Chapter 4 Dove
DOVE
Iwas bored, I’d poured more than enough drinks down my throat to feel the buzz from the alcohol but still I couldn’t relax, it wouldn’t matter what I poured down my throat, I still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my soul.
I wait for Christina to be distracted. Doesn’t take much. She starts playing a drinking game with the guys that don’t even know I exist, but it’s the cue I need to escape.
I’m going to go home, but curiosity gets the better of me. It isn’t often you get an invitation to a house with such an impressive history—even if some of it is horrifying.
I tip toe out of the room, but nobody notices. They are too busy having fun. The staircase calls to me. I wonder what’s up there. We had been restricted to one room, but this was a big house and I was curious about what lay ahead.
I take the stairs one at a time; the owner seems to have refurbished them because they don’t make a sound as I quietly walk up them; I was expecting them to creek, alerting everyone to my exploring but I hear nothing but silence as I descend the stairs.
Double doors face me as soon as I get to the top, walking inside I’m curious what’s in this room, rows upon rows of bookshelves adorn the walls, crimson carpets and curtains enhance the dark gothic decor and there in the midst of this little treasure trove I’ve stumbled upon I find a table with one very large pumpkin sat on top of it.
Curiously, I go towards the pumpkin. It’s not like the rest. There are holes oddly placed, but no intricate designs carved into it, not even a face.
“How strange.” I mutter.
Looking around the table, there is a gold plated nameplate on the side of the table that reads: The Pumpkin Destroyer
I’m about to turn and leave because it’s just getting stranger the longer I look at it, but the lights go out and terror hits my body.
Somebody is just playing a prank, I try to tell myself, but the uneasy feeling I’d had all night suddenly turns into fear.
I hear footsteps, but I can’t figure out what area they are coming from. Someone is breathing hard near me.
“Hello?” I call out. “Is somebody there?” I roll my eyes. If this was a horror movie, I’d be screaming at the actors that you never call out to somebody in the dark, and here I was doing the same thing.
I throw my hands up in the air because I’m been silly and I’m about to feel my way out of this nightmare in the dark when something snaps across my wrists, pulling my body into the air and all I can do is scream.
I wait, but nobody comes rushing to my aid. Then it dawns on me: nobody can hear me up here.
I should have never left the party to go in search of excitement because now look at me, levitating from some trap I’ve accidentally walked into and nobody knows where I am. They are too busy drinking and having fun.
The footsteps draw closer, but I still can’t see anything. I may as well be fucking blind.
“Hello.” I call once more, but whoever it is chooses not to respond.
I had never felt fear like this before it courses through my veins making me shake, I try throwing my legs about but it’s no use, I’m completely vulnerable and I don’t know how I’m going to escape this nightmare I’ve accidentally stumbled upon.