Don't Say Skully

Chapter 9: Skeleton In The Closet

I had put Rose to rest after her seizure. I was tempted to leave her unconscious and run out the door, faster than Usen Bolt ever could, but I didn't. I couldn't. She was only a child and she was very vulnerable at that point. In as much as she was a brat and I didn't quite care about her welfare, my humanity remained ever strong, letting off more pity than fear I should have felt.

I picked her up, careful not to accidentally drop her even though I would have very much loved to do that. I carried her in my arms not worried about taking her wheelchair along. I wasn't going to return to take it up either. I took her upstairs in search of her room. The house happened to have three rooms upstairs.

It was quite easy to spot her room. The black painted door with a red X and a white skull drawn on it without doubt belonged to the sick young child. She was terrifying. Opening the door I stood by the doorway scanning the room with my eyes before I chose to step in. I could never be sure what she had in there. It wouldn't have shocked me if a snake crawled out from under her bed. Or a skull.....

Rose's room was painted black with carelessly drawn white lines and a grey wallpaper with skull designs.  Her room had many skull paintings hung up. But unlike the living room there was no skull. Except maybe, the one she always held. Was it possessed too? Like the others?

I feared the house was possessed....no! Haunted is the world. It was haunted it had to be, there was no other explanation. I accidentally stepped on something I hadn't noticed on the floor. I looked down at it and saw it was a doll. It was beheaded and its hair was cut unevenly, some spots bald even. Also a needle impaled on of its eyes.

My gaze shifted from the object to Rose. She was still unconscious, but she was still breathing. Indeed! She was terrifying. Maybe she was possessed, just as disturbing as her house, the thought did cross my mind. I wasn't quite sure why but I had an odd feeling that the ten year old knew her house was nothing close to normal. She certainly did know more than I did.

I dropped her on the bed and tucked her in. I contemplated returning back to the living room or staying in her room. With each passing second that caused my heart to race faster as I thought of all that had happened minutes ago and all that could possibly happen, I got chills and they were definitely not the good kind. I moved over to the other side of the bed and chose to stay there till she woke up or till Jasmine got back, whichever would happen first.

I moved over to the little sofa that was by a corner of the room.

I didn't realize it when I slept but I woke up much later. I looked over to the bed and saw Rose was still not up. Fearing she might have died I got up and went over to her, a wave of relief washed over me when I saw the rising and falling of her chest. I saw the door to her bathroom and I went in, I washed my face not bothering to look at my reflection in the mirror. I would only get angry about how tired and unkept I looked.

I began to feel thirsty, but I will admit I was very much scared of going down. Alone. I wasn't sure what sort of trick Rose was playing to scare me into not working there again but it was so close to working. I took my phone torch and made my way carefully down the stairs. My ears picked on every little sound, which got my heart racing.

Once I was downstairs, I was about to go into the living room then to kitchen when a rattling sound caught my attention from under the staircase. You know how your mind suddenly makes a big deal out of little things when you're scared and alone?

That was exactly what happened to me at that moment. The sound was a minor one but as it continued it picked my interest, not the good kind that is. The sound of something being pushed down caught my attention and without doubt I knew someone was there. The door hadn't been locked up before we had gone up.

It was probably a serial killer who would kill me without second thoughts. I took out my phone from my wallet and typed the state security line. I was more than glad my phone was on silent. But then again it always was, which made me miss calls most times. Before I dialed I turned on my flashlight wanting to be sure before I dragged the police all the way here. It might have just been a rodent that had me scared.

I gripped my phone tightly my fingers as cold as my weak and yet moving feet. Slowly I made my way towards the noise using the ticking of clock to calculate my pace. I shouldn't have been surprised at what I saw. Skulls. Pilled up. The skulls formed a heap, like a mountain. I used my flashlight to shine on them all.

"Why would someone have this much skulls in their home?" I asked myself in a whisper as though I feared the skulls could hear. It was very unusual. Were the skulls real? It couldn't be. If they were it wouldn't be this much. Where would they even get it from?

Something else caught my attention. It was an old normal sized closet that was wide open, and in it was someone wearing a black robe, it's head was bent down. I turned my flashlight to it and saw it's skinny fingers were visible. It wasn't someone, it was something. It was only a skeleton. Something seemed to drip from its hidden face.  It dropped to another skull that positioned on the floor underneath its hood.

The liquid poured from it was too thick to be water. Blood? No. It was too gooey to be blood either. I picked up an iron rod I saw resting on the wall and I slowly tiptoed towards it.

"Don't touch it!" I heard Rose yell. The road fell from my hand and my phone almost did as well. My heart leaped at the sound of her voice and I spun around to look at her.

My mouth fell open and my eyes grew wide. Rose was there alright with that stupid skull of hers, I wondered how she went to pick it from the living room where it was left. But an even more questionable fact was how she got downstairs and how she was standing.

How?

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