I edited the last chapter a bit, so you should go check out that. So yeah, I wrote the next chapter. Noticed this story was a getting a bit of attention so why not continue it, ay? This probably has a late of mistakes, which I will edit as soon as I can.
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Faxon didn't know where to look, not that he could do, pitch black everywhere, as if he were staring into nothing. He stretched his arms out before him as he took a step forward. He was by a wall, a wall which he guided him around the house. After the wall disappeared, and he stumbled into a room. He left immediately and traced the wall again.
He wondered if Connie was okay. Neither of them had each other to rely on now, they were both on their own, in the dark.
He heard the tapping noise again, and Mystery Prankster was rising up to his floor. He stopped moving, trying to keep still as a statue, holding in his breathe, blowing out the air he needed to release so no sound was made at all.
He was trying to stay undetected for as long as possible, but at the back of his mind was the thought of getting caught, which he knew would happen sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.
The intruder had knocked over one of the items on shelves, causing a loud shattering sound, interrupting the deadly suspenseful silence.
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Shivers ran down Connie's spine. She was Attic now, curled up in a ball behind some wooden crates. She hugged her knees tightly, somehow feeling a sense of protection whilst doing so, but that thought disappeared as soon she saw the light flicker. And when they did, she realized there was someone there, disappearing and returning with each zap of light rays.
"What the.." Connie trailed off her sentence before repeating "Oh my god" under her breath.
"God won't help you in this case, honey" It was a woman's voice who replied. A young woman. Between the flickers of light, which were the only things visible in the Attic, she saw the girl. Long brown hair, meduca's glare which made Connie too afraid to look back at them a second longer.
"Hayden. I don't know what you're doing, but you need to stop" Another woman joined them. Connie crawled backwards till she was againt the wall. She felt completely clueless to what was going on or who she had encountered.
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Faxon sensed the footsteps coming towards him. His forehead was releasing a waterfall of sweat. Each step the Intruder took across the floorboards felt like an earthquake beneath Faxon's feet.
As soon as the Intruder was close enough in his reach he swung the lamp, but the only thing Faxon managed to hit was the wall.
Fingers gripped his arm, attempting to pull him. He struggled to release himself from the hold, but soon enough he'd managed to kick whoever was disguised by the dark in the stomach, causing them to stumble backwards. The lights on the second floor began to flicker faintly, so he darted down stairs that were strangely lit. He let out a sigh of relief as soon as he was out of the dark, although now he was an easy target to the intruder as he was visible.
Although no sound came from above, he was sure the intruder was on the his feet by now, so entered the first room he reached, locking shutting the door behind him. He tried to catch her breathe, his hands on his knees.
"Hello" The lights in the room shone unsteadily like they did in the hallway. Faxon turned and realized standing before him was a man, older, good looking, but somehow demonic. Faxon took a step back, nervously, attempting to ask, "Who are you?" The man walked forward then leaned in front of him, one hand on the door, the other on Faxon's shoulder, "Don't be scared just," The man inhaled, taking in the scent of Faxon's sweat, causing his nostrils to flare before continuing, "Just, relax"
He tried pushed the man away. "What are you doing?" But he came at him again, "Please, just let me."
Faxon shook his head, "I'm r-really not that int-" But he was cut off by another's presence. A man was standing in the corner of the room, shooting a death glare towards him. "What do you think you're doing with my boyfriend?" The other man asked with an annoyed, uptight tone in his voice.
"I-I wasn't doing anything, I swear" Faxon pleaded, but it was no use. The blonde man had a devilish grin on his face. The other psycho, tanned with dark features, walked over to Faxon, his hands forming fists.
Before any harm came to him, Faxon opened the door exited and closed the door behind him. Who were those people? Faxon ran towards the stairs. There, a person who was assumed to be the intruder, dressed in black with a plain white art mask covering his face and a syringe with a large needle coming out of it, held in leather gloves, was walking down the steps.
Faxon was able to get to the stairs heading downwards but sadly the intruder saw him going in that direction and followed him. Faxon tripped on the very last step. He whacked his head on the hard flooring, but although he was injured, he had to keep going.
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Vivien took hold of Hayden's arm, "I said you need to stop it. Now!" She demanded, becoming frustrated with the immature young woman who sadly had no choice but to stay and taunt the Harmon family.
"Isn't this part of your plan? Isn't she terrified?" Hayden cackled, her wide eyes fixed on the girl huddled in the corner. "The plan was to get her to leave, not to kill her!" Vivien protested defensively. Yes, her intentions to scare off the innocent college students had been cruel, but to cause them as much pain that had been bestowed on her would be evil. Plus, if she killed them, their was no way they could leave, the opposite of what she wanted.
Vivien sighed, "Please, leave this girl. She's innocent."
"Wasn't I?" The tone in Hayden's voice had gone from frighteningly confident to weak and faint. Vivien sighed once again and placed an arm around the girl who'd wronged her once before, sympathetically. Hayden was far from innocent though, she'd slept with his wife, this was the other woman!
"Yes, without a doubt, yes. And remember how it really felt, dying? Being stuck in this house? Do you really want to put that on someone else?"
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Faxon's head pounded. He struggled to find his way around the house, and in such darkness. He was trying to make his way over to the phone, but was struggling to find the wall where the phone was held. He somehow knew he was in the living room, which meant he was near the phone. He just needed to travel in the right direction.
The childish laughter returned, terrorizing Faxon's sanity. The couldn't hold back the painful cry that was desperately awaiting to be released from his mouth. He regretted it instantly.
The lights above were dimply lit, only giving light to a certain area in the room. He was correct about being in the living room. Under the spotlight were two lanky, freckly identical twins with red hair and braces. Although he was frightened, he scoffed at the sight of the boys, "Who are you?" Then the lights went off again, although he was quick enough to catch a glimpse at his way to the phone. He felt around and finally. Yes!
The tiny screen was able to give light over the keys, so he was able to dial 911. "There's someone in the house-" He began as soon as the phone was picked up, "We're at the Rosenheim Mansion. 939 Berro Drive."
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Connie ran as fast as she could on her bare feet out of the attick and onto the first floor, "Faxon? Fax!" She got no reply.
Tears flooded down her cheeks, which blurred her vision, not that she could see much in the dark, although she saw light downstairs. She looked over the banister, hoping find Faxon below. She saw someone, but it was not Faxon. It was a girl, dirty blonde, dressed in dull clothing.
The girl's face got clearer the nearer Connie got. It took her a few moments before reaching the ground to realize that she'd been pushed over the banister and was about to die. The last thing she was able to hear was a police siren.
I'm aware the writing's kinda crap.
