T h e H a l l w a y
T h e H a l l w a y
Mike and Carmen wonder off on their own and minuets later Carmen finds herself alone in the maze of endless hallways that go nowhere.
"Mike are you there?" Carmen yells. "Mike?"
"Mike is dead," a voice whispers down the hall.
"What?" Carmen yells. A freaky ghost holding a scythe moves towards her.
"You herd me bitch, I said he's dead." Hairy male arms break through the floorboard and grab Carmen's legs.
"Oh God!"
"You sure are pretty," the ghostly figure whispers as she moves in closer. "What's your name sweetie?" Carmen starts crying.
"What's wrong sweet-cakes? Don't you like me? Come on now, don't you want to be my friend?
"No, let me go!"
Your free to go - What's wrong? Can't move your legs? You sure had a nice head on your shoulders."
"What?" Carmen clamors.
You herd me bitch," she said as she swings the scythe at Carmen's head, slicing it off with one swing. "I said you had a nice head on your shoulders. Yea, you herd me that time, that's right..."
E p i l o g
E p i l o g
Brad gets separated from his friends and finds himself alone in the bowels of the house. He moves aimlessly throughout the house to find a way out. He walks down a dark corridor with almost no light.
"Well hello there!" A sinister voice whispers from the darkness.
"What the...?" Brad clamors. He sees several hellish looking monsters standing against the wall. One of the monsters grabs his body and tries to pin him down. He tries to run, but can't - he's exhausted, he crashes to the floor. Just before Brads mind fades out, the demon like creature bends over him and starts scratching his arm...
When Brad awoke, he found himself in a hospital bed, with an I. V. stuck in one arm.
"Welcome back," Nurse Waters said. "Hey... Don't scratch your arm, you might cause an infection."
"Thank Goodness," His mother said with a smile, "your back."
"What happened to me?"
"You were in a car crash honey," mom said, "a very bad car accident on Halloween night."
"How long have I been out?" Nurse Waters gazes at his chart.
"You've been in a coma for about three days now, but you're going to be fine, you're going to be just fine."
"What about my friends?"
Mom frowns and said, "Your friends didn't make it..."
"All of them?" Mom nodded her head...
"Good morning," Waters said as she walks over to Brads bed. "It looks like you'll be going home tomorrow."
"Right-on," Brad said with a smile.
"Oh fudge, not again!" Nurse Waters clamors, as she gazes into a nearby mirror. "I hate when I get a zit on my face."
"It doesn't look so bad,'" Braid replies.
"I know, but Xavier won't like it."
"Who's Xzavior?"
But instead of responding she starts scratching her milky-white face; at first small patches of skin start to flake away, then larger chunks of flesh, blood and hair spew off. She keeps scratching vigorously until there's nothing left but her bony skull.
"That's better. Now time for your sponge bath young man..."
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