[Kirsten's Point Of View:]
Tingling sensations ran down our spines each time a 'hello' was muttered into the air. It all stopped until Hayes, being part psycho, said, "Don't worry, maybe that's just Adele singing
'Hello'. Hahaha!".
Is he crazy, did he ever try going to a psychiatrist? Or a therapist?
I really wanted to slap some common sense into Hayes. Really badly wanting to.
May I ask where Hayes' common sense is? I'd like to tell him, "WE'RE WALKING IN A FUCKED UP BASE WHERE SOLDIERS HAD DIED YOU IDIOT."
"Okay. I'll stop it." A slight giggle came from Hayes. Oh. I was thinking out loud.
I mustered up some courage after I saw Hayes and Brigdette smile at me.
Though I try to keep my mind from wild thoughts, my mind raced faster.
Cameron and I decided to find out where the 'Hello'es were coming from.
I know I'm gonna regret this idiotic decision in 60 seconds.
The group followed along and we huddled together. As we passed a room, the lights dimmed and the voice grew louder by the minute.
We took out our torches and flashed them on the walls.
That tingling sensation came back. I stepped back, tugged on the hem of Hayes' shirt. My hands were clammy.
His eyes were a grayish shade of blue. It looked thoughtful and caring. That's when Hayes pulled me into a hug.
[Hayes' Point Of View:]
I squeeze Kirsten's shoulder. She smiles, but her eyes are glassy, as though she's contemplating whether or not to be afraid or strong.
We continue to walk, a tear drops down Kirsten's cheek.
She then buries her head in my shirt. I guess that's how we're going to walk from now on.
Cameron put his ear on a door, he heard a "hello" at the back of it.
As idiotic as we can get, we insisted that Cameron open the door.
A pale hand stretched out to the frame of the door.
Control panels on the side of the door sparked and lights flickered.
As reality hit me, a blackout occurred.
We screamed in hysteria. We tried turning on our flashlights but to no avail, not one switched on.
We made a run for it.
A strange, aggressive language spouted out.
Profanities were heard as we dashed.
We didn't run for long.
Gears started to turn and a rusty metal wall came crashing down.
Kirsten loosened her grip on my shirt.
She whispered into my ear. "That pipe on your left is rusty enough to be ripped out of the wall. Use that as a ram. This whole place is filled with rusty, old crap that can be easily wrecked."
Cameron, Tez and I grabbed onto the pipe, not letting our grip slip. We tugged onto it and ripped it out of the wall.
My hands slid roughly against the rusty metal pipe, just enough that it carves red lines into my skin.
Cameron lifted the pipe with Tez's help and rammed it into the wall.
[Kirsten's Point Of View:]
As they rammed away, I saw the pale-skinned creature running and was a distance away.
"Wanna slow it down a bit so that piece of crap could kill us?"
Finally, the wall fell and we parkoured through the corridors that were filled with clutter.
I used ceiling pipes as monkey bars to get to the end but my grip slipped and I fell into an open drainage and my leg was stuck.
This was the end.
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1 a.m Habit
Teen Fiction"It's 1 am, where are we going?" "We have all night, every night, don't stress." In their 6 years of friendship, whether its summer or not, ideas of what to exactly do late at night doesn't really come that naturally. Their minds are usually blank...
