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The Murderous Mirror Pt.25
Ben
6:30 pm - “What did you find?” He shouted back, but there was no reply. Either something happened or she couldn’t hear him.
He ran towards the shout, and through the door without even noticing the note. Luna was already in the dumbwaiter, it looked small and cramped, barely able to hold her.
“Get in,” She said encouragingly, waving her hand.
“I can’t fit in there with you”
“Yes you can” She scooched over the littlest amount.
He started folding his legs to get into the dumbwaiter, then tried to fit the rest of his body by putting his head last.
“Oww” Rubbing his head to sooth the little bit of pain he felt.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah”
They were so close that they were practically molded into one another. They were so close that they could kiss, but no, not now, that's not what they're here for, right? But they couldn’t help it. The moment was right. So they kissed in that dumbwaiter, hugging each other because of the tight space, locking lips, the dust flying around their heads. Ben's cheeks were blushing a rose gold and Lunas a brighter pink, neon pink. Ben thought it was the closest thing to good in the past couple days so why waste the moment.
BOOM!
The rope holding the dumbwaiter started to get strained, and slowly broke. The tension in that box was too much to hold so they slammed into the concrete underneath them in the basement. It was pitch black, they could barely see each other, let alone what was in front of them. The whimpering sound had stopped, now it was silent, except for the crack of Ben slowly getting up.
“You okay?” Ben asked.
“Yeah I think, you?
“Hopefully, nothing feels broken, do you need help?”
“Yeah but I can’t see your hand”
Then he felt something slimy and gushy in his hand.
“Did you find my hand?”
“No?”
Annabelle
Alsngd - “Maybe I should introduce myself,” he clutched his hands together, rubbing them, then tapping his fingers, back to rubbing them, then tapping his fingers against each other.
“I am your stepdad, well maybe not yours, but the details don’t really matter though.”
She rushed and got up, clutching the bed trying to get away but struggling over the weight placed on her ankle. Her side felt increasingly numb, the pain disappearing in the height of her adrenaline boost. She kept trying to get away, limping slower and slower towards the windowsill trying to get away from the creepy man.
“Get away, please, I beg you!” She was holding on to the ledge slowly falling onto the floor, sliding down the rough cemented wall. She couldn't even try to get up if she wanted to, her side was now umbaralmby strobing in pain.
Luna
7:00 pm - “I feel something in my hand”
“Stop touching it, let it go”
“Yeah, but what is it?”
“I don't know? I can’t see anything, help me find a flashlight?”
She started feeling around, she found a counter that was rather dusty and hard to touch without getting shivers up her spine and back down her back. The next thing she touched was a shelf, still dusty, she felt a couple books on the bottom, nothing on the second except for cobwebs, but on the third there was a button. Click, she blinked. The light was too bright, almost unbearable. She gripped it and waved it around to where she assumed Ben was. When she shined it in the direction there was a human shaped shadow lying upon the floor, but a human sized bag hanging from the sealing, with a hand hanging out and down. It was black and blue, purple at the fingernails, with scratches of blood lying on the inside of its palm.
7:10 pm - Based on how the hand looked, the body must be at least several weeks old. There were still whimpering sounds coming from somewhere, except now they were crying, exasperated sounds. They started walking towards it, slowly walking towards the sound, startled to find out what would be waiting behind door number one.
The door creaked, moving slowly inch by inch. There was something blocking the way. When they opened it there was the photo of the girl, the same strawberry blond hair, but older or maybe it was what she had seen before that made her older. She looked pristine compared to the dirt that was compacted around in piles and on shelves around her.
Annabelle
Almche - “No ones going to believe you” He said sinisterly.
Then he pressed a button, saying something into it which she could not hear. Seconds later there were people entering the room. People grabbing and tugging her shoulders, taking her away. She was struggling trying to break free. But then there was a pinch in her arm, right below her shoulder, then she couldn't see, it...
6:30 pm - “What did you find?” He shouted back, but there was no reply. Either something happened or she couldn’t hear him.
He ran towards the shout, and through the door without even noticing the note. Luna was already in the dumbwaiter, it looked small and cramped, barely able to hold her.
“Get in,” She said encouragingly, waving her hand.
“I can’t fit in there with you”
“Yes you can” She scooched over the littlest amount.
He started folding his legs to get into the dumbwaiter, then tried to fit the rest of his body by putting his head last.
“Oww” Rubbing his head to sooth the little bit of pain he felt.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah”
They were so close that they were practically molded into one another. They were so close that they could kiss, but no, not now, that's not what they're here for, right? But they couldn’t help it. The moment was right. So they kissed in that dumbwaiter, hugging each other because of the tight space, locking lips, the dust flying around their heads. Ben's cheeks were blushing a rose gold and Lunas a brighter pink, neon pink. Ben thought it was the closest thing to good in the past couple days so why waste the moment.
BOOM!
The rope holding the dumbwaiter started to get strained, and slowly broke. The tension in that box was too much to hold so they slammed into the concrete underneath them in the basement. It was pitch black, they could barely see each other, let alone what was in front of them. The whimpering sound had stopped, now it was silent, except for the crack of Ben slowly getting up.
“You okay?” Ben asked.
“Yeah I think, you?
“Hopefully, nothing feels broken, do you need help?”
“Yeah but I can’t see your hand”
Then he felt something slimy and gushy in his hand.
“Did you find my hand?”
“No?”
Annabelle
Alsngd - “Maybe I should introduce myself,” he clutched his hands together, rubbing them, then tapping his fingers, back to rubbing them, then tapping his fingers against each other.
“I am your stepdad, well maybe not yours, but the details don’t really matter though.”
She rushed and got up, clutching the bed trying to get away but struggling over the weight placed on her ankle. Her side felt increasingly numb, the pain disappearing in the height of her adrenaline boost. She kept trying to get away, limping slower and slower towards the windowsill trying to get away from the creepy man.
“Get away, please, I beg you!” She was holding on to the ledge slowly falling onto the floor, sliding down the rough cemented wall. She couldn't even try to get up if she wanted to, her side was now umbaralmby strobing in pain.
Luna
7:00 pm - “I feel something in my hand”
“Stop touching it, let it go”
“Yeah, but what is it?”
“I don't know? I can’t see anything, help me find a flashlight?”
She started feeling around, she found a counter that was rather dusty and hard to touch without getting shivers up her spine and back down her back. The next thing she touched was a shelf, still dusty, she felt a couple books on the bottom, nothing on the second except for cobwebs, but on the third there was a button. Click, she blinked. The light was too bright, almost unbearable. She gripped it and waved it around to where she assumed Ben was. When she shined it in the direction there was a human shaped shadow lying upon the floor, but a human sized bag hanging from the sealing, with a hand hanging out and down. It was black and blue, purple at the fingernails, with scratches of blood lying on the inside of its palm.
7:10 pm - Based on how the hand looked, the body must be at least several weeks old. There were still whimpering sounds coming from somewhere, except now they were crying, exasperated sounds. They started walking towards it, slowly walking towards the sound, startled to find out what would be waiting behind door number one.
The door creaked, moving slowly inch by inch. There was something blocking the way. When they opened it there was the photo of the girl, the same strawberry blond hair, but older or maybe it was what she had seen before that made her older. She looked pristine compared to the dirt that was compacted around in piles and on shelves around her.
Annabelle
Almche - “No ones going to believe you” He said sinisterly.
Then he pressed a button, saying something into it which she could not hear. Seconds later there were people entering the room. People grabbing and tugging her shoulders, taking her away. She was struggling trying to break free. But then there was a pinch in her arm, right below her shoulder, then she couldn't see, it...
