The Cabin (Part 3)

She didn't respond. All there was was crying. I stuck my head around the corner, and there was a girl weeping. Her hair was jet black, and it looked wet. Her skin had black smears on it like when mascara runs down from your eyes.

     She had on a black dress with no shoes.

     "Oh. My. Gosh!" I got out appalled.

     I rushed over to her feeling a breeze of wind.

     "Are you okay?" I asked.

     "The clowns… They'll kill you," the girl repeated.

     "I know about them," I said. "Look we can help each other, okay."

     "No," she whimpered.

     "We will get out of here," I told her."What's your name?"

     "Gracie," she answered weakly. 

     "Okay, Gracie we'll get out of here and you will be alright," I uttered lightly.

     "There's only one problem," she said while shaking and laughing.

     "What Gracie?" I wondered.

     She whispered in my ear,"Because I'm dead."

     "What?" I sounded surprised.

     "They already killed my friends and I," she told me."Our souls are in this cabin."

    "How did they kill you and your friends?" I questioned.

     "By playing a game with us, and we all died one by one," she explained."I was the last one to die."

    "What happened to you?" I asked.

     "I got tortured in their funhouse, by getting hit with a baseball bat with nails on it," she went on."And then they cut me open to get my blood, after that I was already dead."

     "Where is their funhouse?" I wondered.

     "Under the house," Gracie said.

     "Under the house," I said surprised.

     "They also have ways to get into the rooms by secret," Gracie informed me.

     "Do you know wh-," I got startled.

     A noise was coming from the closet in the bedroom.

     "It's here," Gracie said, crying.

     "I'm gonna go handle it," I spoke, bravely."You wait here." Considering the fact that she's deceased.

     My flashlight only lit up the closet as if it was a suspect. The noise in the closet only kept going. My hand reached for the handle afraid of the door it was about to open. The handle twisted in my palm, and the door opened with a slow sudden creak. Nothing was in the small closet.

     Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I went in to further inspect the closet of the noise. Maybe there's a hidden door that leads them here or connects them to all the locations of this place. I continued searching, but I didn't find any hidden places.

     "Nothing," I said to myself.

     I exited out the closet hurrying to close the door.

     Bam!

     I nearly jumped half to death. It was just me kicking something that was metal.

     How hadn't I seen that there when I walked in the closet, and how did I manage not to kick that?

     I was thinking.

     It was a box. Walking more closely to it I could make out a puppet coming from it. I know what that is, it's a Jack-in-the-box. The clown was already out of the box.

     I'm not touching that.

     I said in my head.

     I forgot about Gracie, even though she's dead. I have to check on her.

     "Gracie," I called calmly and quietly.

     She must've hadn't heard me.

     "Gracie," I repeated while walking to the bathroom.

     I peeked around the corner.

     "Gracie," I sounded more worried.

     She was gone from the corner.

     "Gracie, come back please," I begged in despair.

     What's that noise?

     I thought.

     Every few seconds there was some type of sound.

     There was a tune that resembled a lullaby, and it was going slowly. The pace picked up, and I almost had a miniature heart attack.

     "Gracie, is that you," I whispered.

     Ha ha!

     That was a clown laugh.

     I went in front of the door and shined my light as if I was a police officer at a crime scene. I shined the light all over. My hand froze in place, with the flashlight putting a spotlight on the Jack-in-the-box.

     "Oh my goodness," I said.

     The box was on the windowsill, but that's not all, it had blood dripping from it.

     That wasn't there, and who reseted the box? It's here.

     "I know you're in here." I blurted.

     Creak!

     The bathtub went.

     I jumped and turned to it. My light reflected words on the bathroom mirror. I turned to them forgetting about the noise that probably was nothing. The letters were c-h-a-i-n-s-maybe an a and w.

     "Chainsaw," I whispered confused.

     I put my head down to think of what that meant. I looked back up at it to look at the letters again. A clown was standing behind me. I took in it's white face and horrid eyes. I positioned myself in the opposite way to face it.

     It was only inches away from me.

     Vroom! Vroom!

     The clown had a chainsaw in its hand. The clown was coming toward me only inches away from slicing my stomach. I ran for the bathtub and got in. I pulled over the curtain so it wouldn't spot me. There was nowhere else to go so why not. The clown ripped through the middle of the curtain spotting me. It gave an eerie laugh and charged at me with it's weapon.

     "Ah!" I screamed, I ran out the front side of the tub.

     The clown hurled the chainsaw over making it slice me in my calf.

     "Ow!" I cried in pain.

     Blood came oozing through the wound. I was crawling for mercy hoping to make it out alive. A blood trail followed when I moved. I wasn't getting anywhere, but I was in misery.

     "Ha ha!" The clown giggled.

     It watched me suffer in pain and agony at the bathroom door. I started to recuperate and get back up on my feet. Though, I had a limp still, and I was continuously bleeding through my calf. I still had my phone in my hand, but I hid the knife in my pants.

     Vroom! Vroom!

     The chainsaw went.

     I held my phone towards me and went to my flashlight button. I was seconds away from pressing it, but before I did I gave the clown a smile.

     Lights out.

     I said in my head.

     Tap.

     My finger went on the button.

     It was dark as the night sky without my light on. I got down to be unidentified. I crawled all the way to the bed and scurried under it making my way to the other side.

     Creak!

     The floor went.

     Vroom! Vroom!

     The chainsaw roared.

     It was coming to the side of the bed that I was coming out from. Fast footsteps were coming, and I was panicking, looking in both directions. The corner. I quickly but silently moved to the corner farthest from the bed. It was over there looking for movement.

     I got to my feet slowly not putting pressure on my wound. The clown turned around inspecting the back, but it wouldn't have ever suspected what I was about to do to it. I froze in place not making a sudden move because anything could blow my cover. It turned back around and stood there looking back and forth steadily. I continued walking and walking to it.

     Vroom! Vroom!

     It's chainsaw sounded again.

     The clown's dancing head stopped moving, and its head kept stiffness to the center.

     Alright, you can do this.

     I told myself in my head.

     My arms and hands were angled up holding the knife within my sweaty palms. I was aiming for the clown's head. It dropped it's chainsaw on the bed randomly and just stood there. I positioned my arm down confused, then I positioned them back up. My hands dropped down on a mission to kill this thing.

     "Ah!" I screeched as the clown gripped my wrist preventing me from stabbing it.

     "Boo!" The clown said.

     I was very still, and my heart rate was probably sky high. Its grip was sturdy, and its fingernails were digging in my skin.

     "Ow!" I let out.

     The clown grabbed for it's chainsaw on the bed. I bit at its hand as hard as I could, imagining it was food. It moved its head front to back grinning. It let go yanking me back.

     Vroom! Vroom!

     Oh no.

     I thought.

     I got up and sprinted to the door wherever that was because there was no light. I looked like a mummy holding my hands out trying to find the door. Having a clown with a chainsaw chasing me in a bedroom makes me even more paranoid. I found the door. I tugged, yanked, and pulled on the door, but I couldn't open it.

     "Open," I said, irritated.

     "There's no way out!" the clown said, in an eerie voice.

     I gave up on the door. I was looking everywhere for an escape route, but I was trapped in this shoebox. I picked up my suitcase with all of my belongings in it and tossed it at the window. The window bust open letting in a cool summer breeze, though my suitcase flew out the window making an escape.

     "Do you really want to leave!" The clown asked, strangely.

     It came at me with the chainsaw ready to slice, but I moved out of the way to keep distance. He sliced the wall trying to kill me. I pounded up to it and stabbed the clown right in its back. It dropped the chainsaw, dragging me with it out of the window.

     "Ah!" I shrilled.

     The clown and I hit the ground hard with a thud. I had the clown as my soft surface to land on, but it still hurt pretty severely.

     "Ow!" I whimpered, in pain,"Ow, ow my leg!"

     I looked into the clown's face to see if it was dead. I checked its pulse, and I was really nervous. I was looking in its face. The eyes opened bright red. I grabbed my knife and finished my job.

     "Die, die, die," I said, with every stab to its chest.

     I think it was dead as a door knob after ten stabs. My knife, hands, and clothes were all bloody. I reached for my suitcase, quickly unzipped it to grab a shirt. I was surprised that I had energy left to rip the shirt in half.

     "Ow, ow, ow," I shivered in pain, as I wrapped the cloth around my wound.

     I got up limping to make it to the road. I couldn't help but to glance at the cabin again as I was limping away.

     No.

     I mouthed.

     It was a clown waving at me in the window. Its suit glowed in the dark room, and its face, lips, gloves, and everything else glew also. The clown wasn't waving anymore, it was pointing its neon finger at something. It was delighted, and I know whatever it was it wasn't going to be exhilarating. I rotated to my other direction, to a black and huge clown probably.

    My phone I forgot. I turned on my light, and it shined on it revealing a hairy clown with a red nose. We can't forget the sledge hammer leaning on it. I began scurrying as fast as my injured leg would let me. I felt the clown gaining on me, so I forced myself to go faster.