awaited them on the
other side of the door, they sat and stared motionless, waiting for
another wood chip to fly across the floor.
“Shoot it!” Cody yelled while pointing at the
door.
Scott wasn’t about to shoot anything unless
he knew exactly what it was and whether or not it meant them harm.
What if it was just a cat, or another animal, like a raccoon?
Flick. Another piece of wood—and then
another—until just one remained. Staring at the final wood chip,
waiting for whatever it was to enter, and wondering if he would
have to shoot it, Scott thought to himself, What if it’s not of
the physical realm, and bullets have no effect? The thought
terrified him, and Cody was on the brink of losing it, so Scott
didn’t dare share his thoughts with him.
An unwelcome sound suddenly came out of
nowhere; it was as if the door was being sucked off of its hinges
while being pulled towards the hallway.
They both watched the door handle and the
last wood chip for any signs of movement. At first, nothing, and
then the wood chip squirmed like a maggot riding on fresh kill. The
door again pulled away from the hinges, and then the piece of wood
quickly vanished underneath the door.
Quiet filled the house, the door relaxed, and
the only noise to be heard was heavy breathing conducted by both
Cody and Scott. Still, they waited for a sound, movement, any sign
at all of life other than their own.
Two hours had passed by ever so slowly. It
was 5:00 A.M. and there was still no movement on the other
side.
“Cody, you open the door while I stand ready
with the gun.”
“Are you kidding? Something had the strength
to pull that piece of wood under the door, hard enough to nearly
take the door off! And you want me to open it? No! The answer is
No!” Cody forcefully replied.
“We’ve got two hours before sunrise. Do you
really want to wait here, staring at the door for that long?”
“I’ll hold the gun, and you open the
door!”
“You’ve never held a firearm in your life.
I’ve fired over a-thousand rounds through this gun, and I’m
certified, so I’m the only one that is handling a firearm
tonight.”
Cody gathered his confidence and slowly rose
to his feet. He carefully planted one foot in front of the other in
an attempt to keep the wooden floor from creaking. Slowly inching
his way to the door, Scott stood behind him in a stable firing
stance with the .45 pointed down at an angle so it wasn’t aimed at
Cody.
Grabbing the handle, Cody took a deep breath,
and then squeezed the handle tightly with his sweaty palm. Yanking
the door open as fast as he could, Cody quickly stepped out of the
way while Scott raised his gun at the black hole that was the
hallway. Tension was high, and his nerves caused him to nearly
squeeze the trigger.
Staring into the dark, he waited for a sound
indicating movement—anything at all that would give him reason to
send a .45 slug into an unsuspecting beast. There was nothing—no
glowing eyes, no movement, no breathing, and no
footsteps—nothing.
Cody held the flashlight, but forgot to point
it in the hallway out of fear. “Cody! Shine the light in the hall!”
Cody kept his back to the wall, refusing to look into the hall as
he extended his arm, and pointed the light into the dark narrow
abyss.
Scott’s eyes didn’t deceive him, the hall was
vacant. He didn’t know whether to feel relief or frustration.
Glad that there was no immediate danger, he
was also upset that they might never find out what lurked on the
other side of the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morning finally came; casting light
throughout the catacomb where evil dwells, and transforming it to a
welcoming place that looked more like home.
Like zombies, they appeared lifeless from
lack of rest—having spent an entire evening in the house of
horrors.
Hesitant to spend another night, Scott
contemplated packing up and driving home. Pride quickly overwhelmed
his initial
other side of the door, they sat and stared motionless, waiting for
another wood chip to fly across the floor.
“Shoot it!” Cody yelled while pointing at the
door.
Scott wasn’t about to shoot anything unless
he knew exactly what it was and whether or not it meant them harm.
What if it was just a cat, or another animal, like a raccoon?
Flick. Another piece of wood—and then
another—until just one remained. Staring at the final wood chip,
waiting for whatever it was to enter, and wondering if he would
have to shoot it, Scott thought to himself, What if it’s not of
the physical realm, and bullets have no effect? The thought
terrified him, and Cody was on the brink of losing it, so Scott
didn’t dare share his thoughts with him.
An unwelcome sound suddenly came out of
nowhere; it was as if the door was being sucked off of its hinges
while being pulled towards the hallway.
They both watched the door handle and the
last wood chip for any signs of movement. At first, nothing, and
then the wood chip squirmed like a maggot riding on fresh kill. The
door again pulled away from the hinges, and then the piece of wood
quickly vanished underneath the door.
Quiet filled the house, the door relaxed, and
the only noise to be heard was heavy breathing conducted by both
Cody and Scott. Still, they waited for a sound, movement, any sign
at all of life other than their own.
Two hours had passed by ever so slowly. It
was 5:00 A.M. and there was still no movement on the other
side.
“Cody, you open the door while I stand ready
with the gun.”
“Are you kidding? Something had the strength
to pull that piece of wood under the door, hard enough to nearly
take the door off! And you want me to open it? No! The answer is
No!” Cody forcefully replied.
“We’ve got two hours before sunrise. Do you
really want to wait here, staring at the door for that long?”
“I’ll hold the gun, and you open the
door!”
“You’ve never held a firearm in your life.
I’ve fired over a-thousand rounds through this gun, and I’m
certified, so I’m the only one that is handling a firearm
tonight.”
Cody gathered his confidence and slowly rose
to his feet. He carefully planted one foot in front of the other in
an attempt to keep the wooden floor from creaking. Slowly inching
his way to the door, Scott stood behind him in a stable firing
stance with the .45 pointed down at an angle so it wasn’t aimed at
Cody.
Grabbing the handle, Cody took a deep breath,
and then squeezed the handle tightly with his sweaty palm. Yanking
the door open as fast as he could, Cody quickly stepped out of the
way while Scott raised his gun at the black hole that was the
hallway. Tension was high, and his nerves caused him to nearly
squeeze the trigger.
Staring into the dark, he waited for a sound
indicating movement—anything at all that would give him reason to
send a .45 slug into an unsuspecting beast. There was nothing—no
glowing eyes, no movement, no breathing, and no
footsteps—nothing.
Cody held the flashlight, but forgot to point
it in the hallway out of fear. “Cody! Shine the light in the hall!”
Cody kept his back to the wall, refusing to look into the hall as
he extended his arm, and pointed the light into the dark narrow
abyss.
Scott’s eyes didn’t deceive him, the hall was
vacant. He didn’t know whether to feel relief or frustration.
Glad that there was no immediate danger, he
was also upset that they might never find out what lurked on the
other side of the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morning finally came; casting light
throughout the catacomb where evil dwells, and transforming it to a
welcoming place that looked more like home.
Like zombies, they appeared lifeless from
lack of rest—having spent an entire evening in the house of
horrors.
Hesitant to spend another night, Scott
contemplated packing up and driving home. Pride quickly overwhelmed
his initial
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