Disappeared

Chapter four: Inside

           I close my eyes together tightly as the light turns on. I try to open my eyes but the light is to bright so I blink many times so my eyes can adjust to the brightness. I look around at the horrifying yet empty room. I can see past blood stains on the floors and walls, Along with a butcher table set up ready for the next victim. The more I looked around the more horrified I became. I back up still facing the horrific scene; I walk back terrified not able to shake off this feeling of sickness. As soon as I walk back I fall on my behind and hands. I can feel something wet and slimy underneath me; I lifted my shaking hands up to where I can see them clearly.
            My eyes widen with terror to see that there is fresh blood directly on my hands; I stand up as fast as I possibly could to run out the entrance of the cellar. I try to push open the two way doors open but I'm trapped inside the doors are locked. Scared I pound on the doors trying to free myself from this horrific feeling that I was next to get butchered.
           I crouch down scared out of my mind my face in my knees, knowing that I could possibly be the next victim. I'm breathing heavily; not stopping. "Huh?" I control my breathing slightly. "Who's there?" I ask but whatever it is that was talking is faint. I can't make out what it's saying.
           I want to go walk towards the faint talking but my fear is keeping me in place. After about five minutes I muster up the courage to slowly get up and walk towards the faint sound. I smoothly walk towards the butcher table and I swallow my saliva as I pass the it. Cautiously I'm looking around the room at the blood stains and tools. I try not to panic as I look at these objects; my breathing becomes heavy once again.
I can't seem to clam myself down as I move closer to back of the room. The sound has become a little more louder; I stop in my tracks to see if I can understand what it's trying to say. But I can't make out the words, so I move on forward. "Is that......a door?" I whisper, as I slowly push the door open it makes a loud creaking sound. I look through the door and it seems to be going more down.
         "He.... He........He..."; "Eh what's that.....sound" I think to myself. I gasp and realize that I can finally hear someone but what is he or she still trying to say.