Level 25: A One Direction Horror Love Story

Level 25: A One Direction Horror Love Story. Ch. 4: Level 22

Author's Note: Hello readers/Directioners! 2amjominjinlong's co-author here. Well, for those of you who have tuned in...here's chapter 4! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Personally, I was 'weirded' out by this one. Just imagining it... Creepy. Why? Read to find out! You may or may not feel the same, but I hope you enjoy it, all in all! Feedback and ratings are well appreciated. Thank you lots!

Level 25:

A One Direction Horror Love Story.

Level 22: Chapter 4

-Louis’ POV-

I don’t know how we did it. I don’t know how we fought off a legion of the most abnormal bugs I’ve ever seen as well as their ring leader.

I scanned the room full of dead bugs and shuddered. All of a sudden, I’m looking at my four best friends, checking to see if they’re all in one piece. There’s a horrid looking burn on Zayn’s arm, probably from that save he performed for his partner, Zoe.

Then, I’m looking at the four girls. What a good team we made. From this point, I feel we can take this on to the end. But confidence wanes considering we’re only on the third level.

Now I’m looking at all eight of them. They’re all covered in bruises and scratches and bug stingers. No one spoke a word, just breaths of restlessness. I cringed. I took a breath of my own. I hadn’t paid attention to myself since who knows when. I just felt grateful to be alive at this point.

I left my thoughts and watched as Reese went over to the gigantic bug’s pile of ash. She picked up the key that used to be around its now non-existent neck.

“Well,” she said casually, but out of breath, “on to the next level, guys.”

We began to take a walk to the door, and I carefully stepped around all the nasty insects. I never knew there was such a stench to bug guts, but knowing now was just horrid.

Reese unlocked the door with the key, and grabbed at the doorknob. With one quick motion, she opened the door.

I stretched out my neck to see past the door. Going downward, in a spiral, was a long staircase. Against the walls, also going down in correspondence with the staircase was an occasional flame-lit lantern.

Slowly, with still no words, we entered the ‘stair room.’ The door immediately shut behind us, and without warning, it disappeared and was replaced with a concrete wall. Again, no more going back.

As if we knew the routine already, we began to walk down the black stairs.

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I felt like we were walking for ages. My legs began to feel wobbly, and I started to slow down.

I looked at Harry, and he must’ve felt the same way, too, because it seemed like he was going to fall asleep. I put my arm around him.

“Hey guys,” I whispered. “You think we can stop for a while and rest?”

Without an answer, us nine just sat down on the stairs.

“Everyone all right?” Liam had finally said.

Everyone nodded; there was no noise but tired gasps for air.

Kendall suddenly let out an emotionally pained sigh. “I can’t anymore…I want to get out of here. Please.” She closed her eyes. I could almost feel her pain.

Liam kindly put an arm around her. “And we will.” Cheesy Liam.

Shortly after, I heard a painful cringe, and looked up. Zoe and Zayn were on a stair together. It seemed that Zoe was tending to Zayn’s burn wound.