Her Darkest Corner

Screaming. All I could hear was screaming. My eyes fluttered open and I slowly sat up.

The screaming stopped? It was dark in this room, and a sticky substance covered my entire right side. I dragged my finger through it and brought it to my face. It smells like...blood?

Am I covered in blood?! I looked around, trying to make out shapes in the dark room. Four cracks of light filtered through the darkness, touching my hand and arm, revealing that I was in fact covered in blood.

A door? I swallowed hard and stood up, feeling my way to it. It was a door. With a small window covered in thick paper.

I ripped it off, cutting my fingers in the process. More screams filled the air, making me jump. They sounded closer now, making goosebumps raise along my arms and down my spine.

Through the small window, I saw a dark hall, a small patch of light in the distance giving me a shred of hope. Until, that is, I heard an insane laugh ringing through the hall, sounding like it was too close for comfort.

Had the screaming stopped again? My heart was racing in my chest and tears of fear were stinging my eyes, blurring my vision.
I reached into my pocket, feeling for something , anything that could help me right now.

In my pocket, I felt a hard, thin object. My phone?! I bit back a cry of joy and pulled it out of my pocket. Before I could unlock my screen, I heard another laugh and footsteps clacking against the floor, almost as if there was water on it.

I ducked down and covered my mouth, holding my breath. The footsteps came closer and closer, stopping outside the door.
Oh God please! Please don't find me! I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand tightening over my mouth. After a moment of silence, the footsteps moved on.

I heard a voice. "Join them." I opened my eyes and looked around, seeing nothing. In a panic, I unlocked my screen and turned my phone around, directing it into the room.

God I wish I hadn't. The floor was painted in blood, all seeming to come from the naked woman in the corner. Her intestines were pulled from the gaping hole in her abdomen and were around her neck.

One of her hands was still clutching the gruesome noose. She'd been strangled....by her own intestines? I swallowed hard and moved my light to look at myself.

My shirt and pants were covered in blood, as were my hands. A chill ran through me as I looked and saw that the blood was smeared toward where I'd been laying.

What's happening? Why can't I remember anything?! Not caring where that laughing person was, I got up and ripped the door open, running into the hall and toward the light.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" I heard a girl's voice shout, followerd by that same laugh. That was all I needed to send me running.

I ran out of the light and around a corner. There in front of me was a boy, about my age. He was sitting against the wall, staring blankly forward. "Hey." I breathed, squatting next to him.
When he said nothing, I shook his shoulder. He fell forward and slumped, his face grinding against the concrete of the floor.
Sticking out of the back of his head was a crowbar. I was too scared to scream.

Instead, I stood up and ran to the other side of the hall and looked out the window into the dark night. I was a few floors up, at least six. "You need to get to the first floor, Diana." I whirled at the same voice as before, shocked that it'd whispered my name.
A sharp whistle filled the air, making me run. Ahead, I saw a flight of stairs. Carefully, I took them down to the next floor.

When I turned into the hall, I heard the laugh again, only it came from behind me. "There you are." I turned tail and ran the direction the voice wasn't, nearly falling down the stairs as I took them two at a time.

The footsteps and whistle followed me with a steady pace. I turned out of the stairs when they stopped and ran into the hall, only to trip over something.

I looked down at my legs. Tangled between my ankles was a severed arm. I kicked it away and got up, passing the other arm and legs as I ran. I skidded to a stop when I saw the head.
It looked familiar. Not sure where my sudden nerve came from, I picked it up by the hair and looked into the eyes. "C-Camron?" I asked the name that was on my tongue, moving the hair to the side.

Flashes of his smiling face filled my mind, his hand in mine, his lips pressed against my cheeks and neck. "Oh God Cam!" I gasped and dropped his head. He's dead.

My mind seemed to be piecing everything together again. We'd came to this abandoned hospital on a dare from on of the upperclassmen at our school. Me, Cam, Jessica, Leo, and Erin all agreed.

Jessica....I looked at the blood on my hands, seeing her face again. It'd been her in the room with me. Leo had the crowbar through his head.

Bile rose in my throat and I had a sense that if I kept going, I'd find Jessica and Erin too, murdered in some awful way. A burning sensation filled my body. "Run." The voice breathed in my ear.

"He was no fun." The girl's voice was behind me again. "He died much too easily." I heard the pout in her voice.

This time, I didn't run. I turned to face her. She had her back to me and was picking up Cam's head, holding it like she was in an old Shakespeare play.

Her soft hums filled the air as she started to dance, her long hair fluttering behind her like a dress when her body moved. "You don't remember me, do you?" She sang, still dancing.

I remained silent until she finally stopped. "No, of course you don't." She sighed heavily. "How could you? You were still so young when mom and dad put you up for adoption." She said, finally turning to look at me. "That's why I killed them, you know?"

Her face.....was a mirror image of mine. "They didn't want you to know me." She laughed. "Your dear, sweet, older sister." She dropped Cam's head and kicked it away, coming closer. "Come here, Diana. Let me see you." Her blood drenched hand took mine and she pulled me into the light of a flickering bulb.

"This is all a bad dream." I shook myself. She laughed and hugged me.

"It's an amazing dream, little sister. Who would have thought that you'd get the gene too?" She asked, making me look at her questioningly. "The way you killed that girl was so....lovely. And artistic, I might add. I would never have thought of using her own intestines to strangle her." She held me by my shoulders.

"You're lying." I said, my voice faint. She shook her head wildly and grinned.

"How'd it feel? Hearing her choking gasps, begging you to stop?"

"Shut up!" I gasped, my body shaking. I didn't kill her.

"To see that little spark of life leave her eyes?" She didn't stop. "The feel of her blood on your hands, making everything oh so slick?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" I cried, covering my ears. She ripped my hands away from my head.

"Wake up, Diana." She shook me. "I killed the others so we could finally be together." She smiled at me. "But you killed that girl. You've finally came to me." She hugged me.

Like they had with Camron, flashes of Jessica filled my mind. We were in that room taking pictures. Then she...she kissed me. And was taking off her clothes.

She tried to take mine off. I grabbed a piece of glass and stabbed her in the stomach, ripping it to the side.

Her cried apologies filled my ears, but they didn't stop me. I reached into her and pulled her apart, right in front of her eyes.
She tried to stop me, but she was so weak. Too weak. I wrapped her intestines around her neck and pulled tight, her blood making it hard to keep a good grip. I was laughing.

Laughing hard. "That's my girl." The girl, my sister smiled, kissing my forehead. "My name is Lindy." She took my hand.

"It felt good." I smiled. "It felt really good." I laughed. She nodded and lead me away.

"I know." Her voice was proud.