11 June 2012
"Come on Chicken. Are you scared or something?" a young, red haired boy jeered. Quickly he grabbed his two friends, one a blonde, tall boy and the other a dark haired girl with striking blue eyes. "I'm just not to sure about this, Chris." said the blonde haired male. "The last people who went in there never came out.." The dark haired girl laughed and helped Chris pull him along. "Yeah Darren! It's just a dare!" she giggled. Sighing, Darren looked at his two friends, then focused on the girl. "But Amy.." he sighed. Knowing if he walked away he'd never let down the name calling, he shook his head. "Fine. Come on.." he mumbled.
Chris and Amy both ran up the path like excited children at a theme park, but instead stood a large, derelict house. Damp surroundings made a lingering stench which hit the children's nostrils. Although the smell didn't turn them back. Still they pressed on until Darren noticed something. A wooden sign. "LEAVE HURRY." was smeared in red. Chris and Amy ignored it, but Darren remained fixed. Red. Red is a sign of danger. Of blood. He was about to turn, until Amy yelled. "Oi! Chicken! Get over here." Glancing at the sign again, he did what his friend requested. Chris then slowly went for the door handle, until he jerked his hand back. "What is that? It's warm and damp!" he hissed. Quickly the other two glanced over. Then they both shuddered. A red substance was on the door handle. "Is that blood..?" whispered Darren. Amy flinched and quickly took hold of her bag, shivering. Despite being the first to be startled, Chris laughed it off. "Nah! Probably just rust or something." then he went to open the door.
With a loud creak it opened.
The group of friends stared down a dark hallway. Silence screamed in their ears. Nothing moved. Nothing stirred. As if everything stopped. Everything died. Slowly they all entered the house with floor boards creaking with each step. After finding a kitchen and a bathroom, they found a sizeable room. The living room.
Pictures of a man hung around the room along with antique furniture. The putrid stench remained. Chris was the first to set down his sleeping bag. Then followed by Amy. Then Darren. After a few minutes, Chris got up. "Right, don't start the spooky stories without me. I need a restroom break!" he beamed as he walked out of the room. Amy giggled with Darren just giving an odd look. Then Amy turned to Darren. "You seem to know a lot about this place. What's the story about it?" Darren turned towards her, then shrugged casually, despite his heart racing. "Apparently some guy assassinated the Lord, now he punished anyone who enters in the same way he was punished. Something like that anyway." Amy laughed. "Dude, that is SO fake!" she cheered.
Then a yell of fear filled the house. Dashing to the bathroom, Darren started thudding his fists on the door. "Chris? Chris! Open the door! Stop messing around!" he yelled. No reply. "Chris!" Amy shrieked. No reply again. Feeling something on her foot, Amy looked down. Crimson liquid seeped from the bottom of the door. From the bathroom. "Chris!" Amy shrieked again.
Still no reply.
That Dare. • Opuss № I