nothing here; even her knives were in the other room.
The cellar door stood ajar.
“Two minutes at the most?” The adjoining door wouldn’t last that long but the cellar door would. The alarm box was at the back of the cellar. If she set that going, the cops would be here in no time.
Debra bolted into the cellar and closed the heavy door before locking it. This door was made from old oak; there was no way they’d be able to get through that one.
“Wait on,” Debra was sure that the cellar door was closed this morning. She shook her head, no it couldn’t have been. She flicked the light switch just as she heard the door in the back room crashing open then the image of Debra checking the cellar door this morning played through her mind, this time in black and white.
She stood at the top of the stairs looking down. She didn’t want to go down there but what other choice did she have? The monster was already at the other side of this door she could hear it tapping on the wood.
From where she stood, Debra saw nothing out of place but the cellar stretched all the way to the back of the shop anybody could be lurking down there.
“Come on, lass. Get a grip. You need to get those coppers here.”
She took a deep breath and walked down the steps, knowing that the danger was outside the cellar not in here.
The strip lighting above her head, bathed the room in harsh white light. Her anxiety lessened as Debra saw nothing amiss down here. Not that there were many places to hide, she’d cleared out the junk in the cellar a few weeks ago just before the health and hygiene paid her a visit, the only piece of furniture left in here was a rotting writing desk.
It had been too big to take up the stairs; she was hoping to find someone to remove it.
You are jumping at shadows. There is nothing here.
She sighed and hurried towards the main control panel, just one press of that big red button and within a couple of minutes, a bunch of hunky policemen would be here to rescue her.
Debra suddenly stopped dead, her eyes widened in shock as a slim pale female uncoiled and slipped out from under the desk. She staggered back, not believing this was really happening. The figure stood before Debra and stretched her arms
The cellar filled with the overpowering sweet scent of perfume. Debra stared in shock as the figure turned around and grinned at her.
“Bernadette? On my god, what are you doing down here? Why don’t you have any clothes on?”
She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this situation, instead, she whimpered. Debra’s voice died in her throat when the naked female’s head started to reform. Her features melted like hot wax.
The thing lunged towards Debra, the shrieking woman staggered back before turning and fleeing back up the stairs. Right now, Debra couldn’t give a fuck who or what was inside her shop, anything was better than the abomination behind her.
“Hello? Is anyone down there?”
Oh god! Debra could have wept with relief. She knew that voice it belonged to Henry. Her intruder was probably long gone now.
Debra threw back the bolt and flung open the door. Henry stood at the top of the stairs. She took one look at his worried features and flung her arms around him, sobbing hysterically.
“We’ve got to get away,” she said. “You don’t even want to know what’s down there. Call the police, no, fuck that, call the army.”
The man prised Debra off his body, put his hands around her arms and started to squeeze.
“Henry? Henry what are you doing? You’re hurting me.”
Her panic bubbled up as his face began to melt. He growled then let go of Debra’s arms and violently pushed her.
Debra experienced a moment of weightlessness before crashing onto the hard concrete floor. She felt no pain, just a cold numbing sensation creeping across her body. Her eyes flickered open, she stared into the woman’s dark blue eyes; they were kind eyes. Debra wondered who the
The cellar door stood ajar.
“Two minutes at the most?” The adjoining door wouldn’t last that long but the cellar door would. The alarm box was at the back of the cellar. If she set that going, the cops would be here in no time.
Debra bolted into the cellar and closed the heavy door before locking it. This door was made from old oak; there was no way they’d be able to get through that one.
“Wait on,” Debra was sure that the cellar door was closed this morning. She shook her head, no it couldn’t have been. She flicked the light switch just as she heard the door in the back room crashing open then the image of Debra checking the cellar door this morning played through her mind, this time in black and white.
She stood at the top of the stairs looking down. She didn’t want to go down there but what other choice did she have? The monster was already at the other side of this door she could hear it tapping on the wood.
From where she stood, Debra saw nothing out of place but the cellar stretched all the way to the back of the shop anybody could be lurking down there.
“Come on, lass. Get a grip. You need to get those coppers here.”
She took a deep breath and walked down the steps, knowing that the danger was outside the cellar not in here.
The strip lighting above her head, bathed the room in harsh white light. Her anxiety lessened as Debra saw nothing amiss down here. Not that there were many places to hide, she’d cleared out the junk in the cellar a few weeks ago just before the health and hygiene paid her a visit, the only piece of furniture left in here was a rotting writing desk.
It had been too big to take up the stairs; she was hoping to find someone to remove it.
You are jumping at shadows. There is nothing here.
She sighed and hurried towards the main control panel, just one press of that big red button and within a couple of minutes, a bunch of hunky policemen would be here to rescue her.
Debra suddenly stopped dead, her eyes widened in shock as a slim pale female uncoiled and slipped out from under the desk. She staggered back, not believing this was really happening. The figure stood before Debra and stretched her arms
The cellar filled with the overpowering sweet scent of perfume. Debra stared in shock as the figure turned around and grinned at her.
“Bernadette? On my god, what are you doing down here? Why don’t you have any clothes on?”
She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this situation, instead, she whimpered. Debra’s voice died in her throat when the naked female’s head started to reform. Her features melted like hot wax.
The thing lunged towards Debra, the shrieking woman staggered back before turning and fleeing back up the stairs. Right now, Debra couldn’t give a fuck who or what was inside her shop, anything was better than the abomination behind her.
“Hello? Is anyone down there?”
Oh god! Debra could have wept with relief. She knew that voice it belonged to Henry. Her intruder was probably long gone now.
Debra threw back the bolt and flung open the door. Henry stood at the top of the stairs. She took one look at his worried features and flung her arms around him, sobbing hysterically.
“We’ve got to get away,” she said. “You don’t even want to know what’s down there. Call the police, no, fuck that, call the army.”
The man prised Debra off his body, put his hands around her arms and started to squeeze.
“Henry? Henry what are you doing? You’re hurting me.”
Her panic bubbled up as his face began to melt. He growled then let go of Debra’s arms and violently pushed her.
Debra experienced a moment of weightlessness before crashing onto the hard concrete floor. She felt no pain, just a cold numbing sensation creeping across her body. Her eyes flickered open, she stared into the woman’s dark blue eyes; they were kind eyes. Debra wondered who the
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