Monsters Within: Blood Night 2

Chapter 2

There's an annoyingly steady ring and Charlie swings her arm toward her nightstand. But her hand grazed the wood floor.

Charlie opens her eyes. The lids are heavy and her corneas feel like someone's dragged sandpaper across them. The room is dark. There's a door to the left that emits the faintest orange light through the opening crack; she can hear the sound of silence.

That is not her door.

Charlie shifts and groans, looking down where she had laid on- hard wood floor.

This is not her bed.

Charlie sits up. There's a kitchen that's empty with pieces of fruits on a bowl; tv playing with low volume from which luminaries the painted windows. A door to the right of the kitchen, lets in light, the sounds of scattering in the wall.

This is not definitely her room.

This is Jerry's old house.

Not this time.

She stands up in a gingerly stance, knowing something in this room is ready to kill her. She slowly makes her way to the kitchen and pulls out a kitchen knife. Gripping the knife, she searches the room, slowly going towards out the foyer of the kitchen where light is seaming through.

As she opens the door cautiously, the light is gone. An ominous darkness consumed the light.

She stares at the familiar room; the dark basement. Floor is compressed in the mounds of dirt, old pipes creaking above her as the wooden panels are dying, ready to collapse the entire roof of the basement. She walks carefully, trusting herself to fight nail and tooth at any threat, leading towards the damp hallway. Dust and ash tasted vile in her mouth. She is filled in anger, waiting to kill the monster within that door she is heading towards, not showing any weakness. Only defiance.

She reaches her hand on the knob and suddenly is blinded by a white light. The hallway is structure as like a butchering shop, many doors down at both sides of her. It's the small hallway of locked doors of innocent victims.

Her bare feet touches the cold floor and looks at all the doors. All are locked and appears to be empty. However, in her sight ahead is a long trail of blood, heading to the far end of a room, door wide open with the full amount of slipped blood. For a smart person, they don't follow the blood. But Charlie is not a foolish person (not saying she isn't smart), but she needs to find the monster before it claims her.

She gets to the blood and she leans against the frame of the door, adjusting the handle of the blade. She takes long breaths to calm the adrenaline.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhaling and exhaling out before entering the room and...

And nothing but the pool of stained blood on the floor.

Suddenly, a grip like steel closes around her wrist. The grip twists her arm behind her back, squeezing Charlie's wrist until the bone threatens to snap. Her fingers loosen unwillingly. The knife clatters to the ground. Charlie throws herself backwards, tugging hard, but it's as useless as a fish struggling on a line. All it does is a laugh at her, cruelly amused.

That won't stop her from trying.

Her wrist aches and if she keeps struggling then she's going to dislocate it but she is forced by a hard push, setting her into the room, slamming her face on the pool of blood. She spits the blood out of her blood, using her shirt to wipe the blood in her eyes. She can see only red in her filter. It burns and stains her eyes, hissing in pain when her body is slammed down again. A clawed hand pressed on her back when the world spins, making her lay on her back to meet the face of the familiar monster.

Jerry's eyes get darker and he presses in closer; every inch of Charlie's body in covered by him, their chests pressing together. Jerry's head dips until his lips skate by the curve of Charlie's ear. "Winner takes all."

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Charlie shot up in bed, her heart slamming against her ribcage, screaming her lungs out. She was gripping the sheets that covered her. Her body is soaked with cold sweat, her body trembling as she bit back on a frightful sob.

She half-fell out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, turning the shower on. She crawled her head under the spray and sat there for a while, eyes closed, taking deep, unsteady breaths.

Just another fucking dream. You're fine.

She drys her hair when she got out and stared at her bed. Suddenly, she looks at the alarm, seeing she slept throughout the morning and is going to be late to meet her sister Jamie and her boyfriend Lucas.

She changed into fresh clothes- dry shirt and jeans and leather jacket- and brushed her teeth while brushing her bed hair quickly as possible before getting the keys to her bike as she reminds herself many times.

Jerry is dead. I'm fine. I shouldn't be scared because I had a fucking nightmare, Charlie reprimanded herself.

He's not here. Jerry is dead...