It was a dark and stormy night, um, hmm, thats just too much. It was a night that the dead would remember, with
an erie atmosphere that would scare the bravest of the brave. Ahhh, that's much better.
Their car had broken down, now they were left stranded on a barren road. Peter, Jillian, Scott, and Nadine were
at the mercy of the night and whatever creatures which hide within. In search of a phone, the group headed up the road.
They travelled for what seemed like hours untill they came upon a welcome sight. It was a house straight out of a horror
movie, paint ripping, boards creaking and the whole deal. The group entered the house, and to their dismay, were told
there was no phone. However the one old man who lived in the house offered to drive them into town in the morning.
Untill then they were more than welcome to stay in one of the twenty three guest bedrooms.
It was late so they all decided to go straight to bed. They were all hoping for a good night's sleep, but hey, this
is a horror story. How likely is that? Jillian woke up on the lavish four poster canopy bed, she looked at the clock
and discovered that she had only slept for half and hour. The room was dry and Jillian was thirsty, so she decided that
she should find a beverage of some sort.
She ventured out into the hallway her bare feet leaving small footprints on the cold and dusty floor. She went
downstairs and eventually found the kitchen. She quickly went over to the refrigerator and opened it. The sight inside
made her mouth drop. No food, no drink, just a pool of goo sitting on the bottom of the fridge. Almost as if it knew
she was looking at it the creature slimed out through a hole in the back of the fridge. She quickly closed the fridge
and backed away.
A sound from behind her startled her she turned and saw a glowing spot on the wall. The glowing spot began to grow
and the sound eminating from it became louder. Fearing what the glowing thing is she went to run away but she slipped on
something and landed face down on the kitchen floor (which, she noticed absurdly, could do with a good cleaning), and she
rolled over on her back to discern exactly what it was that had caused her to fall. With horror, she saw that it had
been the pool of goo, which had slimed out of the fridge, and was now over twice its original size. The goo began to
squirm closer, leaving foul-smelling black trails behind it. The sound and the glowing spot was forgotten as the goo
touched her foot. Jillian began to scream as she saw the flesh on her foot melting away before her eyes. She tried
dragging herself back, but wouldn't you know it, she twisted that ankle and was unable to move.
Soon the goo had seared away everything on the end of her leg, including bone, leaving only a messy stump covered
in shiny reddish-brown pus. Our Jillian passed out from the agony, and was still out for the count by the time the
others had raced downstairs to her. Scott reached the kitchen first. "Oh, my God," he said, slowly, unable to tear his
eyes away from the horror before him. Jillian's lower half had become a chunky sea of blood and crust, steaming hot from
the black goo that was threatening to envelop the rest of her. She was groaning, as though it were beyond her to do
anything more, her eyes half-closed and her arms reaching out toward the others.
Seeing that it was too late to save her, Scott turned around to push the door shut so the others wouldn't come in.
A tenticle reached out of the wall and wrapped around Scott's neck, but before he could utter a sound, his head was
separated from his body with a loud shlump. Peter and Nadine entered the kitchen moments later, however there was no
trace of either Jillian or Scott. Peter scratched his head.
"This has got to be some kind of a prank, they're around here somewhere."
"Aren't we a bit old for hide and go seek?" Asked Nadine
"Oh well lets get started." Peter and Nadine searced
the first floor, eventually finding a door which led down a long concrete stairway. They went down the stairway and
were amazed with the room they discovered at the bottom. In the room was a medivel stlye dungeon. Chains hung from the
wall and an iron maiden stood in the corner.
"Cool." Gasped Nadine as she walked to the wall. Nadine leaned her back against the wall. "Peter, close them
on my hands." Nadine held he arms close to the shackles on the ends of the chains. Peter closed them aroung her slender
wrists making sure to leave a gap, not closing the shackles completely. Nadine pouted and portrayed the helpless victum
as Peter watched with a small smile on his face.
"The damsel in distress." comented Peter.
"Im not in distress." At that moment a creaping sound came from the top of the stairs and sent a chill down Nadines
spine.
"Hey-Peter, I've had enough get me out of these." Peter walked to Nadine and looked at the shackles placed on
Nadines wrists. He expected to see the gap from them not being closed but Nadine's wrists were completely wrapped in the
steel. He turned her hands as far as they would go, but could find no gap to unlock her.
Almost panicking, Peter began to bang at the shackles as Nadine twisted and turned, ready to scream. The creaking
noise came again, closer this time, until a creature appeared on the stairs. It was the goo, yet it had amalgamated with
the tentacles from the glowing spot on the wall, and the creature had Scott's head in place of its own. Peter began
backing away as Nadine squirmed helplessly in the shackles. She began banging away at them herself, calling out for
Peter to help, but he could only back away, fascinated by the sight of the creature moving forward. It reached a tentacle
out to grab him, but he felt something hard against his back. Desperately, he opened the hinge on the iron maiden and
crawled inside, wishing for some way to hide himself. He heard the motor on the iron maiden start up, and felt the iron
manacles colse against his wrists, locking him in place. Ironically, he began to scream to be let out, remembering
something from a trip to Louis Toussaud's wax museum:
An Iron Maiden, a favourite tool of the medieval torture-monger, was eventually built as the most agonizing device
of the day. The Maiden is equipped with a slow motor, allowing the metal spikes on the inside of the casket to close in
toward the victim at the average rate of one-half inch per hour. The longest spike was aimed to land between the legs,
and the shortest at the brain, so as to make the process as long as possible. Peter began to scream
Nadine tried to stay calm as she heard Peters agonising cries for help, she then tried to focuss on her own
problems to take her mind off of Peters fate. She was trapped her wrists bound to the wall with pieces of steel. And if
she didn't find a way free of them she would be dinner for a creature with the severed head of one of her friends on it.
She grabbed the chains and began to jerk them, hoping to break them free of the wall. She gave up after a moment, the
chains may have looked old but they were still as strong as ever.
She went to shift her possition but her right foot was anchored in place. She looked down to see the creature had
a hold of the bottome of her foot. Heat began to grow from where the creature touched, she then realized that it was
begining to corrode. She grunted and wrenched her bare foot out of her shoe seconds before it melted into nothingness.
Nadine suddenly had an idea, it would not be easy to pull off but it was her only chance. She planted the foot that was
still shoed into the goop. She waited a second then began trying to pull it out. She jerked futilely four times before
the foot came free. Globs of acidic goo hung from the melting shoe.
Using all the flexibility she had in her body, she flipped and put the shoe up to the first of the chains. After
smearing it on the chain she went to work on the other. When she was done she wrenched the shoe off just as it was
starting to burn her skin. She began to hear the goo eating through the rusty chains. She hung in the chains, not
having any clear patches of floor to place her bare feet.
One of the chains suddenly broke and she swung hard to the side before the other did the same. She landed just
inches away from the goo. She looked toward the iron maiden, the creature was between her and it. Even if she could get
to it she doubted she could help Peter. She then dashed up the stairs, closing the door and locking it behind her.
Nadine saw the front door, the only thing between her and the door was a shiny patch of what looked like linoleum.
"I'm gonna make it." Her bare feet made contact with the linoleum and she paused feeling a strange feeling from
touching it. She went to go for the door but her feet became stuck immediately. Groaning, "Nobody's luck could be this
bad," she began in vain to pull her feet up. The most she could do was crack the linoleum's sides a bit, not even enough
to yank her feet up with the tiles still attached. She nearly exhausted herself, the goo sliming up the basement stairs
as she struggled, and finally had an idea.
She threw her body as far as it could reach, and yanked hold of the fireplace poker that was beside the stone
fireplace just to her right in the living room. She used it to pull open a kitchen drawer and spill the contents (drawer
included) onto the linoleum. Out tumbled a few potato peelers, a turkey baster, and a CLEAVER!
Nadine snapped up the cleaver fast, aware of the goo beginning to filter under the basement door. She began to saw
at the floorboards, attempting to take them up with her feet as the goo squished closer. She was almost around the only
footleft when the goo touched her toes. She screamed and hacked away at it, but to her dismay, the knife began to melt.
In a frenzy of cutting, she turned her attention back to her task, and in another few seconds, she was free!
Now jumping (what? It's hard to walk with floorboards stuck to your feet, ok?!?), she hopped to the fromt door and
felt a wave of triumph wash over her. She was about to turn the knob and open the door when two tenticles broke through
the floor and grabbed on grabed on to each of the floorbords. She Grabbed the doorknob tightly as the tenticles yanked
her back. To her amazement the floorbords were no longer stuck to her feet.
"Wow, you actually did me a favor." She scrambled to her feet and ran out the front door. She sprinted away from
the house as fast as her legs would carry her. The house then spontaneously exploded behind her. She fell to the ground
as the house desintigrated behind her. She turned to see the hole where the house used to be. She sighed a gasp of
relief and fell asleep on the ground.
END PART ONE
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