!!THIS IS A HORROR STORY!!
This is a multi prompt tale, covering Sunday Photo Fiction, Jeremy’s Daily Challenge and Friday Fictioneers.
!!THIS IS A HORROR STORY!!
Prompt: Newton’s Cradle
“JEX!” the voice called from another room. “What in the nine hells are you playing at?”
“Jex, I asked you a quest… Jex?” Ciona looked around the room for her brother. She checked behind the door, knowing what he was like for suddenly leaping out on her at any possible chance.
She held one of the balls on the Newton’s Cradle to stop the motion. As she carefully released the sphere, a sound from the hall caught her attention. “Aha! No hiding now; I know where you are,” as she raced out into the hallway.
Ciona froze, feeling goose bumps crawl over her forehead and down the back of her neck. She slowly turned to look in the other room and saw no one, but the Cradle was in motion again. “Stop it Jex, okay you’ve had your laugh, I’m scared, okay. Haha. Come out now.” She slowly reached for the cradle, hesitating before grabbing the ball and stopping the motion, making sure it was still.
“JEX! Please! I’m scared now! Please!” she turned toward the kitchen and seeing her reflection in the window, her fear rose.
She turned around and whimpered as her reflection grinned behind her.
Ciona grabbed the Newton’s Cradle and threw it across the room. “JEX!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face, and sobs catching in her throat.
Ciona wrapped her arms around herself, trying to protect herself from whatever was scaring her. Sniffing, the smell of bacon lingered in the air, along with the sound of crackling like fat popping from the meat under a grill. She walked into the kitchen and the aroma vanished instantly. Ciona felt the grill and found it stone cold.
Screaming, and no longer able to control herself, Ciona ran out the front door and closed her eyes, dropping to the floor, sobbing. Looking up, she crawled backwards as she found herself in the kitchen, which contained no door to the outside. She stopped when her back came to the cupboard. She could still hear the clack*clack*clack of the cradle. She pulled herself to her feet and grabbed a carving knife from the side. The knife still had the remnants of the last meal carved on it, but Ciona did not care. Her terror was higher than she ever thought possible. Glancing in a mirror, she saw her reflection, and blood dripping her knife. The reflection raised a finger to her lips making the motion to be quiet.
When she finally stopped screaming, Ciona dared to look in the mirror again and saw her own reflection with tears, not the one she had seen just moments before. She groped for the dropped knife, never taking her eyes off the reflection in the mirror. Ciona felt the fear, and expected her reflection to do something at any moment. Then she heard movement in the hallway. It was her brother. “Ciona!,” Jex shouted. She ran out to him crying. He started running towards her and stopped suddenly, shaking his head and backing away. Suddenly arms reached out of the hallway mirror, grabbed Jex and pulled him in.
Prompt: Stairs leading up and down
Ciona ran to the mirror screaming for her brother. When she reached it, all she saw was her own reflection. Her brother was nowhere in sight. With tears running down her face again, she pounded her fists on the mirror. As she stopped, she saw a door open in the reflection, a door that did not exist in her room. She slowly turned, and saw there was indeed an opening. Gripping the carving knife tighter, she headed toward the new area.
Everything inside her screamed not to go, but if there was a hope of finding her brother, then she needed to. As she stepped over the threshold, she saw stairs leading up and down. Shaking, Ciona looked back at her reflection and jumped as she saw it still standing where she last stood, and pointing downwards.
Taking a step forwards, the door closed and sealed behind her. She ran back and found no trace of a door or anything having been there. She tried to calm her wildly beating heart, and started walking downstairs, straining her ears, and heard a high-pitched tortured scream. She tasted blood in her mouth as realised she was biting her lip.
Prompt: Sepia photo of train track
Gripping the carving knife tightly, Ciona descended the stairs. After a few steps, she turned and looked behind her, unsurprised at seeing the staircase going up into the distance. Turning around to look forward, she found herself at the base of the steps. She glanced over her shoulder and gave a humourless laugh when a wall was the only thing behind her. She started heading through the mass of pipes, cogs and handles, carefully avoiding the ones ejecting steam.
The scream filled the air again, and Ciona took an involuntary step backwards and caught her foot on something. Looking down, she found a train track on stones and rocks. She tried to run away when it started vibrating and felt her right foot catch under the track. She tried pulling it free, and felt her left foot sink into the stones. The train rounded the corner and Ciona tried twisting her ankle to ease it out, but her hands would not come off the stones. Frantically, she tried wiggling her foot to free it, but the rail kept tightening its hold on her.
Hands gripped her under the arms and yanked her out just as the train roared past.
Prompt: A bubble floating through the air
As she tried to catch her breath, Ciona turned to see who her saviour was, and saw nobody around. She found herself back in what appeared to be the boiler room. She looked around for the carving knife but couldn’t find it anywhere. Now she felt more exposed, more vulnerable, more scared as she made her way through the pipes.
She ducked under a low one and regretted looking down to go under. As she looked up, bubbles filled her bedroom. For a moment she thought it was all a dream until she looked down and saw herself sleeping in her bed. She knew the mirror was beside her, and the temptation to look in it grew stronger. Fear rose again at the thought of what may be there.
More and more bubbles appeared from nowhere, popping on the walls. As each bubble popped, green slime slid down the walls. She ducked as one flew close to her head and as she followed the trail, she caught a glance in the mirror and fell over backwards at the sight of a creature with horns out of his head and red skin looking like the typical demon. Her counterpart on the bed started to choke as bubbles popped on her face, more and more were falling on to the sleeping form.
She took a step forward and fell through the floor.
Prompt: A Wine Rack
Falling through the floor, Ciona found herself in a wine cellar with one door. She was not surprised any more as to where she would find herself, and no longer felt afraid. Grabbing a bottle from one of the racks, she hefted it to check the weight and see how it would be as a weapon. She took a hold of the door-handle and heard a scrabbling sound from the other side.
Opening up, she took a step back as animals with chunks missing from them walked around like zombies showing off their insides. She couldn’t help herself as she felt her breakfast coming back up.