appears to be empty. I walk up a wooden staircase and every step I take creaks. I try to be quiet in case anyone is actually in the house, but after a few minutes of walking around I know that it is impossible to be quiet in this house. I come to a wooden door at the end of a hallway. I slowly push it open and see a rocking chair. It's rocking although there is no one in it. "Hello?" I say quietly as I approach the chair. It begins to rock faster and faster and faster until comes to an abrupt stop. My breathing becomes aggressive and I slowly start to back out of the room but the door slams shut. "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real." I whisper to myself repeatedly.

  Oh, I'm very real. A gruesome, horrific and nerve shattering voice of a woman shrieks.

  "You're not real, you're not real, you're not real." I continue to chant.

  A cackle escapes her mouth and she evaporated into thin air. I look in every direction but she is nowhere to be found. I walk up a creaking flight of wooden stairs and hear a child crying. It's coming from down the hall. Slowly I follow the sound to a slightly opened door. I push it open and observe the room. Most of the contents in it are pink and the walls are a faded yellow. A dim lantern in the on a bed side table lights the whole room and a little girl with a white night dress sits, curled up on the bed. She snaps her head up and glares at me. I jump back a bit but then relax. "Are you okay?" I ask.

  "I never am." Her eyes begin to glow.

  "What's your name?" My voice starts to shake but I contain my fear.

  "Who wants to know?" She cracks her neck and stands up on the bed.

  "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I just want to help." I reassure her.

  "That's what they all say!" She screams. "The last person who said that gave me this." She turns her head to reveal a bullet wound on the side of her head.

  "Oh my god." I clamp my hand over my mouth. "I can get you help, come with me. Please."

  "No!" She jumps down off the bed. "I like it here and you can't take me away!" Her voice begins to sound more like a demon than a little girl.

  "Okay, okay, okay. I wont. Do you just want to talk?" I try to calm her down.

  "Get out!" Her hair turns to flames and her eyes do as well.

  "Okay, just don't be scared. You were never afraid of anything like this before." I tell myself. I push a strand of hair behind my ear, straighten my posture and continue to walk down the hall. I keep telling myself that there is nothing to be afraid of, especially since evaporating old ladies and demon little girls aren't real. "If my imagination created this, then my imagination must be able to create something else." I try to reason with myself.

  A door opens as I walk past it; I walk in with a strange confidence. A man with a white mask jumps in front of me. I put my hands on my hips and smile. "Really? Scream? You couldn't have done anything better than that?" He takes a step closer to me. "Wow, I'm scared now." The sarcasm is obvious in my voice.

  Everything around me fades away and I'm in Brian's arms. "Are you okay?" He kisses my forehead.

  "Yeah, I'm fine." I kiss him on the lips.

  "While you were asleep Scarrow ditched, a couple people walked by but they didn't spot us and they dropped the new supply of food. We got you a banana."

  "So what's the plan?" Beverly asks. Strangely, she only looks at Brian when she asks. And if I didn't know better I could swear I see a hint of jealousy in her eyes.