They can't get out. And the house will punish them if they try...
It was a dead, bloody mess. I didn’t look long enough to see anything else, I tore myself away and ran down the stairs. I had to have air, sunlight. I ran to the door and tried to pull it open, but it was locked. The lock was from the inside though “What the fuck?” I whispered, turning the knob furiously. I ran through to the back door, but it too was mysteriously shut. I screamed and tried all the windows. What the fuck? Mikey walked out of the office room. “What’s wrong?” I looked up at him. “I… Need… AIR.” He motioned towards the door, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I walked back up the stairs. Why the fuck are they still in that fucking room? I thought. “FRANKIE AND GERARD AND BOB GET OUT OF THAT GODAMN ROOM!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. They walked out, Gerard shutting the door behind him. Frankie said “Well, we’ll have to call… call the police.” And tell them what? I thought. I wiped my eyes and looked around the semi circle we seemed to have formed. Gerard was trying to light a cigarette and failing due to his shaking hands, Bob was pale and had his arms crossed. It was an odd sight to me, as Bob was always drumming his fingers on things, or fidgeting. Frankie was trying not to cry, but his eyes were wet. “We need to leave.” Said Gerard’s crackly voice. Bob nodded. I nearly laughed, they didn’t know. So I watched them walk down the stairs, try to open the door. “It won’t work.” I said from my place up on the staircase. Gee looked up at me “What the fuck do you mean, Lei? Don’t fuck with us.” “Oh I’m not.” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. They all walked back upstairs. Gerard pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and dialled a number “It’ll be fine.” He said, putting the phone to his ear. I think everyone heard the “Out of range” signalling sound. It was then I heard a loud bang from behind me. I turned around slowly and looked at the closed door. I stepped closer to it and extended my hand. “Lei, don’t!” said someone. I didn’t listen. I turned the knob and opened the door, prepared for whatever horrifying thing I was confronted with. But there was nothing. The blood, the body… were gone. “What the fuck?” whispered Frank. I stepped into the room, but felt myself being jerked backwards. “Don’t go in there.” Said Bob, slamming the door shut. “Fuck.” I muttered. Gerard picked up a heavy stone ornament of some type and was sort of balancing it, as Bob, Frankie and Mikey were talking. I wasn’t listening, but was absorbed for some reason with the stained glass window It was mesmerising. St Francis, if I’m right. It was 2 or so seconds later that window was smashed to bits by a heavy stone ornament thrown by Gerard. “simple.” He said. I nodded “good work Gee.” Said Mikey, as I stepped closer to the window. It was night time… Why is the sky grey? I thought. “It’s cold…” I said. Gerard pulled me away from the window “Come on, we’ll go smash a downstairs one. “No…” I felt it get colder “Shit, it is cold… What the hell?” said Bob. Then, I felt it. A brush of wind? No… more than that, but something was there. “GET DOWN!” I screamed, as it swept through like a lightning bolt, so fast… but it was like a wave… I looked up, it looked like dust… But dust doesn’t have faces… I closed my eyes tight, clutching onto Mikey for dear life. It was so fucking cold, and the stuff wasn’t stopping. I saw Bob stand up, and pull the heavy shutters and curtains across the window, but some of it was still coming through…That’s when the scream started. It was piercing, and so loud. I barely heard Bob scream “GEE, HELP ME.” And looked up through squinted eyes to see the two boys moving a bookcase in front of the window. After that, it stopped. But the sound lingered in my ears, faintly. “What was that?” Said Frankie hysterically. Bob slid down the wall to a sitting position, looking at his arms. “Oh my god…” I whispered. His arms looked like they’d been ravaged with… Barbed wire. There were tiny fragments of something stuck in them, but the rest were scratched shallowly and blood spilled from the many open wounds. I gasped “Bob…” I looked closer… his arms looked… Like frostbite… His ars were bruised and frostbitten… “Come on… We need to fix this up.” I said, helping Bob up and leading him to the bathroom “Will the water even work?” said Mikey. I shrugged and turned the tap, and stepped back, screeching in horror as 10 or so cockroaches spilled out of the tap, followed by an almost black gungy liquid. “It’s ok, we should probably use alcohol anyway.” I whispered, walking out to the living room, where our little fire was still going, having not spread or anything either, thank god. I grabbed the almost empty bottle of Gin. “This is gonna hurt, baby. I’m sorry.” I said, pouring some onto his arm… He winced and cried out. I need to stop the bleeding, I thought. Without thinking it through, I pulled off my singlet top and tore it down the middle, tightly bounding both his wrists. He raised his eyebrows, but his look of surprise soon changed to one of gratitude. “That should help… “ I said softly. “Uh, Gee? Can I wear your hoodie.” “Sure.” He said, pulling it off and handing it to me. “Oh my god…” Mikey said. I looked up “What?”