Dead Connections

Chapter 10 - His next victim

Chapter 10

It felt like someone had hit me in the stomach with a metal crowbar because all the air in my lungs left with an oomph and I actually sunk to my knees, shocked, scared, frightened. My eyes darted around the scene, scanning it like a computer. No one seemed to be there, which was a good sign. My heart hammered, pounding at me chest. I bit my lip. I’d escaped, only to find my way back.

For a moment, the urge to flee took control of me. I turned, beginning to run, but then I stopped. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t run any longer. I was done with being weak. I knew what had to be done.

I found myself charging towards the house. I wanted to stop but I knew if I did I would only regret it later on in life.

The door was locked, obviously. I searched around… No open windows. I considered waiting around, but knew that as soon as Unseen came from wherever he was, he’d spot me and probably murder me again. I had to get inside the house as soon as possible.

Unseen could already be in the house, which would make matters a lot worse, but I had to take the chance. It didn’t look like he was there. No lights were on. No sounds echoed out from the walls. The house looked abandoned and decaying.

The window next to the door was old and had a crack running down the middle of it, and having watched a lot of crime shows on TV, I knew exactly what to do.

I dropped to my knees, scrapping with my hands at the gravelly floor until a found a moderately large rock. I jumped up, holding it firmly in my hand. It was pretty heavy. Heavy enough to break through glass.

I braced myself, then chucked the rock at the window right next to the door. The glass splintered, smashing and dropping to the floor along with the rock. I darted up to the window, removing the remaining pieces of glass that hung from the window frame, then I jumped up and climbed through. This was the point when being tiny came in useful!

The room I entered was dark and smelt of mould. I could hear any sounds coming from within the house and I quickly found a light switch, flicking it on. The long narrow room lit up instantly, and I rubbed my eyes, the light hurting them.

“Where to go? Where to go?” I whispered to myself, beginning to travel up the first flight of stairs. I had no idea where Unseen hung out, because I’d only seen him when he’d wanted to be seen. Who knew where he hung out when I wasn’t around. I went for the tactic of trying every door.

There were lots of rooms, I’ll tell you that. Most of them were empty, or covered with a fair few layers of dust. Some doors were locked. A couple of doors couldn’t open because the wood they had been made of had swollen so much from water (I was assuming it was rain water) that they wouldn’t move. It was like walking through an abandoned asylum.

The only door that did open led to small dusty rooms that looked like they hadn’t been enetered in years. The whole house smelt of rotting flesh, and for a second, I wandered if that was actually what it was. He was a murderer. Any moment now, I could open a door to find a decaying child’s body sprawled across the floor, bled out and dead. It could be Dallas’s body, or that other girl’s one. Just that though sent shivers snaking down my spine, coiling inside me.

I opened a door that led to a very large room. One with lots of old furniture all packed away like they were in a storage room in. For a second I had the urge to flee. It felt like I was in a horror movie, but then something worst occurred.

I heard a noise. A noise coming from beneath me feet, below in the house. Something or someone was there. I froze, glued to the spot. My heart seemed to just completely stop, and I could breathe. Was Unseen home?