House In The Woods [Closed]

[Queen Mab]

The woods did not cover a very large patch of land, it was quite small and from the outside could even be considered scraggely. While the trees didn't grow very tall and the brushes seemed to have more open spots than leaves, it still held a dark and silent aura around it. At night you wouldn't be able to see far past a few feet and if it was winter than the fog would turn you around in a heartbeat. It was quite easy to get lost in the trees.

But deep into the woods, off the beaten path by at least a half mile, sat a small and broken down shack. There were windows, dirty and covered with rags on the inside -making it almost impossible to see in- and a small uncovered window at the very top. At night the bottom windows would always be dark and in the window above there was a soft glow of light. Now the houses across from the woods could see that top window -if they were standing on their second floor and squinting out to see past the trees- and if they did, they could see that the light would be on until three and would promptly turn off. And never would there be a single shadow or outline of anything inside.

On one crisp winter night, after the sun had already disappeared behind the sky's dark mask and dusting of stars. The fog inside the woods was already a couple of feet high and had already claimed it's first victim of the night. Young Chasity had planned on spending the night at her Father's house, but after a brief fight and the sound of skin hitting skin, she left. With swollen red eyes she decided to take the long way home to calm her nerves. Cutting across the street she fled into the darkness of the woods and continued on her journey.

Thinking she was going the right way she walked for a good half an hour before she realized that the fog had made her hopelessle lost. With a frown she changed direction and headed for the bit of light she could see. After a few moments walk she came to the little shack and even as the cold chill raced down her back she walked up to the door and knocked. "Hello! Anyone there? I'm lost and I-" A small whisper came through the door and she furrowed her brow, leaning closer and squatting down a little she asked one more time, “Hello?” She held her ear against the woodened door and waited patiently.

“Help me.” Chasity almost screamed as she backed away from the door, her eyes wide in slight fear as she stared at the woodened panels. The voice had sounded like it was coming from inside her head, and against her better judgment she scooted towards the house once more, as though there was something pulling her there. “I-I’m sorry…?” “Help me…” Chasity had always been a smart girl, made the right choices and knew when to walk away, but on this night her pale fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle on the door and turned it slowly to the right.

It was unlocked, and when the door finally opened she couldn’t see to well on the inside. Reaching forwards she felt the wall for a light switch and after finding one she squinted from the bright light and took a quick look around the room. The two windows were covered with brown stained sheets, the ceiling pointed, like the roof outside and there was only one table with- “Oh my god!” Her heart nearly leaped from her chest as she caught sight of what rested by the table, her back hitting against the wall and her mind using it to balance her.

A young boy sat, strapped, to a rickety chair, his dark eyes were wide and staring straight at her. His eye lids were drooping and it appeared that his eyes were sinking into his head. His upper lip was busted and bleeding, his shirt torn and nearly stripped from his body, and the pants he wore seemed a few sizes to small. He opened his mouth to speak and Chasity could have sworn that his teeth were sharp and pointed, and his tongue quite purple. “Help me…

[/size]” His voice was raspy and the words seemed to chill her to the core as they poured over her. With shaking hands she took one step forwards and tried to keep herself upright.

“A-Are you alright?” The closer she got the more disgusted she became. There was a stench surrounding him and Chasity could not place where she had smelled it before. She changed direction and walked around the young boy, noticing his hands were tied with chains to the chair behind him. She slumped her shoulders and sighed, she had no idea how to break the chains- “Behind the door.” The boy turned his head softly to the side and one eye stared back at her, she jumped lightly, not expecting the sound and turned to stare at the door behind her. “Up the stairs, there are tools up there…[/size]” Chasity reached for the door with one hand and slowly turned the knob. Of course, there was a second window up top that hand light in it…

“I’ll be right back.” She opened the door to another dark room and sighed, letting her hand slip inside she tried to find the light switch. She searched blindly and let her mind wander for a few moments. Wait, the ceiling in there pivots upwards, like the roof, there shouldn’t be a second floor in here… She missed the soft squeak coming from behind her and a moment later she felt another chill run down her spine. Freezing in her spot she glanced over her shoulder and saw the large dark eyes glowering back. A small whimper was all she could gasp put before two clawed hands reached from the dark and reeled her in.

The boy closed the door behind Chasity and walked over to the front door, checking outside before closing it and heading back to his chair. He tied his hands back behind him and slummped his shoulders, staring blankly at the wall before him and not once drawing a breath.

Outside the light in the top window stayed on till well past four, and if anyone had cared to look they would have seen the first bit of movement and shadow.

But like Chasity, they were all waiting in the dark.[/blockquote]