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Hey guys I'm sorry this has taken so long :-/ but here it is chapter 4 :-) I have spaced this chapter out, as someone on Mibba requested that I space the speech out from the main text a little more, so that it's easier to read :-) so hopefully it's ok :-) also I will be uploading on dA a layout of what the house looks like, so you can roughly get a better idea of the layout and stuff. Enjoy the chapter!!

Gerard’s POV

“Are you sure about this Gerard?” Ray asked quietly


I stood, rooted to the spot in Perry Street, bag slung over my shoulder; the autumnal wind nipping at my nose and cheeks, sending a cold shiver down my spine. Rain soaked through my coat and water droplets trickle down my face, having dripped from my hair. We had taken a slight detour, after we had left the party. We had to go back to Bob’s, in order for him to collect some overnight things, not to mention, grabbing as many blankets and pillows as we could and scouting the house quickly for any candles, matches and torches


“Yeah Gerard, you sure you want to do this?” came Billie’s voice


Billie had insisted on meeting us there, I’m guessing to make sure we actually do the dare. Mike was leaning against the care, while Tré sat in the back passenger seats, a cartoon of chocolate milk clutched in his hand as he gazed out onto the street


“Of course I am,” I replied, shivering at the coldness


Billie smirked slightly at me, before turning his gaze back to the house. It was a rather big house; big enough to accommodate a family of five, possibly six. In the darkness, you could easily make out that the house was relatively grimy and dirty, compared to the other houses on the street. Ivy had wrapped itself around the beams above the porch, and had begun to climb up the sides of the house. The white paint of the picketed fence was peeling and the wood I no doubt was rotten. The grass was long, over grown and wild. The windows were dark and black. It was fair enough to say that it did look unwelcoming this house


“Hey Billie?” Tré called out


“What?” Billie spun around to face the car


“I’m out of chocolate milk,” Tré grinned, waving the empty cartoon. Mike chuckled, while Billie rolled his eyes and turned to face me again


“Well go on then,” Billie raised an eyebrow


“How do we get in?” Bob asked, turning his head slightly, but his eyes never leaving the house


“I don’t know, you’ll just have to look for one,” Billie said turning on the spot and starting to walk back towards the car


“So you’re not going to help us find one?” Mikey asked, dragging his eyes away from the house


“Hell no!” Billie chuckled. He turned around to face us again


“I haven’t got a death wish like you guys. Like I said earlier, I’ll swing by in the morning, to make sure you’re all still here.”


Billie turned and walked back to the driver’s side of the car. Mike waving before getting back in the car


“It was nice knowing you!” Tré called out the window, waving frantically. The car roared into life, before pulling away from the curb and off down the street


“Bloody chicken,” I mumbled, before turning around and glancing at the house. Ray returned to the car


“Where are you going?” Bob asked, crossing his arms across his chest


“I’m not going anywhere! I’m just going to get the blankets and pillows,” Ray said, opening the boot, just as the window picked up even more. Bob sighed before wondering over to help Ray


“Gerard?” Mikey’s voice was quiet and I turned to look at him; his glasses were sporting water droplets, his face paint starting to run down his face as he clutched his bag to his chest


“What is it Mikey?” I asked


“If we do survive this night, remind me to murder you.” I chuckled, before shivering again


“Ah come on Mikes, it won’t be that bad,” I smiled at him, “At the moment, I think we’re all going to die of hypothermia if those two idiots don’t hurry the fuck up.”


“Yeah, well, these ‘two idiots’ could do with a hand over here!” Bob called back, making Mikey chuckle and me smile


“It’ll be fine Mikes, you’ll see.”


“It’ll be fine as soon as we get the sleeping stuff and get inside, out of the rain,” Ray huffed, pulling out a rather large duvet. We all took some covers and pillows, shutting the boot and making sure it was locked, before I began to walk up the garden path, with Mikey, Ray and Bob following closely behind


“What are we going to do, if we can’t get into this godforsaken house?” Ray asked


“Simple; we’ll just go back to mine,” Bob said, stumbling slightly


“If we can’t get in, we’ll force our way in,” I said, the others stopping as I climbed the few steps onto the porch


“What if one of the neighbours sees us breaking into this place and call the cops?” Mikey asked worriedly, glancing around a little


“Why would the neighbours care if we broke in here?” I questioned, turning to face him


“He has a point, the place has been abandoned for years, it’s not like they’re going to care,” Bob said. I turned and faced the front door, grabbing hold of the door handle. If the front door doesn’t work, we’ll simply go round the back, it’s no big deal. The metal of the door handle was cold in my hand as I jiggled it about, listening slightly, before turning it


“It’s locked, let’s try the back door.”
I stepped down from the porch and began to make my way around the back of the house, with the other three following closely behind. The back gate was hanging off its hinges slightly as I pushed it open. The long grass was tedious, wrapping around my feet tightly, before breaking loose. In the little light there was, it was easy to tell that the back yard was long and over grown like the front, with a tree situated near the middle of the garden


“This place is a little creepy,” Ray commented as I stepped up to the backdoor, taking hold of the door handle


“Every back yard looks creepy when it’s dark,” Bob said, glancing around warily.


“Hurry up Gerard, its cold!” Mikey whined slightly


Again, I jiggled the handle about a little, before turning it. To my surprise, it creaked open slowly. Cobwebs littered the doorway. I turned around to face the other three, who stared dumbfounded at the door. I stepped inside a little, greeted by darkness before turning around to face the others, who still hadn’t moved


“Well, are you coming in or not?” I jumped slightly, as light flickered across the sky, the other three walking hurriedly forwards to the door


“That has to be a bad sign,” Ray mumbled, passing by me


“Stop being such a sissy Toro,” Bob muttered, shoving Ray slightly in the back. I closed the door behind Mikey as the thunder emitted a low grumble in the distance. We were all shrouded in darkness, the house eerily quiet. It wasn’t long, before Ray was brandish a torch and shining it around in the room. The windows were bordered up from the inside by the looks of it


“This must be the kitchen,” Mikey pointed out; it was a relatively large kitchen, the kitchen units looking relatively intact though covered in a thick layer of dust, the oven unused for years, and the breakfast bar bare and empty


“Come on, let’s go find the lounge and light some candles,” I said, walking forwards and taking the torch from Ray


Turning around, I walked out of the kitchen area and into a dining area, table and chairs still standing in their original places, a lone mug sat on the table. As I walked out of the dining room area, and into the hallway, the floorboards creaked with each step I took. I turned right and pushed open a door that was slightly ajar. Shining the light in there, I could make out the back of a couch


“Here it is,” I walked further into the room, the others close behind. I walked over to the couch and dumped everything I had in my arms there. Holding the torch, I shone the light around the room. In front of the couch was an old coffee table, with two arm chairs placed around the room as well. There was an empty fireplace that was dirty and dusty. There were old book shelves, still filled with books, and on old TV stand that is now abandoned. Above the fire place on the mantelpiece are a few ornaments, abandoned by its original owners. The curtains look worn and tired


“God dammit, I know the matches are in here somewhere,” Bob spoke. I spun around and shone the light on him


“Thanks.” He rummaged around, some of the contents of his bag falling out onto the floor, before he pulled out a box of matches. Ray was holding a carrier bag filled with candles. Mikey flinched as another rumble of thunder sounded from outside. After a moment or two, Bob had placed half a dozen tea lights on the coffee table and light them. The flickering glow light the room up a bit more, casting flicker shadows across the room


“Dude, can I have the torch? I wanna go see if there are any plates in the kitchen that I could put the big candles on,” Bob asked, holding onto, two chunky candles, and six slim candles. I tossed him the torch and he disappeared out of the room again


“It’s cold in here,” Mikey shivered as he spoke


“What do you expect, there’s-”


“Hey guys! Come and have a look at this!” Bob cut Ray off mid-sentence. I rushed forward and out into the hallway, Mikey close behind and Ray a few paces behind


“What is it?” I asked


Bob stood in the doorway to the kitchen area, the torch pointing downwards


“What do you think that is?” Bob asked pointing to a stain on the floor


“How the hell did we miss that?” Mikey asked as I walked past and crouched down in front of it. It was a dark murky brown colour


“Is it blood?” Ray asked


“I don’t know, but there are a few other stains by the dining table too,” Bob shrugged slightly as I stood back up


“It could be anything,” I said as Bob walked forward and placed the candles down onto the breakfast bar and walked over to one of the cupboards


“Didn’t Billie say that the dad got stabbed in here?” Ray said, crossing his arms across his chest, glancing warily behind himself


“I think so,” Bob said, searching through a cupboard and frowning when he didn’t find anything


“And that patient got shot down dead by the cops,” Mikey mumbled, looking over towards a door, which I presume leads down into the basement


“Bingo!” Bob called out grinning slight as he pulled out a couple of plates and a tray


“Like I said, that stain could be anything,” I said, leaning against a counter as Bob lit up the big candles, melting some of the wax, before letting it drip onto the plate, and sticking the candle to the plate with the melted wax


Mikey walked over to the basement door


“Isn’t this where the kids were hiding?”


“Think so, shall we go look?” I asked, pushing myself away from the counter. Mikey reached out and touched the door handle


“Wait!” Ray said. I turned to look at him, Bob looking up from his candle lighting


“What?” Mikey asked


“Can you hear that?” Ray whispered. We all fell silent, listening; I could hear the rain still falling outside, the wind blowing through the tree branches


“Is that?” Bob whispered, having placed down the matches, the two big chunk candles now lit, and one of the smaller slimmer candles also lit. I listened good and hard


“Footsteps?” Mikey whispered, letting go of the door handle and stepping closer to me. I moved forwards towards the doorway, peering out, the light from the tea lights, just filtering out into the hallway


“Hello?” I called out into the dining area. Silence. But then . . . .


“There’s something upstairs,” Ray whispered out. A creaking noise; the floorboards upstairs, creaking, as if someone was walking around


“No there’s not,” I spoke calmly, “This house is old, it’s probably where the wind is blowing.”


“Maybe, but-” Ray began

[Thud]


“What was that?” Mikey asked quietly, a hint of panic in his voice


“It sounded like someone dropped something,” Bob mumbled. Grabbing hold of the torch off the side, I walked back out through the dining room and into the hallway, stopping still. A pot was stood near the front door, with an umbrella sat inside it. A coat rack was hung on the wall, empty. I turned and faced the stairs


“Hello?” I called out again. The stairs were dark and gloomy. Mikey appeared by my side, his eyes wide as he stared up them. Bob appeared next, with a candle and Ray close behind him


“Are you going up there?” Ray squeaked as I went up the first few steps


“Why, are you too scared?” I asked


“No!” Ray defended as I ascended the staircase. Mikey grabs hold of my arm as I go up, the other two close behind. The stairs twist round slight as they near the top. Standing on the landing I listen closely, glancing around


“Bob, you and Ray go and check all the rooms at the front, me and Mikey will check the rooms at the back.”


Bob nodded his head and grabbed hold of Ray walking past us, pushing open a door and disappearing inside


“Come on, let’s check the very back room.” Mikey nodded and kept his grip on my arm as we walked down the landing. I pushed against the door to my left, it creaking open slowly, to reveal what used to be a study. Shining the light around the room, Mikey stepped in first, letting go of my arm and walking to the centre of the room, bending down and picking up a book and examining it. The left of the door, tucking in the corner, was an old looking arm chair. A long corner desk, stretched out and round, in front of the window, and old disused computer, lay forgotten, on the desk, along with a few scattered bits of paper. Picture frames were hung up along the walls; paintings of landscapes and people. Against the other wall was another book case


“The Catcher In The Rye,” Mikey read out


“I’ve read that book, it’s really interesting,” I spoke up. Mikey looked up at me, smiling slightly, before he diverted his gaze to the right. I looked over and saw another door


“I bet that leads to the attic,” I said wondering over as Mikey placed the book down on the desk and walked over behind me


“Possibly, or it’s a cupboard,” Mikey suggested. Reaching a hand forward, I grasped hold of the door handle and turned it, the door clicking open


“ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Mikey yelped next to me, grabbing hold of me, causing me to stumble into the door and fall in a heap on the floor at the bottom of a set of stairs, as a high pitch scream, echoed out through the house. I wrapped my arms protectively around Mikey, my heart beating faster with every second as the high pitched screaming continued.



I tried to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger, which I know most people hate!! Again I'm sorry it toke a long time to upload this and like I said, I will be uploading to dA the layout of the house so you can picture it a little better (hopefully) and I will post the link on here :-) I hope you enjoy this and I have started work on the next chapter :-)