"8, 7..."
They began to panic, clinging to each other while looking hopelessly around the room for any help. There was none.
"6. 5..."
The voice with each number sounded more amused. More sadistic. Darren could feel a liquid on his shoulder. Chris' tears.
"4,3..."
The boys then clung tighter. Never before had they been so close, but never before had they been about to be killed. Silently Darren began saying prayers under his breath. The voice laughed once more.
"2..."
Sobbing now, Chris started to shiver and breathe heavily. Darren just continued whispering silent prayers. But the last number never came.
The once terrifying voice let out an agonising groan which shook the whole house. Then the another liquid fell onto the boys. Warmer then tears. More colour also. Blood. Slowly the two boys looked up to see blood dripping down from the ceiling. Then an innocent sounding giggle of a female. A lady. Then she began singing.
"After the marriage he took my sisters life,
So I ended his with the exact same knife."
Then the boys let go of each other, now relieved that the man had gone. Although, a new concern was this new woman. Glancing down at Chris, Darren spoke. "I think we need to back into the living room." In agreement, Chris followed.
When they entered the room now, no longer was there equipment there. Or the lord's old decor. Not even the fire place. Just a dark room in which no one can see anything. "Yo Darren," Chris began, "Have you got that wind up torch?" "Think so." he replied, searching his pockets. And luckily there was. However what they saw wasn't what they desired.
"HELP ME.." was smeared across the wall in red along with a few red hand prints. It dripped onto the floor, onto Amy's pale body.
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