We stare at each other for a second, just taking in the others face. "You're fascinating." I say breaking the silence. He quirks an eyebrow and I regret saying it, as I wait for rejection, again. But he only smiles moving closer. "You think so?" He...
I pull up beside Ryan's house, chills run up and down my spine as I get out of the car. Please be okay, please be okay. I take a deep breath and walk up to the busted down fence, a small smile creeps onto my lips as I trace the fence. R.R. Old memories threaten to push their way into my mind as I shake my head to keep them out. Stay strong, stay focused. I remind myself as I go to try the door. I push on it softly and it caves quickly, opening slowly with a soft creak.
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I make my way into the house and shut the door behind me. I mentally slap myself when the door slams shut, echoing loudly throughout the house. It's eerily quiet, my stomach drops and I feel sick as a thick layer of dust slaps me in the face. The air is thick and my lungs struggle to work properly. I make my way around the house, into the kitchen and around the abandoned sitting room. I frown at the condition of the house, hadn't they discovered brooms already, sweeping isn't that difficult? I think to myself stepping over crumbs and pieces of...string? Weird. Maybe he likes to sew. I tell myself, as I make my way upstairs. Once I finish climbing the stairs I'm met with a long hallway and about a dozen doors. I sigh and slowly(quietly) make my way to the first door pressing my ear against the it. Silence. I take a deep breath and jiggle the doorknob, a wave of relief washes over me when the door gives in, revealing a collage of pictures.
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Jealously drips into my gut when I start to look through the pictures, Ryan and Spencer. I look at the next picture. Spencer and Ryan. Um. My eyes swipe through the rest, Spencer and Ryan, Spencer and Ryan, Ryan and Spencer. I huff, everyone single one. I sigh and turn away leaving the room. Jealously leaves a bad taste. I make my way to the next door, the floor feels slick, and slippery beneath my shoes. I make a face and slowly move my eyes to the floor. Ew what the- I look at the sticky substance and put a hand over my mouth to keep my stomach from coming out of my throat. please don't be blood, please don't be blood. please be wine,... please be syrup. I take a deep breath and continue on to the next door, ignoring the sounds of my shoes slapping and squishingagainst whatever was on the floor. I press my ear against the door when I reach it. I hear nothing but silence, I turn to head to the door beside it, not bothering to look around at what was behind the door, but a small thud brings me back to the door. I open it slowly and almost throw up at the sight.
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I rush to Spencer and gag slightly. His face battered and broken, his arms were twisted back and hanging from their sockets. Blood covers the space around him. I take a step back and calm myself down, before I pull out my phone and dial 911. *911. What's your emergency?* I take another shaky breath and attempt to answer her when a loud thump comes from somewhere outside the door. My eyes widen as another thump echos throughout the house. *Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?* I hang up the phone and look around for a hiding place. Bingo. I rip open the small closet and hide behind a stack of clothes. I start to sweat, while waiting and the air is thinning quickly. I huff and move to make my way out of the closet. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP,..... Creak. I hear the door being opened slowly, as it creaks again. I slap my hand over my mouth and rush to get back to where I was hiding. Soft cries fill the room and I automatically recognize them.
