The Collenn Files: part 3
Angel of Death
“Oh My God!- Run! Run!-” Brett cried, shoving Cally and Corbet forward. “Brett- What are you doing-” Corbet rushed, stumbling over his own feet. “Just go! It’s right-... behind.. us?” Brett paused, looking around the dark abandoned living room. It was just as it was when they’d arrived. Brett was a sixteen year old boy who’d invited his friends to explore a supposedly haunted mansion. At first when they arrived, he tried spooking them with pranks, but things began to take unexpectedly dark turns. He had the big idea of hiding in a closet and waiting for Cally to walk by so he could jump out and scare her, but when he realized she wasn’t gonna walk by, he tried opening the door. It wouldn’t open. The doorknob didn’t feel locked, but more like someone was holding it from the other side. Although it felt like a few minutes of struggling in the dark closet, it’d only been about twenty seconds. He burst out of the closet expecting to find Cally giggling, but no one was there. Only the red carpet that led down both ways of the hall. “Are you sure you’re alright, Brett? Maybe coming here made you paranoid” Cally said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Maybe she was right, and he was just paranoid. “Yeah, we should probably skedaddle before we end up bringing home bad Juju,” Corbet said, half chuckling. “It’s not funny guys! I saw something-” Brett pushed, looking around again. At that moment, Cally dropped her flashlight and something further in the mansion crashed, causing a chain reaction. Things began to fall and both Corbet and Brett jumped, dropping their flashlights as well. All They could hear was the crashing of objects and each other’s screams. It took about two minutes and then another for things to calm down. Two of three flashlights were still on and working. Cally and Brett took the working ones while Corbet took the dead one, shoving it into his backpack. “W-What was all that?..” Cally asked in a shaky voice. Brett shone his flashlight across the old living room and found shattered glass and broken picture frames scattered all across the floor. “Looks like something fell into another and caused everything else to fall” Brett answered. Corbet sidled up beside Brett, seeing from his perspective. “Like Dominos-” He piped in. Brett nodded in agreement, then looked around a bit more. “We should probably get out of here..” Cally squeaked. In a nod of agreement, the three of them made their way to the front door. As Brett opened it, they all gasped. “I'm sure this was the front door-” He said, scratching his head as he shone his light through the door into what looked like a ballroom. “You probably just got confused,” Corbet said, taking Brett’s flashlight. “Here, just follow me. I remember where another exit is- remember” He said, carefully stepping into the ballroom as the others followed. “That's right. The door between the kitchen and dining room” Cally ushered. They moved quickly through the giant, dark room, Cally skittishly shining her light around the room. "Hey, guys- Wait a second-" She said suddenly. Brett looked back and found her near crouch walking like in those video games. She finally stopped shining her light at the floor in front of her. "What is it?" Corbet asked, walking over to her. Brett was basically attached to Corbet's arm now, shivering at the cold air. "Look at this-" She said, and both boys hovered over her shoulder. She had her light shining on a white feather that seemed to be lined with gold. "Pretty?" Corbet said, confused. “wait- No, that’s not it-... It looks new-” Brett said. “Exactly! And look- What kind of bird has a feather like this?” She pointed out. Brett reached over to grab the feather, but as soon as he made contact, the feather started fading into a sort of gold like dust until there was no trace of it left. He looked up at Cally and Corbet who looked traumatized and baffled at the same time. “If that’s not a sign that this place is haunted, then I need to do some research on birds with disintegrating feathers…” Corbet said, shivering. “we should probably.. Hurry up..” Brett said, pulling the other two teens up by their arms. They quickly resumed their mission to the Exit, stumbling nearly the whole entire way there. It took about ten excruciating minutes, but they finally made it. Corbet let out a sudden laugh of excitement, thrusting his hands up into the air. “We Made it!!” He cried. Cally joined in and then Brett finally did as well. The three kids trekked out through the door to find the cool night air and the small babbling creek. “You are never talking me into anything ever again” Cally laughed, playingfully shoving Brett back by his shoulder. “What do you think, Corbet?” She giggled, her and Brett pushing each other around. A few minutes passed with no response. “Corbet?...” Cally asked again, looking around. There was no sign of him. “C-Corbet!?” She started calling out. Brett grabbed her shoulders and put his finger to her lips. “Shhhh- Be quiet! He probably just got sidetracked- we’ll go back in and look for him” Brett tried reassuring her. She nodded a bit and they both made their way back inside. At one point, Brett had taken his flashlight back from Corbet so he and Cally had both working flashlights. “where could that idiot have gone too..” Brett said quietly. He was annoyed and on edge, so this didn’t help at all. “I swear to Hathor, if you’re playing us right now, I’m gonna kick your narrow, sorry ass!” Brett called. Cally suddenly shrieked, her flashlight flicking from on to off, over and over. “Oh, Come on you big baby- It’s just flickering-... shit..” Brett pulled Cally closer. Her light was now dead, Brett’s being the only one working now. “d-do you think… it could have been him?” Cally asked, her teeth chattering as she clung to Brett’s arm. “No, Ben is an internet Myth. Unless your flashlight is connected to the internet, it shouldn’t be able to do anything-” Cally suddenly shook Brett really hard. “Don’t call him an it!- You’ll Just make him angry!” She lectured. Brett rolled his eyes. “If you want some people to be scared of, Then I’ll give you some. hmmm.. Eyeless jack, he’s someone you should be scared of” He said, walking again. “No, no, Jeff The killer- He killed his family and tried killing his brother” Cally’s voice shook with fear. “That’s true. Hmm.. There was a rumor about him actually- A son and a daughter. I heard he had a biological son and an adopted daughter” Brett said, thinking back to the articles he read online. It could have been fake though, because it was written anonymously. “The rumor I heard was that he raped a woman and she gave birth to a son that he didn’t know about and then years later, Jeff got lonely and kidnapped a little girl, forcing her to become a killer too” she said. It actually made sense. That crazy guy couldn’t have the heart to rightfully love someone and make a real child. Plus, how did he get the girl if he didn’t kidnap her? Suddenly something big and dark dropped to the ground in front of the two teens. Whatever it was, it started shifting and gurgling. "Cally, Stay Behind Me!" Brett called, pulling Cally behind him. He slowly raised the beam of the flashlight to the heaving mass in front of them, and when he did, Cally screamed. He looked up at Brett with teary eyes, blood pouring from his mouth. "Corbet!!- What happened!?" Brett cried out, kneeling beside his dying friend. Corbet tried speaking, but only blood came from his mouth. Suddenly all of Brett’s hair stood up, and he could sense something coming. “what-” Before Brett could finish, Corbet shoved him back, causing him to fall onto his back. “Dude, What the hell-...” He went silent as he raised his flashlight beam to a little girl. She had her head down, black hair covering her face. It took him a moment to realize that she had white wings. Suddenly Corbet started struggling frantically, nearly crawling on top of Brett. “Dont- Don’t interact- D-Don’t look- She’ll- steal… voice.. eyes-'' He gurgled, splattering blood all over Brett. “What are you talking about-” Brett was interrupted by Cally’s screams and he found her stumbling back. “Her face- Her eyes- They’re gone!- Wait- AH-'' The little girl suddenly tackled Cally, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her to the ground. Brett was frozen, unable to move. He could barely see the two’s feet, and when he turned to look, Corbet shoved his head to the ground and shook his head. “Get off!” Cally screamed, trying to shove the little girl off. She only tilted her head, squeezing tighter before reaching towards Cally’s face with her free hand. Brett listened with horror as he could hear Cally screaming and begging for the little girl to stop. His eyes were watering as he stared at his flashlight, which was laying on the ground next to him. “D-don’t… look… or speak… t-to.. her..” Corbet choked. “why-” Suddenly Corbet was yanked off of him and the only sounds were his frantic, gurgling cries and Cally’s crying. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, trying to stay calm and quiet, although it was rather hard. His body would obey him, his breathing frantic and his arms and legs trembling. His only thoughts were what was she gonna do to him, and when was she gonna get him. He heard little footsteps making their way towards him and he held his breath. He sensed the little girl bending down to inspect him before she flew off deeper into the mansion. He waited a bit longer before opening his eyes and grabbing his flashlight. “Corbet! Cally-” He suddenly screamed, his flashlight pointed at Cally. She was laying limply on the ground, eyes gouged out. He shone his light over to Corbet, whose neck was viciously mauled. “oh my god..” Brett said to himself. He looked around a bit more before finding a message written on the ground- written in blood. ‘Surrender your sight and sound to the angel’. Suddenly Brett realized what Corbet’s warning meant. Cally had looked at the girl in the eyes, so she lost her eyes and he guessed that Corbet spoke to her so she took his voice. “But why the eyes and voice?..” He said to himself. Suddenly something grabbed his shoulders and he whipped around. His flashlight was knocked out of his hand and fell to the ground, turning off. “Shit!-” He cried, bending down and searching for it. If he didn’t find his flashlight, he would have to wait until morning to leave- if he even made it to morning. “Come on, Come on-” He cried to himself, searching so frantically that he was losing breath. It took a minute before finding it, scrambling it up into his hands. Just as he turned the flashlight on, the beam rested on the horrific face of the little girl. Her eyes were gone and her mouth was stitched shut. Brett’s heart nearly stopped as he fell back. This was it- He looked into the little girl’s face. She jumped on top of him and tilted her head before reaching towards his face. She placed her thumbs over his eyes, causing Brett to panic. In that instant, all other emotions faded away, nothing but fear, panic and pain remaining. The little girl had shoved her thumbs into his eyes before pulling them back out. Brett only screamed, rolling over onto his side. The pain was excruciating- unbearable even. “M-Make It Stop!! Make It Stop!!-” he cried, kicking his legs. As if his call had been answered, the little girl’s hands cupped Brett’s cheeks, and his last thought was ‘I’m gonna die..’. And then everything went black, sound, sight, feeling, pain- All gone.
Angel of Death
“Oh My God!- Run! Run!-” Brett cried, shoving Cally and Corbet forward. “Brett- What are you doing-” Corbet rushed, stumbling over his own feet. “Just go! It’s right-... behind.. us?” Brett paused, looking around the dark abandoned living room. It was just as it was when they’d arrived. Brett was a sixteen year old boy who’d invited his friends to explore a supposedly haunted mansion. At first when they arrived, he tried spooking them with pranks, but things began to take unexpectedly dark turns. He had the big idea of hiding in a closet and waiting for Cally to walk by so he could jump out and scare her, but when he realized she wasn’t gonna walk by, he tried opening the door. It wouldn’t open. The doorknob didn’t feel locked, but more like someone was holding it from the other side. Although it felt like a few minutes of struggling in the dark closet, it’d only been about twenty seconds. He burst out of the closet expecting to find Cally giggling, but no one was there. Only the red carpet that led down both ways of the hall. “Are you sure you’re alright, Brett? Maybe coming here made you paranoid” Cally said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Maybe she was right, and he was just paranoid. “Yeah, we should probably skedaddle before we end up bringing home bad Juju,” Corbet said, half chuckling. “It’s not funny guys! I saw something-” Brett pushed, looking around again. At that moment, Cally dropped her flashlight and something further in the mansion crashed, causing a chain reaction. Things began to fall and both Corbet and Brett jumped, dropping their flashlights as well. All They could hear was the crashing of objects and each other’s screams. It took about two minutes and then another for things to calm down. Two of three flashlights were still on and working. Cally and Brett took the working ones while Corbet took the dead one, shoving it into his backpack. “W-What was all that?..” Cally asked in a shaky voice. Brett shone his flashlight across the old living room and found shattered glass and broken picture frames scattered all across the floor. “Looks like something fell into another and caused everything else to fall” Brett answered. Corbet sidled up beside Brett, seeing from his perspective. “Like Dominos-” He piped in. Brett nodded in agreement, then looked around a bit more. “We should probably get out of here..” Cally squeaked. In a nod of agreement, the three of them made their way to the front door. As Brett opened it, they all gasped. “I'm sure this was the front door-” He said, scratching his head as he shone his light through the door into what looked like a ballroom. “You probably just got confused,” Corbet said, taking Brett’s flashlight. “Here, just follow me. I remember where another exit is- remember” He said, carefully stepping into the ballroom as the others followed. “That's right. The door between the kitchen and dining room” Cally ushered. They moved quickly through the giant, dark room, Cally skittishly shining her light around the room. "Hey, guys- Wait a second-" She said suddenly. Brett looked back and found her near crouch walking like in those video games. She finally stopped shining her light at the floor in front of her. "What is it?" Corbet asked, walking over to her. Brett was basically attached to Corbet's arm now, shivering at the cold air. "Look at this-" She said, and both boys hovered over her shoulder. She had her light shining on a white feather that seemed to be lined with gold. "Pretty?" Corbet said, confused. “wait- No, that’s not it-... It looks new-” Brett said. “Exactly! And look- What kind of bird has a feather like this?” She pointed out. Brett reached over to grab the feather, but as soon as he made contact, the feather started fading into a sort of gold like dust until there was no trace of it left. He looked up at Cally and Corbet who looked traumatized and baffled at the same time. “If that’s not a sign that this place is haunted, then I need to do some research on birds with disintegrating feathers…” Corbet said, shivering. “we should probably.. Hurry up..” Brett said, pulling the other two teens up by their arms. They quickly resumed their mission to the Exit, stumbling nearly the whole entire way there. It took about ten excruciating minutes, but they finally made it. Corbet let out a sudden laugh of excitement, thrusting his hands up into the air. “We Made it!!” He cried. Cally joined in and then Brett finally did as well. The three kids trekked out through the door to find the cool night air and the small babbling creek. “You are never talking me into anything ever again” Cally laughed, playingfully shoving Brett back by his shoulder. “What do you think, Corbet?” She giggled, her and Brett pushing each other around. A few minutes passed with no response. “Corbet?...” Cally asked again, looking around. There was no sign of him. “C-Corbet!?” She started calling out. Brett grabbed her shoulders and put his finger to her lips. “Shhhh- Be quiet! He probably just got sidetracked- we’ll go back in and look for him” Brett tried reassuring her. She nodded a bit and they both made their way back inside. At one point, Brett had taken his flashlight back from Corbet so he and Cally had both working flashlights. “where could that idiot have gone too..” Brett said quietly. He was annoyed and on edge, so this didn’t help at all. “I swear to Hathor, if you’re playing us right now, I’m gonna kick your narrow, sorry ass!” Brett called. Cally suddenly shrieked, her flashlight flicking from on to off, over and over. “Oh, Come on you big baby- It’s just flickering-... shit..” Brett pulled Cally closer. Her light was now dead, Brett’s being the only one working now. “d-do you think… it could have been him?” Cally asked, her teeth chattering as she clung to Brett’s arm. “No, Ben is an internet Myth. Unless your flashlight is connected to the internet, it shouldn’t be able to do anything-” Cally suddenly shook Brett really hard. “Don’t call him an it!- You’ll Just make him angry!” She lectured. Brett rolled his eyes. “If you want some people to be scared of, Then I’ll give you some. hmmm.. Eyeless jack, he’s someone you should be scared of” He said, walking again. “No, no, Jeff The killer- He killed his family and tried killing his brother” Cally’s voice shook with fear. “That’s true. Hmm.. There was a rumor about him actually- A son and a daughter. I heard he had a biological son and an adopted daughter” Brett said, thinking back to the articles he read online. It could have been fake though, because it was written anonymously. “The rumor I heard was that he raped a woman and she gave birth to a son that he didn’t know about and then years later, Jeff got lonely and kidnapped a little girl, forcing her to become a killer too” she said. It actually made sense. That crazy guy couldn’t have the heart to rightfully love someone and make a real child. Plus, how did he get the girl if he didn’t kidnap her? Suddenly something big and dark dropped to the ground in front of the two teens. Whatever it was, it started shifting and gurgling. "Cally, Stay Behind Me!" Brett called, pulling Cally behind him. He slowly raised the beam of the flashlight to the heaving mass in front of them, and when he did, Cally screamed. He looked up at Brett with teary eyes, blood pouring from his mouth. "Corbet!!- What happened!?" Brett cried out, kneeling beside his dying friend. Corbet tried speaking, but only blood came from his mouth. Suddenly all of Brett’s hair stood up, and he could sense something coming. “what-” Before Brett could finish, Corbet shoved him back, causing him to fall onto his back. “Dude, What the hell-...” He went silent as he raised his flashlight beam to a little girl. She had her head down, black hair covering her face. It took him a moment to realize that she had white wings. Suddenly Corbet started struggling frantically, nearly crawling on top of Brett. “Dont- Don’t interact- D-Don’t look- She’ll- steal… voice.. eyes-'' He gurgled, splattering blood all over Brett. “What are you talking about-” Brett was interrupted by Cally’s screams and he found her stumbling back. “Her face- Her eyes- They’re gone!- Wait- AH-'' The little girl suddenly tackled Cally, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her to the ground. Brett was frozen, unable to move. He could barely see the two’s feet, and when he turned to look, Corbet shoved his head to the ground and shook his head. “Get off!” Cally screamed, trying to shove the little girl off. She only tilted her head, squeezing tighter before reaching towards Cally’s face with her free hand. Brett listened with horror as he could hear Cally screaming and begging for the little girl to stop. His eyes were watering as he stared at his flashlight, which was laying on the ground next to him. “D-don’t… look… or speak… t-to.. her..” Corbet choked. “why-” Suddenly Corbet was yanked off of him and the only sounds were his frantic, gurgling cries and Cally’s crying. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, trying to stay calm and quiet, although it was rather hard. His body would obey him, his breathing frantic and his arms and legs trembling. His only thoughts were what was she gonna do to him, and when was she gonna get him. He heard little footsteps making their way towards him and he held his breath. He sensed the little girl bending down to inspect him before she flew off deeper into the mansion. He waited a bit longer before opening his eyes and grabbing his flashlight. “Corbet! Cally-” He suddenly screamed, his flashlight pointed at Cally. She was laying limply on the ground, eyes gouged out. He shone his light over to Corbet, whose neck was viciously mauled. “oh my god..” Brett said to himself. He looked around a bit more before finding a message written on the ground- written in blood. ‘Surrender your sight and sound to the angel’. Suddenly Brett realized what Corbet’s warning meant. Cally had looked at the girl in the eyes, so she lost her eyes and he guessed that Corbet spoke to her so she took his voice. “But why the eyes and voice?..” He said to himself. Suddenly something grabbed his shoulders and he whipped around. His flashlight was knocked out of his hand and fell to the ground, turning off. “Shit!-” He cried, bending down and searching for it. If he didn’t find his flashlight, he would have to wait until morning to leave- if he even made it to morning. “Come on, Come on-” He cried to himself, searching so frantically that he was losing breath. It took a minute before finding it, scrambling it up into his hands. Just as he turned the flashlight on, the beam rested on the horrific face of the little girl. Her eyes were gone and her mouth was stitched shut. Brett’s heart nearly stopped as he fell back. This was it- He looked into the little girl’s face. She jumped on top of him and tilted her head before reaching towards his face. She placed her thumbs over his eyes, causing Brett to panic. In that instant, all other emotions faded away, nothing but fear, panic and pain remaining. The little girl had shoved her thumbs into his eyes before pulling them back out. Brett only screamed, rolling over onto his side. The pain was excruciating- unbearable even. “M-Make It Stop!! Make It Stop!!-” he cried, kicking his legs. As if his call had been answered, the little girl’s hands cupped Brett’s cheeks, and his last thought was ‘I’m gonna die..’. And then everything went black, sound, sight, feeling, pain- All gone.