Locked in.

ELLIES POV

We run down the dark staircase. Trip on a stair and fall into Michael.

"I love you, El." He says smiling.

"I love you too Michael." I say right before he pulls me into a super passionate kiss. I can feel him shaking, he must be really scared..

Then again it is really creepy down here. The basement is a dark place.

We're talking no lights except a creepy, erie, green colored one at the ends of each corridor.

"Can we go back up-" I start to ask, getting chills from being down here.

I turn around and Michael's isn't behind me like he was a second ago.

"Michael?" I whisper.

No answer.

"Michael! Stop this isn't funny!" I whisper-yell.

No response.

"Please?" I try one more time.

Footsteps coming from one of the hallways at the end of the corridor.

I assume it's Michael coming out from his stupid prank so I slowly, timidly walk towards the hallway.

I slowly peek my head around the corner...

No one's there.

'That's weird.' I think to myself.

I hear footsteps again.

Right behind me.

"Michael stop!" I spin around.

No one's there.

I start walking towards the staircase, hoping Michael's hiding on them or something, when something catches my eye.

Down one of the long hallways, there's a door on the back wall.

There's a light on a string inside the window on the door and it's moving back and forth.

"Michael?" I whisper.

BOOM!

The door flew open and I only had time to see the figure of a huge, bloody man coming straight for me... Before the lights shut off.

I start sprinting but then realize I'm making a ton of noise so I feel my way along a wall until I feel a door. I slowly turn the handle and step inside.

Not wanting to run into anything, I start running my hand along the wall next to me, and stickinf my other arm out in front of me to make sure nothing was in front of me.

My hand suddenly brushed something soft, like a bedsheet.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pray it's not what I think it is.

I hold onto the sheet as I start to place my hands down on the object in front of me.

'Shit shit shit shit' Is all that's going through my head.

'Just breath Ellie. You're probably just in a storage closet. Yeah. Where they keep extra sheets and stuff.' I tell myself.

I bring my hands the rest of the way down and fall to the floor as my hand brushed against a human face.

This isn't just a storage closet.

It's a morgue.

I fall to the floor and start crying. My hand feels so dirty and gross from touching a dead person.

How many dead people are even in here?!

As I sit there freaking myself out even more, I hear the door handle turn.

'HEAVENLY FATHER...' I begin my prayer frantically in my thoughts.

The door slowly creaks open and then someone steps in very slowly.

Menacingly.

They slowly shut the door and shuffle their way over to where I'm crouched under a table.

Or a dead person. I'm not even sure.

I hear the person feeling around and they must've touched the body.

"Fuck! What the hell?!" They say under their breath.

It's Michael!

"Michael!" I whisper-shout.

I must've scared the shit out of him because he jumped back.

"Wait... Ellie?!" He whispers after a minute.

"Yeah! I'm under the table!" I whisper into the darkness.

"Ok i'm going to walk towards you. Stick out your arms so I can find you." He whispers, starting to shuffle towards me slowly.

My hand finally brushes against his and he grabs it as he plops on the floor and scoots next to me, putting an arm around my waist.

"What's happening?" I asked him, letting a few tears fall from my cheeks.

"He had me in this room that smelled like death." Michael said, tentatively.

"What? Who are you talking about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Michael sighs and i hear him run a hand through his hair before he answers.

"Kevin. He's here."

And with that, the door flies open.

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