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Sadie hid under the old and oxidized bed. Down there was a strong smell of urine that still lingered in time and faeces. With the flashlight, she illuminated the bottom of the mattress and saw that it was filthy with large yellow spots. For a moment, she thought it was going to drip infected urine. On the floor, there were pellets of rats or maybe mice. If she saw any of them there, she would scream like a hysteric, but now things were not enough to give her that luxury.
Chase was not by his side.
Her morbid body crawled like a heavy, slow, plaintive worm. Her butt went up against the springs of the metal bed and pushed the mattress up. Then her lips twisted into a grimace of disgust, and she decided to turn off the light so they would not discover her.
Who were they?
Her breathing was faltered, but little by little she recovered her regular rhythm, before exploding in a final climax. But that was later.
- "This is crazy," she whispered, her lips pressed to the floor. In the darkness, she could still feel her heart beating in her temples, but the tension was lowering for a few moments until the alarm went on again.
Suddenly she felt as if someone was pacing behind the door of the room she had closed tightly. Of course, without a key, for two reasons, because there was no key and because it could not be closed from inside.
Her eyes watch at what might be a long shadow in the darkness. As difficult as that, but she saw it. However, she was still, and it had seemed to her that this one was in movement. However, it was not so. The shadow was a black tongue on the ground. Then she realized.
It was the shadow of the door, just like that.
Her breathing had gone from snorting to the rhythmic movement of his lungs. But she was still breathing through her mouth. The dust got into her nostrils, and she had even reached the tip of her tongue. It tasted acid and disgusting, or at least it seemed really disgusting. She wanted to throw up but restrained herself. Now the silence was absolute. I did not listen to steps. It appeared that this crazy guy had succumbed to death or maybe not. Surely, she would be waiting sitting at the end of the corridor in the west wing, listening to the wind howling.
Her huge breasts crushed against the floor, and they were sweaty. When suddenly something cold grabbed her ankle, and jerked her. Her heart set to a hundred in less than a second. Something had thrown her off her feet, and she was frozen. She crawled almost out from under the bed, escaping of what she could not see. She was not sure of turning on the flashlight, but for God, she had noticed.
A kind of cold fingers had surrounded her foot and thrown her against the wall. But that was impossible. She wanted to scream and say out loud that she was going crazy that night. However, she did not do it. I hope.
I had the foot free.
The silence was absolute, except in her head that began to hear voices and the pulse of her heart accelerated.
She felt that she was becoming delirious. It was stress, she told herself. It's the fucking stress, wanted to scream.
But then that icy thing closed on her foot and pulled her back. This time with more force, almost until dragging her a hand span. Her heart raced like a furious animal. Her eyes widened in the darkness, and she switched on the flashlight, illuminating on her foot.
There was nothing there. However, she still felt that thing clinging to her ankle. She moved her foot, but the sensation of a foreign body did not disappear. She was still frozen, and her heart threatened to pop out of her mouth and spit it out like an acid caramel.
- "Fuck! what's happening to me?" -She whispered so that no one would hear her if there were anyone in the hall.
Now you come to look for us?
She hears it clearly and loudly. It was the voice of a man. A deep and torn voice at the same time. The sound of an old man. She had heard the damn voice. She turned around and tried to get out from under the bed, but that was still holding her. The light from the flashlight only illuminated on piled plaster, the shattered wall, the springs of the bed, and the urine stains.
They abandoned us to our fate.
- "Fuck! I am getting crazy!" -She cried aloud, her heart already in the palm of her hand.
-Scream, scream, nobody will listen to you. Not even the crazy man, a voice said in his mind.
The thing was still tightening her ankle and saw how the flesh was sinking around it. Her eyes opened like dinner plates. She was watching how fingers marked the pressure on her foot. Only the prints, but she did not see anything else.
She leaned on her tiny elbows.
- "Who are you?" -she asked trembling.
Nobody answered
Everything was silent now. A halo of the miserable moonlight gleamed in the corridor below the door. Her flashlight still illuminated on her foot that still held by something that did not exist and the flesh was sinking forming fingers that were squeezing. And they were freezing, so freezing.
Sadie was sweating profusely and started kicking, but that did not let her go.
- "Fuck! What's going on?! -She shouted, not caring if suddenly the door opened and someone with a crossbow appeared in her hands. She was becoming hysterical and confused.
Then she saw it.
And her heart stopped for a moment in the face of such horror.
The hand was full of bumps and yellowish ampoules. The fingers were bony and had a purplish color. The face of that being was grotesque to the satiety. He was missing an eye and instead had a deep, dark hole through which a viscous white liquid oozed. His teeth were tight, yellowish and had no lips. His hair was white and long, up to his shoulders. His body came out of the wall as if there were nothing there. The other eye that was without eyelid was watery and showed an enraged look. The smell was stinking, moldy, rotten, and sooty. The flesh of the face had partially disappeared, and there were also deformed lumps, like yellow scabs. In other areas of the face, there was green pus oozing like cream.
Sadie had not seen such a thing in her life or the movies. Seeing him gave her more terror than what appears in a film. What she was seeing was a real dead man. A forgotten leper who after showing his shadow first showed him now what he really was like, lasting in time.
He did not breathe.
But he did have breath.
His mouth came dangerously close to the lips of Sadie who was petrified without being able to scream because she wanted and she wished that this was a damn nightmare. That horrible man had brought his teeth to his lips and opened his mouth.
The foul smell was unbearable.
Sadie's body was stiff with terror, with that sensation called fear. For that natural reflex. Now that being brought out the nasty tongue. It was black, and he put it in Sadie's mouth. She felt like it was sticky and had a bitter taste. She had it over her, and she did not know how she was now out from under the bed. If that thing was pulling towards the wall and her body was showing going throughout the wall. How could he be in the center of the room now?
Everything was so unreal.
The tongue of that being moved inside Sadie's mouth. A viscous flow filled her mouth, and her heart began to throb like the blows of a hammer against the iron to forge. She felt sick and nauseous, but she could not vomit or close her mouth. It was stony. Immobilized.
She saw some more shadows around her. They were still. As observing them. The teeth of that being, collided with her teeth and produced noise.
Then those lumps swelled more, like pockets of pus or a yellowish liquid. And they exploded. Sadie felt how that liquid was hot on her cheeks and inside her eyes. A part of that fluid came into her mouth and was pure acid
Sadie saw death coming, silent, like a long shadow and not exactly sweet. It was grotesque and horrible. Her heart was pumping so hard that her big tits moved. Her eyes watered and opened like plates guessed that death was near. She felt cold all over her body that was sweaty at the same time. And the tingling that was present in her limbs and the fingers of her hands. She also felt the tingling on her face. And then she saw it even more grotesque before dying of fear.
Suddenly she leaned back, and her mouth opened until she broke into a long dark spot and suddenly she had two mean eyes, as red as fire, looking at her terrifyingly. The skin that hung fell to the floor, and the one that remains in the face was stretched back. A strong current of hot air surrounded the spectre and distorted her head, her face, her gaze and began to scream. A sharp, intense, terrifying sound.
And Sadie's eyes rose from her orbit at least two millimeters when she saw that. Still, with the acid taste in her mouth and already with it open, she gasped for the last time, because her heart stopped in a shock of fright. An intense pain ran through her chest to her neck and left arm. Her eyesight grew fuzzy, and she did not die precisely in peace, but in terror and with many strange sensations that pierced her body like stakes.
Sadie died with her face disfigured.
With the mouth, open and glassy eyes out of their sockets.
The flaccid breasts fell to one side and the fingers of her hand entirely stiffed.
She would never have imagined such a violent death without being torn apart by a chainsaw.
And she did not see the dark tunnel with a light at the end, if not a torn face that joined others.
The flashlight, forgotten on the floor, went off.