Okay so maybe going into a supposed haunted house wasn’t such a great idea. And fine, I should’ve known better than to walk up the oldest stairs known to man, but can you blame me? I’m a curious kid! Well anyway, due to said old stairs I fell, hard. Then to add injury to insult, I fell feet first onto solid cement. As a result, I’m now stuck in some old basement with a sprained or possible broken ankle… great.
“Are you okay?” A male voice asked, making me jump slightly.
I quickly turned around and found a boy that was around my age and, I’ll admit, almost made me swoon. He was dark, but in a drop dead gorgeous way. His hair and clothes were all messy and his eyes were a magnificent blue that seemed worried. He then took a step towards me, but stopped, as if he had thought better of the action.
“Excuse me,” He started again, “but are you alright?” His eyes were practically pleading.
“Y-yeah… Who are you?” I choked out.
“Well May, can you walk?” Chris asked, though he didn’t make any moves to help me.
I ignored his distance as I looked at my now swollen ankle. “I don’t think so… Do you live here?” I had to ask.
An amused smile spread across Chris’s face, though it seemed grieved. “Not really…”
“So why are you down here? And how do we get out?”
The smile immediately dropped from his face, “Well, there are stairs over there,” he then pointed towards the door that was to his right, “they lead back to the front door.”
I couldn’t help but notice the fact that he ignored my first question, I let it slide, “Well that’s great,” I started sarcastically, “but I don’t think I’ll get very far with my foot.” I then turned to look back at Chris, “Would it be too much to ask for a helping hand?”
He shifted his feet, “I would… but…”
Chris never got to finish that sentence before a loud obnoxious sound of metal scraping across wood met our ears. I looked around the room, shocked, but found nothing. I then turned back to Chris, hoping for some answers. All I got was a terrified expression that was aimed at the door. The weird part, I could have sworn he disappeared for a fraction of a second, but I shrugged it off as a nothing.
“Chr-,” I started, only to be interrupted.
“You need to hide!” He whispered harshly, though he still made no move to help me.
“How do you expect me so do that?!”
“Crawl, limp, I don’t care, just hide!”
I rolled my eyes in annoyance before I started a slow crawl towards a pile of boxes. I was hidden by the boxes for a split second before the scraping noise stopped. Worst part, it sounded like it was in the room, though I heard no door open or close.
“Christopher! What has happened!” A loud voice boomed, making me jump in shock.
“I don’t know sir. It seems like something gave way.” Chris answered, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.
“Don’t lie to me! I know you can sense the same thing I do! There is a living soul here!”
‘Living soul?’ I asked myself, but couldn’t think too long since the scraping noise started again, causing my heart to jump.
“Of course you do sir. This place has been infested with rats since before I was born.” Chris stated, panic evident in his voice.
“Don’t play coy with me boy! Now, where is it!” The scraping continued towards me, causing my heart to pound against my chest.
“Where is what, sir?”
“Stop playing games you worthless swine!” The man yelled, and with it the scraping came to a stop. “I know you are hiding that living filth!”
I took a deep breath at the insult, a little peeved. I rolled my eyes as I then leaned over so that I could get a good look at the man that had insulted me. However what I witnessed ended up horrifying me, and all insults were forgotten.
In front of me was a man that I could have sworn was transparent! He was obviously some sort of prisoner, the chains that surrounded his body was proof of that. Though, that only added to my horror as I then looked at Chris, hoping for some answers, only to find him also transparent. Fear wretched ever limb in my body.
‘Ghosts… I’m in the presence of ghosts!’ I thought as a squeak escaped me, and to my horror, the man in chains looked right at me.
His smile was evil as he took in the sight of me, “Well, would you look at that Christopher. A new playmate.”