Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

  Chapter 2
The room was eerily quiet. I could tell morning had come by the warm sensation across my face, the sun hit hard through the barred window on this side of the house. As the memories from last night came flooding back, I clenched my eyes shut tight. If i kept them closed I could pretend that she was sleeping next me, in my bed, like she had on all of our sleepovers and everything was fine. 
Instead, I kept my eyes closed so I didn't have to come to terms with the horror of our new reality.
A single tear escaped and the lump in my throat sat there burning while I tried to fight back the rest. 
   “Gretch,” I heard her soft voice from across the room. “Holly, I'm so sorry,” I said, freeing the lump in my throat. The floodgates had opened and I started to bawl. “It's ok, I'm ok, Gretchen,” she said in her typical reassuring voice. 
I opened my eyes, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, I took a deep breath then slowly looked her way. There she was, laying on her side, holding her head up with her hand. She looked like she had all those times when we layed in bed chatting. Her long dirty blonde hair fell over her hands onto her pillow. The corner of her mouth turned upward causing her dimple to show. Her dark brown eyes looked sad as she sat up to comfort me. 
I jumped back on my bed, feeling a little scared and confused. “But, I saw him, he had your hand, there was blood everywhere,” I said looking around the room in a panic. “I know, I saw him too, I thought it was your hand until I saw you run into the room. There are two of them Gretch, one came up behind you and then you hit the floor. I saw him drag you across the room and drop you into the bed. Then the guy holding the bloody hand came at me, I felt a sting in my neck and that was the last thing I remembered.” Holly explained. 
The blood that dripped onto the floor the night before was gone. They cleaned it up? What was the purpose of all that? What did they want with us? I looked up at the camera in the room, “Why are you doing this to us??” I felt Holly wrap her arms around me, and we cried. My pinky was throbbing, bringing back the memories from yesterday, and I quickly pushed her off of me. “What's the matter?” Holly pleaded. I held up my hand reminding her of what she did last night. Holly jumped back, tears filled her eyes, “I'm sorry, I was weak and scared, I just couldn't take the shock anymore,” she cried. 
I knew I should forgive her, I mean, I cut her hand as well. Maybe this was their plan, to sever our bond. “I'm sorry Holly, I know you didn't want to do it, I'm just so scared. I wanna go home,” I cried. 
 “I know, me too,” She said pulling me back in for a hug. “So, if it wasn't your hand, who's was it?” I asked. “I don't know, but apparently we are not alone,” Holly said in a tone that frightened me.
My stomach growled. I never got the chance to finish my sandwich last night, so Holly and I decided to go find something to eat. 
I reached out for the doorknob and slowly turned it and opened the door. We both peeked out hoping it was safe. After a few seconds we decided it was safe and we walked cautiously down the little hallway. About halfway to the kitchen a loud screeching sound echoed throughout the entire house. It was coming from the speakers in every room. The pitch was so high it hurt my ears. Holly and I ran back to the room and closed our door, suddenly it stopped. 
“What the hell was that? We can't leave our room now?” I snapped. I looked over at Holly, she was clearly still shaken up. I went over to sit next to her on the bed. Holly laid her head on my shoulder and cried. “I don't understand what they want from us, I can't stay here anymore,” she continued. “I know, me either. We gotta find a way to get out of here,” I whispered. 
It had been hours since we attempted to leave our room, I was starving and we both had to pee so bad. We decided to give it another try. This time Holly reached out and opened the door. She peeked out into the hall, then ran across to the bathroom. Nothing happened so I followed her. Once in the bathroom I saw Holly staring at the sink and crying hysterically. “Holy shit, its the hand,” I turned around to see the same bloody hand from the night before in the sink. The blood had dried, and there were a number of flies buzzing around it. “What the fuck?” I yelled. “What do we do, Gretchen, I can't look at it anymore,” Holly said in a child like whimper. “Wait here,” I said and decided to head to the kitchen. I knew we couldn't leave it there, but not sure what to do with it since we couldn't throw outside. 
I made it to the kitchen without any issues. I opened drawers and cupboards looking for that empty bag I saw earlier. Of course it was in the last drawer I tried, and there it was. I grabbed it and ran back to the bathroom. I found Holly huddled up on the floor leaning up against the wall. “What are you going to do with it,” she asked. “Well, if we leave it here it will start to smell, so I am going to shove it in this bag and put it in the freezer,” I said as I grabbed the hand the way you would pick up dog poop, and then ran to the kitchen with it. I shoved it in the back of the bottom shelf. Placed neatly behind the bags of frozen peas. I shut the door and ran back to Holly. 
She stood there scrubbing the sink with the supplies she found in the cabinet. “Do you think this was their house, you know, before?” She asked. “I don't know, maybe they had it all stocked until they found their victims,” I said. Holly looked up with a disgusted look, “Well, they found us.” 
After using the bathroom, we headed to the kitchen. We both poured ourselves some cereal then walked into the living room. I stepped around the couch about to sit down, I screamed then dropped my cereal. When I turned to run, I bumped into Holly who was following behind me. Her bowl toppled over and she turned around and ran after me. “What happened, why are you running, what's going on?,” She screamed uncontrollably. 
“There's someone, someone on the couch, I don't know who. What the fuck is going on?” I yelled. “What do you mean there was someone there? Like one of the men from last night?” Holly asked frantically. “No, like someone else, a guy. Idk. Holly, I think that was his hand. He was laying on the couch, asleep or something,” I explained. 
 “What do you mean, ‘or something’? Gretchen, is there a dead man on the couch?” Holly asked, she was now getting hysterical. “Holly, keep it together. We need to stay strong, I'm going to go back out there,” I said. 
“I'm going with you,” she sobbed. I went first, and Holly followed close behind. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find, then we tiptoed over to the couch. As we got closer I peeked over the couch, “Oh my god, what the fuck?,” I cried.