Criers Mansion

Alone Agian

The air was humid and damp and the smell was hot and sticky. I slowly open my eyes and find several rats going threw the pockets of my jacket eating the fruit snacks I stuffed in the earlier. I squirm and scream and flail myself out of the wall indentation. I'd be lucky if no one heard that. I reach for my jacket sleeve and pull it up to my elbow, and read my sand covered watch,"3:00 am 4/8." I have been asleep for an entire twenty four hours.
Astonished at my lack of rest I look around the dim lighted room for a passage way of some sort. I took one step and already my feet were sore. Who knew that's what happens after a whole day of no walking. I turn down 3 corners only to find a dead end with a broken mirror shattered on the floor. I pick up one of the pieces being careful not to cut myself. I look at my reflection and start to feel the conceded sympathy. My hair is mess, my eyes are all red and puffy from crying so much, my clothes are covered in this sand-dust stuff. I look like a zombie.
I throw the piece back on the ground and listen to it clatter as it hits the stone floor. It shatters into a million pieces of sharp shimmering glass. I turn around and behind me another dead end awaits my arrival. This time a pile of loose items sits at my feet calling my name as if it needs me for survival in this cruel place. I rummage threw the stuff and I find an 1895 Babe Ruth baseball bat. I hold the bat over my shoulder and swing to the imaginary baseball, the crowd goes wild. I let the bat hang between my fingers as I walk back down the hall to the right.
After about twelve minutes of senseless walking I hear the voices again. The shoes those men where wearing clatter across the ground, but they where over powered by the sound of me clomping my feet across the floor as I run for my life.
I turn back around a few more corners until I'm at the pile of loose junk again. The voices have finally caught up with me and I can hear them running down the closest pathway. I start scrambling up the garbage pile and try to swing my legs over to escape. But it's no use. I come tumbling down to the ground, my landing wasn't soft at all since my bat was right under neath me. I jump to my feet and brush the loose dust and sand from the crevices on my clothes. I whip my head up to see my surroundings and an enormous amount of fear makes my skin go pale. The two men, "sweaty" and, "baldy" are right in front of me.
Baldy dives for my ankles but before he can take a step, I swing the bat making a crunching sound against his knee cap. The bat clatters to the floor and I start sprinting off again.
The first thing that comes to mind is, what did they do to Oliver? I was aware of the fact they probably killed him which brought tears to my eyes and slowed me down. I feel a tug on the back of my cotton t-shirt, and then a firm cold, muddy boot to the stomach. I wince in pain as a flare of blue stars appears out of my the corner of my eye, then a stab of needles rushes threw the side of my head like a stampede. And to think, I didn't make it even 3ft away from the garbage dump.
I hear the metal bang onto the cold stone of the floor where I lay motionless. From where I lay I can see Babe Ruth's initials on the bat smudged by either blood or crimson mud. The murmuring from the men is slowly dying down as the room gets dark, and erie. That last thing I see is a black, button eyed rag doll, with the name, "Avalon" written on the plaid, dirt stained dress. Then the room goes completely dark and silent.
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A/N: Only 2 more chapters till I'm done with this story. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. This has been really challenging on my half. Also go check my new story LIFE which is going to have its first short story before Thursday. Till next time my loyal readers.😜✌️