Terror Trap

Chapter Eight. A New Perspective.

Slipping on the gear, I noticed the unusual way the leather felt against my head, and how the gloves almost molded to my skin, making me force my hands into them. "Now... Close your eyes." Jack said, his voice echoing in my head. Go to hell, asshole. I thought, looking around. I saw Ali shaking like a leaf, Ivan and Victor already with their eyes closed. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, and felt a strong pulling sensation. It felt like it was on my body, but at the same time... It was deeper than that.

What was going on with me?

Not resisting the pull. I suddenly felt a sharp yank as my body was yanked to the floor, a unseen hand pulling me down. Jerking to feet, I looked around, noticing that the house seemed larger and darker. Looking towards the couch, I felt my heart leap into my chest, as I saw a body, laying right in front of me. Edging forwards, I looked at the details of the face. Tan,with a cleft chin, and dark brown, almost black hair. Opening one eye, I saw mostly green, with some brown splashed in the eye.

This... This was me! What am I doing outside my body!?
Am.. Am I dead?

"You aren't dead, man." Ivan said, making me jump onto a nearby table. Looking down at him, I saw him, still in his clothes but he was out of his gear. "I noticed my body, too. From all the horror movie clichés I've seen, and due to a small... experience of a Ouija board ghost, this is probably the spirit world." I shook my head, and climbed down from the table. "You're pretty calm about this, man. Why?" Ivan just shrugged. Looking back around the living room, I saw Victor, casually sitting in the chair he was in before, toothpick in his mouth, and Alissa finally joining us, making our little party whole again. "I guess... We hide?" Ali said, adjusting her ears on her head. "From what? Nothing's shown up yet!" I groaned, motioning to the empty house. The moment the words left my mouth, a loud scraping noise echoed from our left side, where the kitchen was.

Me and my big fat mouth, sometimes...

Ugh.

Backing up, I saw a pair of massive green eyes open, right about three feet off the floor. "The stairs. Get upstairs." I muttered out of the corner of my mouth, eyes never leaving the green orbs as they rose to eight, no, nine feet in the air! I heard everyone scrambling behind me, but I for some reason, could only slowly backpedal, watching those eyes seemingly float in the darkness. "Quinton! Move your baka ass, right now!" Ali yelled, snagging my arm, and yanking me away just as something really large crashes right where I was a second before. Tripping over my feet, I stumbled into Ali, and caused both of us to hit a railing, causing her to cry out in pain. Grabbing her shoulders, I hauled her up the stairs, muttering apologies after apologies, stealing glances over my shoulder. Whoever, or whatever owned those eyes, hadn't made much progress through the living room, which gave us time to catch up with the others at the top of the stairs. Making sure Aliesa could stand, I checked her arm, and saw some bleeding, probably from a big nail from the rail. Rippng off a sleeve from Ivan's shirt, much to his dismay, I made a makeshift bandage around her arm. Stepping back, I heard booming from the bottom of the stairs. "Does this thing not quit?" Victor groaned,leading us down the dark hallway, and into the darkness.