posted on Nov, 23 2014 @ 07:40 AM
Chapter 2 10:32pm January 2015, Stevenston street, Godfrey. A rumbling noise coming from the basement below persisted. Ever so slight at first but
there it was again, a definate rumble, then a cracking noise followed by a loud thunderous clap of what sounded like falling masonry, giving way,
making the whole house shake violently. Pete jumped up off the settee and ran over to the basement doorway. Silence. The only sound now was the
glugging from the contents of the bottle of beer he'd knocked off the table nestled beside the settee. He briefly glandced over at the final ebbing
of its contents as it pooled on the woodern floor at the neck of the green bottle. Normally, Pete would have cursed at his clumsiness, it was his
favourite beer after all, the last bottle of six he drank that night, but the noise and the shaking from below had overridden that. He snapped his
head back towards the basement doorway and carefully listened for any further sound. Nothing. Sweat on his brow chilled his face, hands shaking he
grasped hold of the brass handle and twisted it, gingerly pushing the door open, slightly ajar. The first thing that hit him was a puff of stale
smelling dust, as it escaped out of the basement followed by a foul smelling stench that made him grimace. His first thought was that of sewerage and
that the basement floor had collapsed, exposing a waste pipe running beneath his house .It was worse than sewerage though, a gag inducing mixture
between raw sewerage and something else., rotten meat. That's what sprung into his mind anyway. He instinctively shut the door and stepped back,
carefully listening for the faintest sound. Immediate thoughts of the living room floor collapsing beneath him, sending him tumbling into basement
below made him instinctively try to lift his own weight from his feet before realising that all of his weight was still going to be there, no matter
how much of his feet he tried to raise off the floor. Yet it didn't give way. Surely his neighbour Suzie who lived just on the other side of his
living room wall should of been banging on his front door by now. He heard Suzie coughing some five minutes before. Tony, her new boyfriend who lived
on the other side of town was in too. He'd heard his old Volvo pulling up outside about half an hour ago. That distinct raspy diesel engine was
ucnmistakable, the car was going on twenty years old and its sounded like it, but it kept going, much to the amusement of Tony A horrifing thought
popped into his head, Suzie and Tony could be lying in his basement, their floor might of collapsed plunging them into the darkness. Just as he turned
towards the front door, a loud thud hit the basement door, making it bash heavily against its frame. Not a hard object but something soft and heavy.
Ice chills prickled the skin on his neck, his heart beating faster again as he stepped forward and took hold of the door handle. A second thud at
waist level amde him jump back with a shriek.. The handle began to slowly turn and the door swung open. Wisps of dust, less intense than before blew
out into the room followed by that stench. Darkness in the form of a perfect rectangle emerged from the dissipating fog of dust as it dispursed into
the room he stood in. Frozen to the spot, Pete who stood some five feet away from its entrance saw nothing but utter blackness. He tentatively stepped
forward covering his nose with his hand against the onslaught of nauseating foul odour wafting out from deep below. "Hello?" Pete's voice cracked
with fear, "Suzie?....Tony?.....Are you in there? .....Are you okay?" An unseen hand grabbed hold of of his ankle and violently yanked him into the
basement stairwell. The floor and concrete steps striking with heavy blows against his body and head, he could feel the skin being scrapped off him as
he was dragged further and further down deep into pitch blackness by a hand that kept squeezing him with utmost contempt. That was when he lost
consciousness. A swirling haze of self awareness slowly began to wake up within pete's mind. He was alive. His first thoughts were of dread, just
utter despair and a feeling of unthankfullness that he was actually waking up as he began to recall being dragged into the basement. He wasn't at an
age where he still believed in monsters, but that was what he felt had just brought him to where he was now. He tried to open his eyes, he couldn't
move. Sheer panick sent his heart into an impossibly loud, erratic rythmn, a chilling sweat broke out over his entire body as he tried to move once
again. Nothing. He should of felt pain. He remembered his violent decent, but he now felt no residual discomfort, apart from the memories of what had
happened that wasbniw teafing into his soul. He was paralysed, although not in any type of restraints that he could feel, his muscles just didn't
seem to work. He lay on what seemed like a hard surface and was enveloped in complete blackness, he willed his eyes to open, to no avail. The sound of
a door opeining to his immediate left annihilated his every thought. Tentative footsteps approached him and a weak smell of body odour filled his
nostrils. A warm soft hand slowly caressed his forehead and he felt a hot breath on his ear. "Sshhh my love!" came a young womans voice, " Don't
worry Pete, you'll be okaay" she exclaimed in a way that unsettled him even more. She was frightened and nervous, more so than him. He tried to
spesk and move, willing his body to just do something, nothing. "if you're lucky.....when they come" she paused longer," Don't look at them in
the eyes! TRY TO RUN PETE, ....if you're...lucky...I hope you are, my love." her voice raised and ebbed with utter fear and desperation. "I love
you Pete, I always have....I've been watching you, since you came." she sounded desperate and much in need of love. " im sorry my love, this is all
I can do.....just tell you to run, .....if you can" This wasn't happening, pete's mind raced with utter confusion and fear for his predicament.'
Who was she? ' he thought, he didn't recognise her voice, she knew who he was, she knew his name for gods sake, 'what the hell is happening?' he
thoguht. The door which she had entered opened once more, it was met with a very controlled yet audible sucking in of breath, from his female admirer.
Whoever had just entered the room had total control over her; and him! That smell from the basement filled the room, making Pete think of that hand
that grabbed his ankle, bringing him to the place where he now lay, totally helpless. A shuffling of feet grew closer to him, the smell grew in
intensity with every footstep. He tried to move, the sheer terror he felt made him feel he was on the verge of insanity, or a heart attack. The figure
stopped by his side. The stench was overwhelming, it was a strong smell of rotting meat and ammonia, not so noticeable before but here, with it
standing beside him it, was clear whatever it was, it was in a clear state of some sort of decay. He was at the mercy of the stuff of nightmares.
Three cold, what he assumed were fingers lightly touched his neck, pointing out the points of a pyramid, making his skin tingle as if a small
electrical current had penetrated his being and slowly began to violate his body, itntravelled down into his spine. The cold fingers moved awa,
leaving a slimey wet substance that dribbled down the base of his neck. His eyes began to open. A dull light emanating from behind him reflected
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