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Chapter 6:
Countryside
The dead body hanging from the eve of his house...
The multiple people slaughtered at his cottage...
The abandoned police car assulted at the cave...
The pickup smashed into the front of the Mausoleum...
The truck overturned in the tunnel...
The crashed car in the pond...
The undead rising form the ground...
The mysterious lighting bolt...
The human face...
The infested cop...
The mysterious rope...
Jack was mystified at the unintelligible, strange enigma which had reared itself before him.
"Must get help!!"
He turned and began trudging down the path towards town. Squish-Squish.
The path wound around the corner. Tracks. Train Tracks. No train was coming. He walked
accross the rails. Rumble, Rumble. A few rocks slid off the hillside. "Whos there???"
Silence.
Jack continued.
He saw some flames up ahead. A campsite. There was a tent braced against the moutainside. Jack
walked up to the fire.
A skull with cooked flesh sat upon the fire.
He checked the tent. A couple sleeping bags, some food, and a lantern. 5/6 wick. Jack wondered
what time it was. "Must be near 2-3 o'clock in the morning". He left the campsite.
Squish, Squish.
As he came through another tunnel, he was met with a river, a small bridge, and a sizely house, home
to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. Jack decided to see if anyone was home.
He creeped up along the front lawn to the door. Everything looked ok except-----
The door knocker had been ripped off.
Jack opened the door.
Ccrrreeek.
It was dark, but a light was coming from somewhere. Jack stepped around the corner. The living
room was deserted. In the ashtray, smoke was still coming off a barely burning cigerette. The only
light spilled from Jacks lantern. Strangely, as he looked towards the ceiling, he saw the lightbulb
on it's cord swinging back and forth, back and forth...
He creeped accross to the den. In it was large bookcase on one wall, and a shelf of trophies on
the other. On a right angle desk in the corner was a computer. It was on, and the screen was
flashing rapidly, providing the only other light...
He traced his way back to the doorway, and headed left. The kitchen. A small light was coming from it.
As he stepped through the doorway, he saw. . . knives pushed into the wall. Drip-Drip. The faucet
dripping. He turned toward the light source. A microwave. A heart was popping inside. A human heart.
The microwave turned and turned...
He turned and headed toward the stairs. As he reached the base, he looked up. Black. One step.
Crreek. Two step. Crreek. Up, Up, Up...
Crreek. Crreek.
ooooooo. The faint howl crawled up Jack's spine. He reached the top. A hallway. 4 doors, 2 on each
side. And 1 at the end. All were shut, except the end one, which was open slightly, emitting a strange,
haunting gray light...
He opened the nearest door.
CCrreeeekk. Dark.
He held up his latern. A child's room. A girl's. On the floor was some Barbie dolls, some lipstick, and
assorted items. The bed was messy, showing someone having abandoning it with great anxiety. He
closed the door...
He crept to the next. He inched it open.
CCreek.CCrreeeek. Dark.
He held up a lantern. Hanging from the ceiling fan, suspended by a rope, was a young boy. The rope
was around his neck, his face blue and black. Dead.
Quickly Jack shut the door. He turned and went to the third door, but decided against it, lest he find
a similiar horror. He checked the final door, the bathroom. The sink had a red stain. There was a body,
face down in the tub, drowned in a pool of blood...
He closed the door. Trancelike, he walked toward the door at the end. Closer, Closer. The gray light
continued to spill out. Closer, Closer. He put his hand on the wood. He pushed it open...
Smoke. From the center of the room, smoke was rising from a burning spot in the floor. It was glowing.
An ominous, eriee, glowing. It cast a silver shadow upon everything within it's radius. There was
broken furniture surrounding it. His lantern suddenly blew out.
Silence.
The smoke began to move. Instead of waftering upward, it began to crawl upon the ground. It surrounded
his legs, and began to cover his vision of the ground.
CRUNCH!!
A claw smashed through the door, and began searching for him. The smoke thickened. He turned and ran.
Down the hall. Suddenly howls and screams echoed all around him. Whether it was his own imagination, or
the horrors of night wakeing themselves to his presence, he did not care.Thump-Thump-Thump. Down
the stairs.He thought he heard feet running behind him. He rushed his way to the door, slamming it
behind him and running accross the lawn, into the tunnel. HUH-huh, HUH-huh, HUH-huh.
He ran, and ran. Coming out he stopped. The church, and the parsoniage. Crosses marking graves poked out
in front of the chapel.
Silence.
He inched his way forward. The silence was deafening, and tortured his ears. His wounds to his leg and back were
smarting. Then he realized. His shotgun. All that was in his hand was the burned out lantern. "I must have
dropped it. I ain't going back. The night air whistled around him. He looked at the stain glass windows of
the church. Their colors potrayed peace, yet within it seemed to lie a dark secret. The secret.....the secret...
Suddenly the most unearthly cry ever eurupted from the window of the parsoniage. A being stood there.
Jack didn't know what it was, nor what it wanted. It jumped from the window to the ground. It was
coming after him. Jack ran. Using whatever strength his near dead leg could give him, he hurried toward the
church. The beast was gaining on him, he could here it's footseps coming for him. Closer, Closer.......
Jack ran. Hard. He ran into the church, slamming the door. He ran down the pew isle to the back. The door
behind him opened. He did not look. The unearthly sounds continued, drawing closer every moment.
The pain was blinding him, flashes of pain tearing through his body. He ran around the cornor. At the end
was the door to the back. Mustering everything he had, he rushed towards it. The sounds filled the hallway.
He was almost there...
The pain searing from his clotted cuts was killing him. His mouth had a dry, awfull gel in it. His eyes
were getting blurry. The creature was right behind him...
He yanked the door open and turned and raced for the tunnel. Huh-huh-Huh-huh. His body was about ready
to give out. He ran into the tunnel. At the end he saw something, but could not make it out. The creature
that was chasing him came around into the tunnel. Closer it came, Closer.......
The thing in front was coming closer. Jack continued to run in it's direction, the will to survive over riding
his curiosity. It was coming closer. Suddenly, Jack stumbled. His faced mashed into the mud....
He looked up and realized what it was that was coming for him......
to be continued...
Chapter 7: The Creature
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