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Saturday, June 29, 2013

A Horrible Dream (Post Four)

It was quiet on the second floor, any sounds of the chase having died out.  Beth had scampered into one of the rooms, intent on joining the action.  “Jack?  Jack, I’m sorry.  I failed.  Beth got loose but I’ll get her again.  Hold on, man!”  The door to the first room was ajar, no one apparent inside.  The other two bedrooms were sealed, leaving room for investigation.

The door creaked open, its old hinges sticking from the humidity.  A twin-sized bed with a green comforter could be seen in the corner of the room with a stained wood nightstand quietly keeping it company.  A small armoire stood guard on the other side of the room, an oversized doily draping off the top.  Unfortunately, no one was inside.  That only left one other room.  “Alright, why is everyone so quiet?”

The last room held a similar scene, only this bed was pink.  Still, there was no one inside.  “Sam?  Jack?  Beth?... Where did you go?  Marla, where are you guys?”  He stooped to peer under the bed, doubtful that they could hide under there.  It was only a twin-sized bed after all and these were a couple of grown adults.  “C’mon, hide-n-seek?  Really?  I thought we were past those kinds of games.”  He went back out to search the bathroom down the hall.  It was the only place left.

It was a large bathroom for the size of the cabin.  Sam’s grandparents had had wanted to be able to relax in the tub after a day out on the lake.  However, the years were starting to show.  “Hmm… Not in here, either… Where could they-The closets!”  He felt like an idiot, he really did.  He was going to have to get them back for this, especially since he was the one driving.  It looks like the drive home is going to be filled with horrible music, no matter how much they complained.

The closet in the room with the green bed yielded nothing so he moved on to the room with the pink mattress.  It, too, was empty.  That just left the closet in the master bedroom.  “Okay, there is nowhere else for you four to be.  You're not going to scare me."  He pulled the door to the closet open, fully expecting to find everyone crammed in there.  Besides Sam's bags, it was empty.  He took a step back and closed the door, more than a little confused and frustrated.  This wasn't fun anymore.

Moving back out into the hallways, he rubbed his neck while contemplating where to look next.  He wasn't sure how, but apparently they had suck past him and got downstairs.  They had to have done it while he was investigating one of the rooms.  There was no other explanation.  Suddenly a noise came to his attention from down the hall.  It sounded like scratching.  He slowly made his way towards it, stopping outside the room with the pink bed to see if it would happen again.  It did.  It was inside the room.

He slowly entered, listening to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.  It led him back to the closet.  Opening the door, he still found nothing but Jack's messily unpacked bags stacked next to Marla's neat pile.  However, there was something else he hadn't noticed before; a small door was nestled on the side wall of the closet.  It had to be where the sound was coming from.  He bent down to grab hold of the little pull-knob to slide the door out of place.

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