Posted 19 February 2012 - 07:24 PM
What on earth was there to be afraid of? Becki was standing outside a haunted apartment building, it was approaching the stroke of midnight, and there was no one around to help her. There was a special loneliness to that night. Becki had grown accustomed to always having her friends around her, especially when she was on missions, but this one was solo. So Becki felt lonely, but not scared for two reasons. One: Zombies outrank ghosts on the undead-o-meter and there was no way Becki was letting herself get ganked by and underling. Two: She had her baseball bat with her. Becki was sure the walls of that apartment were about to be splattered with ectoplasm.
The door was open. Becki entered into a kitchen. It was an extremely dainty room. There were glass cabinets with teacups inside; spirally white doilies with hearts in the center adorned the tables. Becki strode quickly through to find a room less chokingly feminine.
Eventually Becki came to a bedroom in the back where she felt comfortable enough to start drawing out the evil spirit. "Hello!" she called at the top of her voice. "I'm so alone and easy to possess, kill, or kidnap. I'm sooo vulnerable." Then she waited. Becki sat on the bed, idly bouncing her bat off the tip of her combat boots. She yawned. Something made her feel incredibly sleepy. She lay back on the bed, staring up into the ceiling and twirling the bat above her. Eventually, she fell asleep.
When Becki awoke, the room was completely dark. She reached for her bat next to her and gripped it tight. Everything but her and the bed had disappeared. It was like the bed was floating in the void.
"Hey, you big scary monster asshole!" she yelled. A chuckle returned out of the darkness. Somewhere far out in the distance, there was the unmistakable sound of a young girl crying. Becki pushed herself off the bed, gingerly testing to see if the floor was still there, gripping the bat tightly, over her shoulder, ready to swing.
Her feet touched the cold wood floor. Becki realized she was missing her shoes. She shrugged and walked off into the darkness toward the sound of the voice. There was no way to estimate distances in the darkness. Once Becki walked far enough away from the bed, the world disappeared. She kept herself sane by concentrating on the voice. "Help. Help. Oh God. Help."
At some point, the voice felt close enough that Becki began probing into the darkness with her bat, waiting for the soft wielding of flesh. There was no one there. Suddenly a light flicked on. There was no one around. The voice disappeared. Becki found herself staring into a bathroom cabinet mirror. Confused, Becki turned to walk back out. There was a flash of teeth and claws. Both of Becki's hands were ripped off. The bat clattered against the tile floor.
Becki stumbled back, blood flowing out of her stumped wrists. The darkness surged into the room, blocking out the light. Again, Becki was alone in the darkness. The chuckle was louder now, ringing in Becki's ears. She felt so alone and lightheaded from blood loss.
"Help. Help. Oh God. Help."