The Mafia | An Original Horror Story

Chapter 6: Nursery Homicide

I decided to head upstairs for the next round and as I approached the dark silhouetted stairs. I tried to avoid the body of the eaten alive boy. I could hear the swish of his blood beneath my converse. Chilling my bones to the core, I scrambled up the stairs and heard muffled breathing and footsteps all around me.But because we had no mouth. It was overly difficult breathing. 

Unfortunately, my foot caught the last staircase and collided with a thud. That's when my heart dropped as I stood still in the darkness and listened to anyone who would've heard. 

Thinking I was in the clear, I took my first step on the second floor.  But as my foot creaked on the floor, there was also a creak behind me on the staircase.

It probably made my figure in the darkness and started to dash up the stairs for me. I began to cry as I hurried my down the hallway to find a room. I struggled to find every door knob. But they seemed to be locked. The treading footsteps of what I believed to be the Mafia was gaining on me.

I wasn't ready to die.

Weeping and almost giving up, one of the doors open beside me and a mysterious figure pulls me into the room. The unknown figure then closes the door gently and drags me under the bed.

I tried to scream but I had not mouthed. My face started to burn hot as the pressure from my internal screams grew louder and louder. 

Pouting, I look at my ankle to see a slash mark. I cringe constantly at the sight of blood leaving my body. 

I am going to die. I am going to die.

Suddenly, the door creaks open. From under the bed, I lay silent. The shoes glide across the floor and paces. Walking right past me, the figureheads for the closet. Pulling it open with a crash, I feel my mouth come back. And it comes back right in time for me to hear someone in the closet scream. Grasping my hand over my mouth to stop me from making a noise. The screams grow louder and louder. Clenching my eyes close, I plead for the closet hider's life. I could hear shuffling and rummaging in the closet as the victim attempts to defend himself or herself from the Mafia. 

The room goes silent. I feel I chill run down my spine as someone or something under the bed touches my bleeding ankle. I stop myself from crying out in pain. It's overall cold and I begin to shiver.

As the Mafia walks out of the room and drops a blood-stained knife on the blood-stained floor, the lights don't seem to flicker on.

This must mean that whoever the Mafia tried to kill was blessed by an angel.

I could already feel the heavy breathing on my leg from the figure who pulled me under the bed. Overly terrified, I lay in silence. Almost paralyzed. Enable to move. But all I could do was listen. Listen for the screams of the Mafia's next victim. 

My eyes wandered out of the door and stared out into the view of the hallway. Waiting.

20 minutes passed by before I heard a scream. It sounded like Brandon. But like Talia said, Adam could mimic voices. Maybe it was just one of his tricks. Playing me, drawing me out. But it wasn't till the lights flickered on that I was convinced.

Giving me a chance to scramble out from under the bed and get away from whoever pulled me under. I weakly get to my feet. 

Moaning at the state my foot is in, my footsteps make bloody ones.

Looking over my shoulder, a girl my age crawls out from under the bed. Her head hangs down with hair draping down her face, not allowing me to be able to identify her.

Lifting her head up and into the light, I realize that I know who this girl is. 

Katrina.

She doesn't acknowledge my presence in the room but instead runs over to the closet. Opening it up, I would expect blood everywhere. But instead, as I peer over Katrina's shoulder, I see her younger sister perfectly healthy and untouched. 

This angel thing really works.

Suddenly, I am startled by Dani's scream. Instantly dashing out of the room, I head down the hallway and into the next room. Scrolling and analyzing the room, I notice that this room is a nursery. But my heart drops when I see Dani kneeling over a ripped apart body on the floor. Dani weeps for what seems to be... Brandon. Brandon is dead. And his eyes. There gone. Samar rushes from behind me and over to Dani. She wraps her arms around her and weeps.

Kayla, on the hand, is in the corner of the room and leaning against a baby's cradle with a bloody hand. She is in shock. Did she do this? Locking her eyes on Brandon's lifeless body, she shows signs of innocence. She could have done this. Could she?

Dani immediately bursts up from Samar embrace and the ground, starting to point her finger at Kayla.

"You did this!" she yells with fire bursting in her eyes, "Y-You, You MURDERER!"

Kayla doesn't respond. Instead, her eyes keep glued on Brandon.  Dani darts for Kayla to lash out at her but Samar stops her. Talia then decides to cut in and help Samar hold Dani back.

And Jason. Wait. Where's Jason?

I feel myself spin around and search the crowd of people in the room. Turing back to the doorway, I see Katrina and her little sister peeping out from the door frame. Katrina locks her eyes on me until her younger sister tugs onto her loose shirt.

"What Alessia?" Katrina whispers. 

Alessia shyly points to something down the hallway. Reading Katrina's expression on her face, her eyes widen in fear. Katrina immediately pulls Alessia out of the way and into the safety of the brightly lit nursery.

Around the corner emerge Jason. But in a way, it's not him. His head twitches back and forth. His voice moans like static electricity and his eyes begin to bleed. Suddenly, everyone in the room including Dani stare at Jason frightened.

"Jason." Kayla scarcely manages to peep out from where she sits, still staring at Brandon's body.

I gasp and look back to Jason who pulls out his hand and releases the contents he had been held. They roll out of his bloody and gutted hand, falling on the floor. Rolling on the rubber duck carpet, they hit my shoe and stare at me.

Brandon's eyes.

Dani screams and dives her head into Samar's chest to cry. 

Starring in disgust, Jason lifts up his head to reveal his skin and flesh peeling off. He screams in agony causing us all to cover our ears and fall to our knees.

His piercing screams grow louder as he shoots his hand in the air to reveal growing nails. But they aren't nails. It's bone. His bones are growing out of him causing him to shoot up to almost 8 feet.

His wails shatter my ears.

But the screams suddenly stop when the old man comes into the room sinisterly clapping.

"Well, I guess we know who the Mafia is," he states chuckling, "The angel was Katrina and she saved her sweet, little sister, Alessia."

His amused eyes search our expressions. A grin begins to stretch from one ear to the other.

"Now who's ready for the next round?"