Chapter Two~ Pals

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by Horror-Child

by Horror-Child

Quinn

The place looked like it hasn't been used in years and there was expired ink everywhere. There were posters strung up onto the walls with a little devil like creature on it. "Hello?" My brother called out. We suddenly heard a squeak and I jumped into my brother's arms. A big black rat scurried on by and I took a sigh of relief. I got down on the ground and followed my brother down a dark hallway. We entered a room with a big machine and by the machine was a note.

Gary went over and picked it up; reading it aloud. "If you wish to discover the past, find what lies ahead." He said. I scratched my head in confusion. I looked down at the floor and saw a little plushie of the little devil on the posters. I picked it up and hugged it close. "You're so adorable!" I said. My brother immediately noticed a button and studied it. I noticed after a few minutes and ran over to it. I then pressed the glowing button and saw a dark figure out of the corner of my eye.

I chased after it with my brother following along. "Quinn! Wait for me!" He yelled. We ran down several hallways and ran into a room with a lever. I ran up to the lever and studied it for a moment. Then I saw a note on the floor and picked it up. Pull the lever and all your dreams come true. I looked at the lever then at the note. I pulled the lever and Gary burst into the room. "Quinn! What did you do?!" He screamed. I looked at him then the lever. "Where's my baby?" I asked. But no response. Gary grabbed my wrist and led back down the hall to the room we were in before. "We are so gonna be dead when our parents get home." He mumbled.

But when we got to the room, we saw that it was boarded up. "What in the heck?" He asked. He approached the boards and all of a sudden, a version of the little devil from the posters jumped out at him. He had ink dripping down from his face. "Run!" He said. We took off running away from the creature and rounded a hallway; seeing an exit.

"There it is!" We said. Ink flowed down from the walls and I was getting soaked in black ink that was staining my clothes. I fell in the ink and Gary stopped to get me. He helped me up and that's when the floor began to give out. We fell through the floorboards; clutching each other tight.