Not again.
?
Something is not right at all. I can feel it in my bones.
We arrive in the basement, where a more profound darkness greets us. As it wasn’t scary enough down here without the burned-out bulbs.
Lucas gets a lantern out of his pocket and lights it up. That just amplifies the terror of this place, especially when he gets closer to the bulb that seemed fried.
It isn’t.
He looks at me, and I can read the concern in his eyes.
“Let’s hope it isn’t what we think it is,” I whisper, like the spirits of this place could hear us if we spoke in a normal voice.
Lucas doesn’t answer me. He moves his gaze to the place illuminated by the low light of the lantern. The place where the bulb is smashed. There is blood everywhere around it.
His light moves toward the door leading to the tunnel. Traces of a bright crimson surrounds the door. I am already feeling my own blood boiling inside me, scared of not having the same fate.
We go to the door and open it, hearing the same dreadful sound as last time, but that isn’t the only thing we hear.
“No!” a masculine voice screams in the profound darkness.
Lucas quickly takes my hand, and we run to the source of the voice.
“No, no, no, please, no!” the same voice screams.
We hear it louder as we approach the source, and we quickly realise it’s Blake.
I feel a headache at the back of my neck, and I am fighting with it while I’m running beside Lucas.
I can help you, Anmara. I promise you that I will be a… good girl.
No, not now!
But when?
Two people appear in front of us, and we slow down, staring at them carefully.
“Snap out of it, you moron!” screams the shape that is contouring more clearly.
Blake is staying above another body, which abruptly shudders while he is shaken hard by the first one.
Paul pushes Blake with a force that looks like it is draining all the power in him. Blake falls on his butt and puts his hands on his face, rubbing it aggressively.
“What the hell is going on here?” Lucas asks while approaching Paul.
When the lantern gets closer to him, I shiver and bend over Paul. A lot of blood is flowing from multiple parts of his body, but what scares me the most is the red stream that is coming out of him from a zone too close to his heart.
He coughs and tries to speak, but he is interrupted by the blood that comes out of his mouth.
“What the hell did you do to him?” I scream at Blake.
He takes his hands off his face. Even in the weakest of lights, I can see his eyes full of tears and his face full of dried blood, which makes him look like a real monster.
I try to get closer to him, but he doesn’t let me.
“I cannot control myself, Anmara. Don’t get any closer! I don’t want to hurt you, too,” he cries.
