hooded figures, standing there, talking, with their filler like hands caressing the neck of a strangely familiar girl.
Morgan staid in the dark, petrified in horror as their whisperers carried in the silence to him, but it wasn't any language that he ever heard off, still he imagined they were talking to each other and to the girl before them and she did not seem afraid either cuss the dark figures were gesturing at her with their robe covered filler hands and she was nodding, agreeing, to what, he couldn't understand.
Morgan yelped in shock as one of the figures leaned closer to the girl, its hooded face unmasked as the hood slid from its deformed features.
‘No, I must be seeing things! I did not just see that!’ Morgan argued with himself, completely forgetting about his immediate need to remain hidden and he suddenly noticed the eerie silence as the figures turned to where he was, snarling. It had just dawned on him, they heard him yelping.
“Shit! They saw me!” Morgan screamed, getting even more attention than he bargained for. He tried to run but it was too late for him, he could practically feel the beings, those monsters as they chased after him.
“No! Not him! Not Morgan!”
A female voice shouted as Morgan stumbled down the hall, he couldn't even turn to understand why that girl he did not remember was so worried that he would not be harmed. He didn't know how it happened but suddenly the dark figures were right behind him, their filler like hands grabbing at the exposed skin of his right arm and then ,when he thought that he could actually out run them his path was blocked by darkness as he saw another being waiting for him in the end of the hall.
“Shit! No!”
He screamed ,the smell of the foul breath of the monsters ravishing on his neck and as he looked up and his lungs nearly burst at the scream that escaped him as the filler like hands grabbed his neck to silence his terror and mercilessly push him down the stairs from which he came.
“No…" The silent whisper and then he was falling, those muffled voices, the screams of pain he knew were his own and the g irl’s voice screaming his name.
Morgan closed his eyes feeling every ache as his head hit almost every step while his b ody was uncontrollably falling.
“AGGHHH!” His agony ceased, finally, after what felt like hours in slow motion he landed on the hard floor below the staircase, moaning in agonizing pain.
“Help…” He moaned, too stunned to move, too disoriented to try and crawl away.
“He won’t be a problem.”
He half heard a devilish hiss as he felt something cold and bonny nudge at his side,
’Oh please,’ He begged, his eyes closed. ‘Please, let it not be those feelers.’
Morgan tried to move but he couldn't, he felt warm liquid around him and salt in his mouth, he forced himself to raise his weak arm from the floor, it was covered in red and he realized that it was his own warm blood he was lying in, pooling beneath him as he drowned in darkens, drifting further away from it all.
“Morgan, I’m so sorry.” He heard the girl cry out, her face, so familiar hovering momentarily over him before she was pushed away by the beasts.
“Casey…Help…”
He whispered ignoring the pleading girl as she past next to him, lead back up the stairs by the monsters and then his eyes closed and he sank into the abyss, his sister’s name on his paling lips.
Chapter three: Revelations
“MORGAN!”
Casey sprung upward in her bed, sweating like mad, her brother’s scream still echoing in her ears and the sheets like snakes wrapped all around her trebling body.
‘Was it a bad dream that woke me? What a terrible nightmare…’ She wasn't sure about what was real or not at that moment but she knew for a fact that she heard Morgan screaming, 'Why would he do that? Just to scare her? What a jerk.'
Casey glanced at Morgan’s bed, she gulped loudly, and the bed was still empty. ‘He must be
Morgan staid in the dark, petrified in horror as their whisperers carried in the silence to him, but it wasn't any language that he ever heard off, still he imagined they were talking to each other and to the girl before them and she did not seem afraid either cuss the dark figures were gesturing at her with their robe covered filler hands and she was nodding, agreeing, to what, he couldn't understand.
Morgan yelped in shock as one of the figures leaned closer to the girl, its hooded face unmasked as the hood slid from its deformed features.
‘No, I must be seeing things! I did not just see that!’ Morgan argued with himself, completely forgetting about his immediate need to remain hidden and he suddenly noticed the eerie silence as the figures turned to where he was, snarling. It had just dawned on him, they heard him yelping.
“Shit! They saw me!” Morgan screamed, getting even more attention than he bargained for. He tried to run but it was too late for him, he could practically feel the beings, those monsters as they chased after him.
“No! Not him! Not Morgan!”
A female voice shouted as Morgan stumbled down the hall, he couldn't even turn to understand why that girl he did not remember was so worried that he would not be harmed. He didn't know how it happened but suddenly the dark figures were right behind him, their filler like hands grabbing at the exposed skin of his right arm and then ,when he thought that he could actually out run them his path was blocked by darkness as he saw another being waiting for him in the end of the hall.
“Shit! No!”
He screamed ,the smell of the foul breath of the monsters ravishing on his neck and as he looked up and his lungs nearly burst at the scream that escaped him as the filler like hands grabbed his neck to silence his terror and mercilessly push him down the stairs from which he came.
“No…" The silent whisper and then he was falling, those muffled voices, the screams of pain he knew were his own and the g irl’s voice screaming his name.
Morgan closed his eyes feeling every ache as his head hit almost every step while his b ody was uncontrollably falling.
“AGGHHH!” His agony ceased, finally, after what felt like hours in slow motion he landed on the hard floor below the staircase, moaning in agonizing pain.
“Help…” He moaned, too stunned to move, too disoriented to try and crawl away.
“He won’t be a problem.”
He half heard a devilish hiss as he felt something cold and bonny nudge at his side,
’Oh please,’ He begged, his eyes closed. ‘Please, let it not be those feelers.’
Morgan tried to move but he couldn't, he felt warm liquid around him and salt in his mouth, he forced himself to raise his weak arm from the floor, it was covered in red and he realized that it was his own warm blood he was lying in, pooling beneath him as he drowned in darkens, drifting further away from it all.
“Morgan, I’m so sorry.” He heard the girl cry out, her face, so familiar hovering momentarily over him before she was pushed away by the beasts.
“Casey…Help…”
He whispered ignoring the pleading girl as she past next to him, lead back up the stairs by the monsters and then his eyes closed and he sank into the abyss, his sister’s name on his paling lips.
Chapter three: Revelations
“MORGAN!”
Casey sprung upward in her bed, sweating like mad, her brother’s scream still echoing in her ears and the sheets like snakes wrapped all around her trebling body.
‘Was it a bad dream that woke me? What a terrible nightmare…’ She wasn't sure about what was real or not at that moment but she knew for a fact that she heard Morgan screaming, 'Why would he do that? Just to scare her? What a jerk.'
Casey glanced at Morgan’s bed, she gulped loudly, and the bed was still empty. ‘He must be
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