Deadly Dreamer - Book One ✔️

Chapter 21

The scream struck me to my core, it enveloped my whole being and shocked me, making my entire body freeze in it's position. The sound resonated with me for a long while after that.

I sat there for what felt like an eternity, waiting to hear something more. Footsteps, doors opening or closing or voices, but nothing more happened.

I couldn't help but fear that someone would burst into the room and find me there in the cupboard. In the time I'd been waiting, I had inspected the little cupboard space I was currently occupying by using the light from my phones screen and found it to be a linen closet. Although there isn't any linen to be seen, just dusty shelves and peeling paint but it's clear to me what it once was.

The room outside the door seemed to be a hallway. I had no way to know where that hallway lead, or which way to go to make my escape. But after hearing that scream - which was distinctly female - I knew I wasn't leaving until I knew something more. It almost felt like I owed it to myself to find out the cause of her anguish.

So there I stayed, in the early hours of the morning, in a dank, old linen closet.

A half hour later and I decided that it had been silent much too long, I needed to act. My knees were becoming stiff from staying in that position so long and pins and needles had already taken over the feeling in my feet.

Peering out again, I triple checked to make sure the coast was clear before emerging.

I quietly push open the door, and silently paced down the hall to the left, in the direction of the scream. The pins and needles are making each step slightly uncomfortable but I had to keep quiet, no matter what.

I look down, fleetingly, at my attire to see how prepared I really am and see that I'm wearing dark jeans, my boots and a dark hooded jacket with the hood sitting over my head. My leather gloves are, as usual, already on. I'm more than pleased to know that I'm well prepared, were the need to act to arise.

On my left I pass a run down bathroom, with a cracked mirror and mouldy tiled floor. The next room has an old double bed, missing a mattress, showcasing rusted springs and an ancient bed frame. The tattered, curtains billowing in the wind through the broken window sent a cold chill throughout my body.

This ramshackle, old house gave me the serious creeps and I had a strong sense that bad things went on here - screams aside.

Continuing on down the hall - which seemed to go on for decades - I passed another dilapidated bedroom and a large dining area, complete with a long dining table and several knocked over, broken dining chairs. The hallway walls are decorated with a multitude of graffiti, which makes me believe this place is long abandoned. If it weren't so run down this place would look incredible fixed up, I couldn't help but think to to myself.

Coming back to the situation at hand, I creep further down the hall, and begin to faintly hear voices in the distance directly ahead of me. There are still several doors before the end of the hall and it seems as though the ones right at the end are the destination of the voices.

At first, the voices are slightly echoed, inhibiting my chances of hearing what they're saying. But as I get closer, I can hear two men speaking to one another.

"...enough, I said." The first guy growls out.

"You don't have any fucking authority here, so shut your fucking mouth before I break it." The other voice snaps back.

"I'm just saying that she's had enough. She mustn't know anything." The first guy pleads.

"Ha, you fucking pussy, can't handle a little spilt blood? You might wanna take a few notes here, cause I'm about to show you how it's done." The second guy laughs out.