Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

twenty nine

We screamed, but now for the sight of our friend disappearing in the dark without anyone holding her. Panic settled in. We didn't know what we're going to do. A few of us broke into tears, and it didn't help that we all apparently hated each other. We didn't know which to attend to first. Completing the ritual and going down the basement or saving the girl who got dragged. As cliché as it sounds, we split into two groups. One for downstairs, and another for our friend. It was a bad idea and we were fully aware. But this ritual was the most important thing in basically our lives. If we don't continue, we would forever face the consequences.

So we went downstairs.

The screaming in the basement was even louder now and he began saying incoherent stuff. I didn't catch most of it, but he was yelling something about "the fire hurts" We figured it was a reference to the accident one hundred years ago. That was when it hit us that this is actually real.

The basement seemed to extend forever and so did the dark. We shone our flashlight over and it didn't end. There was still no one there. By the time we reached the edge, I think we were under ten feet of unstable concrete. We were about to leave when our flashlights turned off all of a sudden and the screaming stopped. Our group was in chaos, we couldn't see anything and we didn't know where to run. We held on to the nearest person for safety, but we knew that wasn't enough. When we talked about this ritual and performing it, we knew about the consequences. We knew we could die, but we also knew we would rather die than forever suffer from our lives. Till this day I will never forget what the voice said to us in that void of a basement.

"Help me."

Only then did the light from our flashlights went back, and in front of us was man, maybe eight feet in height, floating in the air. He had no eyes, his skin in shreds over the blackish coal things which I assumed once were his flesh. The torn pieces of red things surrounding him seemed to be assembling themselves back together on his body but we didn't dare to investigate. We ran back where we came from, a few of us meeting the floor. Nonetheless we were all so busy saving ourselves to care for those who were left behind.

Upstairs we saw things. People standing in circles wearing blood-drenched white gowns. They were all staring at us and they were everywhere. It was only a matter of time before I realized I was completely alone and my friends were nowhere to be seen. I hid in the nearest room possible and locked the doors. My heart was screaming out of my chest and I was sure my breathing was heard outside. I was crying, I was panicking, I didn't know what I was going to do. I was so sure I was going die, and for a moment I was preparing for something to grab me and kill me.

About twenty minutes passed that I was huddled in the corner crying when someone knocked on my door. I was certainly not going to open it, but she spoke for herself. "Elloise, it's me please open up I'm fucking scared over here!" It was my friend so I opened up.

Even until now I'm still wishing I hadn't.

As soon as I did, I was greeted with a knife in on the shoulder and I stumbled back, my body hitting the floor. I couldn't understand what was happening. My friend walked into the door with the biggest grin on her bloody face, she was holding a knife stained with my blood and there was this insanely disturbing look on her eyes that still haunts me at night. I was bleeding out from my elbow and she just kept getting closer and closer. I didn't know if she was possessed or she finally snapped, but a lot of things were running through my head. "I was going to get murdered by my friend." I thought, and my life flashes before my eyes. This is going to be the last of me. I tried my hardest not to let myself bleed out, but she got too close.

The knife was in the air as she was preparing to stab me again when we both heard a faint voice coming from the door. "I-Is anyone there?" It was one of my friends, "Please talk to me."