The Final Scenes

The Final Scenes Chapter Four

chapter four

“No! Please stop! Please! Please!”

I frantically searched the room for the voice but couldn't find anyone or anything, the room was empty.

More screams filled the room.

Unable to take the horrific screaming any more, I covered my ears with my hands and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block everything out. After a few seconds I warily opened my eyes and moved my hands away from my ears. There was silence.

I searched the room suspiciously looking around for any sign of life or something to show who was trying to mess around with us.

I tried to open the window but then realised it was the kind of window that needed a key to open.

“Jamie let's go try the door again.”

“OK.”

Jamie reached the living room door first and made to open it but yet again we were met with another door that wouldn't open. He turned to me looking annoyed.

“You know this is really irritating me now. Stupid kids.”

I smiled at how easily frustrated he got and tried to open the door myself.

“It might not be kids you know, something could be wrong with the door.”

“I doubt that, the house has been checked over for anything that could put the value down.”

“Y...”

An unexpected groan cut me off and caused both of us to jerk our heads to the side.

A woman lay in the centre of the room.

Her long blonde hair which may have been smooth and silky was now damp with sweat and her pale yellow dress was slowly turning red with blood. A man with brunette hair in his thirties towered over the woman, excitement and anticipation on his face. The man went down on his knees and bought his face to the woman's, he softly whispered, “You're mine.” The woman spat at him, a mixture of fear and hatred on her face. The man screamed in rage and viciously grabbed her throat, he squeezed and squeezed until she was on the edge of unconsciousness.

She was still alive, she was clinging onto one last shred of hope and was holding on. The man left the room and returned with a rounders bat in hand, the woman's breathing hitched, she knew she was going to die, she was preparing herself. The man held the bat with both hands and bought it above his head, he slammed the bat down into her stomach and waited a few seconds so she could feel the pain and then started to beat her with the bat until she... passed away.

All that time I stared at the scene in front of me, unable to move or speak. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind, when I opened them again there was no one in front of me. I looked at Jamie and gasped, slowly, I reached out and touched his neck.

He turned to me questioningly and said, “What are you doing?”

“Your neck... there are bruises.” I said softly.

“There are bruises on your neck too.”

I lifted up my shirt and saw horrible bruises on my stomach, it looked exactly like what I imagined the woman's stomach to look like. Jamie lifted up his shirt too and had the exact same bruises as me.

We stared at each other in fear, desperately looking for something that would make sense, anything.

Suddenly, the door opened, the creaking the only noise in the house.

With a shaky breath I said, “I take it that's our cue to get get out.”

Instead of speaking Jamie simply nodded.

Together, we walked out of the room, unsure of where to go next, we stood in the hallway searching for a sign to point us in the right direction, nothing happened so we tried the doors leading to the toilet and kitchen but they wouldn't budge.

“Do you think that means we have to go upstairs?” Jamie asked.

“I think so. Come on let's go up.” I said with more confidence than I felt.

As we were going up I looked back downstairs hating to be away from the doors as it gave me a sense of security knowing that they were there, even if they wouldn't open.

When we reached the upstairs landing, the door in front of us opened. We cautiously stepped inside to be met with another death.