CHAPTER 5.5: DON’T BE AFRAID OF THE FOREST (WESLEY’S POV)

5.5-1

I just hope that Troy is alright.

I came down the stair alongside Jane and Jefferson. This will be my first to enter a basement door, with all the stories and experiences they share, it made me nervous.

"We better be careful guys." Jane said.

Me and Jefferson nodded in agreement and continued down the stairs. Somehow, the stairs felt very long that I lost count to how many steps I have taken. Is it because it's my first time in this basement doors that made me very conscious of every little detail of it?

We steeled ourselves as sweat dripped down our cheek until we placed a foot to the last step of the stairs and poof, just like that my vision is slowly adapting from the endless darkness to a dimly lit forest at night.

Forest? Inside the basement? Am I still inside the basement? The light came from the moon on the sky. Are we teleported? Am I going to see a faceless? Somehow my thoughts are steeled to the thought of faceless yet these trees… They aren't maple, they're pine… trees?

I'm not too sure where we are right now and this eerie vibe just chills down my spine and I don't like this one bit.

I heard a bristling of the leaves that startled me and pointed my spear towards it. As if there are things moving around, I followed the source of the bristling leaves around and stopped on a shadow. The shadow looked so eerie and looked like it is smiling.

"WH-WHO ARE YOU?!" I questioned it but its image is never swaying. My heart is pumping so fast. What the hell is even is that?

I stabbed the shadow but it seems intangible. I noticed that my spear just passed through it, I took a step back in fear then it suddenly multiply into two. The smiling shadow started laughing then it multiply and multiply. It is a nightmare fueled sight. My eyes widened so much that the shadows are slowly surrounded me.

"AHHH!" I screamed my lungs out and started running. I had to throw away my spear and just ran for my life.

I ran aimlessly, crying, shocked. I don't want this anymore. I don't want any of this anymore. The shadows, they never left my sight. It's in front, it's on the side, their smiles and laughter is haunting my very soul. I don't care anymore. I just want to get out. I tripped on a protruding branch as my knees and elbow went into full abrasion. My body is full of dirt and dust yet the fear instilled around me is amplifying.

My eyes are as wide as it can, I pressed my head in fear, I pressed it so hard that it is slowly giving me headaches. I row back and forth like a child, can't seem to keep myself and my sanity as the laughter echoed throughout the atmosphere.

I desperately crawled and run again, full speed. I want to get out of here, whatever is the cost.

The shadows are slowly mimicking everyone's faces. Their outline, their appearances, all looking down on me and smiling menacingly, a nightmare fueled hell is slowly burning my sanity.

I bumped on the face of Jefferson as I slammed my butt on the ground. We both screamed in horror and like that a pain struck my stomach. Another stroke to my chest and another to my side, a never ending stab struck me.

I screamed helplessly as my blood gushed out like a water fountain. I had to hold the hand of the fearing Jefferson and like that I saw the look of horror, more horrid than before, on his face. As if realizing the mistake that will never be corrected. He had to let go of his spear as his white pale face became more lifeless.

He screamed… I think. As my sight slowly fades into darkness, I breathe the last breath and worst of all, before I let go of what is left of me, the laughter still lingers.