the haunted house•5sos{su}

•chapter 08•

•chapter 08•

a/n-okay so thus maybe a bit far too violent but it's not so detailed for me and stuff. anyways go on...

|| luke ||

Before her sharp and bony nails could dig into my skin and open me up, there was a loud scream then I felt flesh and a body push me sidewards as the woman pushed her nails. I landed hard on my head and suddenly I felt a bit numb, above me was a familiar green-headed boy his face contorting in pain both emotionally and physically.

Quickly getting up I move towards Michael who was already pressing on his side where he must've gotten hit by the woman. All her laughs and evil screams fill through my ears, then I realize she didn't disappear, she was there laughing hysterically and looking at us like she doesn't give a fuck. And she does.

I look back and see Felicity running towards me and Michael to help out. but a sudden force pushes her, forcefully, backwards and she hits her back on the wooden wall. Now she's in pain, holding her back and sinking down to the floor. This time I turn around and see Michelle trying to do the same but gets pushed upwards this time, hard, and falls down protecting her face with her arm. Now she's out cold.

No, wait. Now actually it's only me who could help Michael. He clutches hard on his jacket to try and stop the bleeding as he closes his eyes, painting pain all over his paler-than-ever face. In one swift move I remove my red and black flannel off my black shirt then fold it to press on the wound. I could hear all out quick heartbeats beat all at once through my ears and my heavy breaths make me panic more.

"Michael, it's going to okay. okay? okay. Umm....It's okay! Uhh.... where's the wound????"My words fumble, as I remove his now bloody hands and replace it with my flannel. Before I put the shirt on him, I noticed his skin wasn't in holes but he only got scraped but it seemed pretty painful and sick since there was a lot of blood everywhere. I started to feel sick but was able to keep it together. If you know what I mean.

Michael groans louder again as I press the flannel on his scratched skin. I try my best to tell him that he'a fine and he'll, of course, live. I could feel warm, fresh tears flowing down my cheeks as I witness my best friend who saved my life in pain. No, actually witnessing all my friends in pain and this time, nobody will be there to help me with that.

Then I notice Michael Gordon Clifford is crying here on a wooden floor, in pain, inside this horror house with his best friend for god-knows-how-many years pressing his shirt onto his bleeding skin. Just the memories that we've been together as friends and our beating heartbeats are the only things that flow through my ears and mind. This makes me cry harder and I start to sob. Michel does too but he also whimpers. We both know that we have to survive and live till the end, and dying young in this messed up place isn't the end.

When Michael's wound was starting to heal and stop bleeding, with my help of course he calmed down a bit, his tear stained face looked a lot more peaceful and I felt a huge wave of relief that he didn't loose everything just yet. Yes, he lost a quite big amount of blood, according to my blood-soaked shirt but he was alive and breathing, although weak in strength. That's when I realized the woman was still standing there, looking like she's been waiting for a long time, still smirking and nails sharply and clearly shown. I also realized, her laughter grew louder and soon turned into cries and painful screams.

The woman crumples down on the floor, shaking like she got possessed by something and I got really terrified. The cries and screams came from her as she was still shaking, non-stop, and hugging herself tightly with those sharp nails. Slowly but stealthy i moved backwards, a few feet away from her and dragged Michael a bit too. I was frozen.