The Cabin (Last Part)

My light was bouncing all over the place in my hands. Headlights I saw headlights in the distance. It's coming toward my direction.

     "Help! Help! Help!" I screamed, at the top of my lungs.

     I waved my hands back and forth to catch their attention. It was a mini blue van, nothing else to describe it. It was stopping in front of me. I darted as quickly as a race car to the van. There was a lady no older than forty maybe, who had fairly white skin, and dark brown hair.

     "Is everything alright?" The lady asked.

     "Look there's these crazy clowns trying to kill me," I spoke quickly."One of them was just chasing me down the road with a sledgehammer."

     "Well, I don't see anything," she questioned.

     I looked back, and it was gone.

     "A clown was just chasing me. Please you have to help me," I begged.

     "Come on in, I'll take good care of you," she said.

     I slid the door open almost sliding it all the way off. I hopped in and closed the door feeling safer than I did before. She turned the van around and went the opposite direction of the cabin.

     "So what's your name?" The woman asked.

     "Kara," I said, politely.

     "Kara, how long have you been out here?" She asked."It's a really nice place, don't you think?"

     "Yeah, sure," I said, plainly.

     "My favorite part to visit is the cabin," she said."I'm sure you loved it."

     "How'd you know I was coming from the cabin?" I wondered.

     "It was just common sense that you came from the cabin," she reasoned.

     I examined the van out to be aware of my surroundings.

     "What do you know about the cabin?" I questioned.

     "Well, I do go there to visit," she responded.

     The woman turned the car as if making a U-turn. A paper was on the floor halfway under the seat, it caught my attention. I looked up at the rear view mirror to make sure she wasn't looking. I quickly grabbed it, sealing it into my hand. The paper wasn't just any paper, it had information on it.

     A flier of some kind and a booklet. There was a cartoon picture of a clown on it. Something was not right. I kept skimming through. I read "Come to our Annual Circus".

     "Um, do you like clowns?" I asked.

     "Well, yes actually I was a clown before, and if I could choose a job it would be a clown," she answered, precisely.

     Things got weird all of a sudden. Silence fell over, but I broke the stillness by asking an important question, "Where exactly are we going?" I wondered.

     "To get some help, right?" she said, sounding confused.

     "Yeah, I apologize, I just never been around this way before," I spoke softly.

     "Well, maybe you should relax because I know you've been through a lot," the woman said, with a slight laugh.

     This lady made me feel uneasy. The road we were traveling down seemed familiar. It was the miserable road that led to the cabin.

     "You're going the wrong way," I said, terrified."This leads back to the cabin."

     "You know people like you deserve torture," she spoke, plainly.

     I pulled on the door attempting to get out.

     "You won't get out you know," she said, while speeding up.

     Screeech!

     The brakes squealed.

     My head hit the front seat with a loud bang that jerked my neck. I fell onto the floor feeling dizzy.

     "You like that!" The lady yelled, in my ear.

     My ears were ringing. The van came to a halt as the slider door opened. My eyes caught a glimpse of a clown. It was merry and laughing. It grabbed me and dragged me onto the pavement.

     "Ow," I said, dizzily.

     My body dropped heavily on the gravel. I was back to square one again. This time the games were over. A clown that looked blurry came up and started choking me while I was on the ground.

     "Ecchhh, acchhh," I got out, while choking.

     My eyes shutdown, my brain shut down, and I was quiet…

     "Ah," I woke up.

     My hands were in chains but my feet weren't. It was dark in this room more like a chamber. I had no idea where I was at or the routes to get out. I don't even think I could escape this time. I looked around me, seeing nothing but blackness. The only light that shined was a light shining down on me.

     Tap. Tap. Tap.

     Footsteps were nearing.

     "Ha ha!" It chuckled, giving a smirk.

     "Leave me alone," I cried.

     It had a big butcher knife in its hand holding it at me. It was coming closer to me. It proceeded to rub the knife against my cheek making me cringe. I couldn't even look at it in its eyes.

     "Get away from me," I said, while moving back.

     Rattle! Rattle!

     Chains sounded in the back.

     The clown moved away back into the dark. My chain came loose, and I fell to the floor.

     "Ah," I said.

     I got up feeling sore all over. What should I do? I ran out of ideas a long time ago.

     Tap. Tap. Tap.

     There was tapping coming from everywhere.

     Bam!

     "Ah!" I yelled.

     A clown hit me in my neck with a sledgehammer. I collapsed to the hard floor hurting my wounds. I tried to get back on my feet.

     Sphhhlt!

     "Ow!" I shouted, while in pain.

     It stabbed me in the back with a knife. I fell back down not attempting to get up anymore. I watched the blood pour swiftly like a river out of my mouth. It filled the floor with red paint.

     Sphhhlt!

     "Ahhhh!" I wailed, so loud it could break glass.

     I waited for my last breath as it took me away.

     This place is the slaughterhouse. It had so many deaths, and I was one of them. Even though I might never see my mom again I might see her if I could escape. My soul is kept locked away in a place so far from home. My body is dead but I'm not.

     It's hard to say, but I'm dead. In the cabin of your worst fears and nightmares.