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.
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