A Stormy House-A Creepypasta Fanfiction

(4)The Hooded Man

~Sam's POV~

Josh fell asleep in my arms again as I continued on. I eventually found an old building that would provide protection from the cold wind. It seemed to be a hospital, but it had been burned. One of the room's had words written in it, but I ignored them.

"We'll be safe here, buddy." I whispered as I sat in what was most likely a supply closet. There were still pills in there. I carefully set my boy and began rummaging through the pills. I grabbed a painkiller one, noticing it was filled.

The bottle was dusty, but I opened it and took one anyways. I needed to know if it was safe. For all I knew, it could've been damaged or poisonous by now. Now that I think of it, why are there pills in a building like this anyways?

I must be stupid to have taken that pill, but I also hadn't slept much in the last few weeks either. I stuck the pills in my bag and sat next to Josh, putting his head in my lap so he would be more comfortable.

The pill made me drowsy, but my head stopped aching soon. I couldn't sleep, not yet. I had to protect Josh, but, soon, I felt myself sinking into unconsciousness.

~Josh's POV~

When I woke up, Sammy was asleep with my head in her lap and her head leaning back against a shelf. I sat up, ignoring the slight throbbing in my head, and looked to see if she had any food in her bag. I found a picture in a frame at the bottom though. I smiled at mom and Sammy's real smile. I like that smile.

A crash startled me and I dropped the picture, breaking it.

"Sammy!" I whispered as I shook her, trying to wake her up. She didn't make a sound, but she did fall over and curl up. "Sammy!"

She still didn't answer me, so I grabbed her gun out of the bag and crawled to the exit of our little storage room. Out in the hallway, just a few feet from me, was a man in a mustard colored jacket. I couldn't see his face, it was covered in a black mask with red eyes and a frowning face. He looked around for a moment, then took a step towards me.

"S-stay away!" He just took another step. I took out the gun, aiming it at him. Before I could even process what was happening, he side stepped and ripped the gun out of my hand. He pinned me to the ground as I struggled against him.

"Sammy!" I screamed. A moment later, somebody tackled the man off me. She stood in front of me as the man stood. I thought he was going to attack again, but he just turned and ran.

"Josh, did he hurt you?" I shook my head as she looked me up and down. She hugged me close and I could've sworn I saw tears as she did so.

~Sam's POV~

Fool! I should've been more careful! How could I be so reckless?

I gave Joshy one of the pills, ensuring him it would be fine. He fell asleep after ten minutes or so. I checked the gun's magazine to see how many bullets I had since I didn't have an extra. It was filled. While not wandering far from our hiding spot, I looked for something I could use as a door. I grabbed a plyboard, but I wasn't completely sure we should stay in the building for another night.

"Joshy, wake up." I nudged him, but he didn't move. Putting my pack on, I picked him up and carried him out of the building. The bright light made me squint, and Josh covered his face, groaning at sudden brightness.

"Five more minutes Sammy?"

"Okay," I shifted slightly so I was shielding him from the light. Soon, as Joshy fell back to sleep, I came across another abandoned building. It looked different from the other one, not quite so open. I smiled smally as I searched for a room a little cleaner than the others. I found an old broom in one of the rooms around the time Josh woke up.

"Here, can you carry this for me?" I asked and he nodded, taking the old broom. We came to a room with a single mattress lying on the ground. I guess maybe I should've been worried, but I walked in nonetheless with Joshy following closely.

"Homey, isn't it?" I asked as Josh smiled and set his blankets on the mattress and laid down.

~Josh's POV~

The mattress was much comfier than the ground or even sister's lap, but it was lumpy and smelled. My blankets don't smell much better though.

Sister asked me sweep as much as I could into the corner so that the glass wasn't in the way. I wonder what happened to the windows.

We left the room eventually to grab some stuff. Nails or blankets and she wanted some plyboard for some reason. I smiled at her when she was picking nails off the ground in another room. She shivered slightly, but quickly hid it.

"Are you cold? You can have one of these sweatshirts, I'm toasty anyways." Three sweatshirts that were much too big for me, and yet she refused to take even one of them.

"No, I'm good. You need to stay warm more than I do, you're still healing."

"But S-"

"No buts!"

I stepped away from her, whimpering at her sudden outburst.

~An Eavesdropper's POV~

I heard the older one snap at the younger boy. She was refusing to take a jacket, though I can understand why. The boy would freeze without all the layers, I'm surprised she's not wrapped up in those blankets.

I wonder what they're doing out here. Judging from the bandage wrapped around the boy's head, something bad must've happened for them to run away. They will starve out here soon, though. I can't decide what to do. Do I tell him, or do I try to help these kids? I can't decide. One could lead to these kids dying, while the other could end with my death.

What to do, what to do?

I made my mind up and disappeared into the trees, leaving the kids for the time being.