This town seemed abandoned by any civilisation that once was, let alone the run-down cottage. Ringlets of once blonde hair cascaded down her face, obstructing her vision. She glanced through the corner of her eye. A figure, a dark figure.
“What do you want from me?!” She felt her throat yell out, as she turned, pistol in hand, ready to face whatever enemy lied before her.
Insanity got her here- it could surely take her back again...
There was nothing there.
A vinyl on the record-player spun alone on its stand, playing a tune of her childhood.
“Dancing Queen- young and sweet, only seventeen!”
The sound crackled. This song at least used to comfort her. Her mother sung it whenever she was afraid. Now her mother had gone, and so had the feeling of safety, of happiness, and of living. The joyful effect of the band had turned on her. The lights snapped on, before flickering off again.
A sound came from behind her, a sort of heavy breathing, deep in the depths of the room, behind the boxes of storage, in the corners where the dim light dare not shine.
And hidden in the shadows, a door creaked open with a piercing shriek, like the scream of somebody tied back by a gag. But the wind proceeded to rattle the window shutters. That was it. Just wind.
And another footstep.
She had always cursed the horror movie protagonists for always running after the suspicious noises and visions. Saying that, her knowledge of the movies was rather limited to the tamer ones, like “The Shining”and “I Know What You Did Last Summer”. She much preferred to read them.
But now, at the point of danger, her curiosity couldn’t help get the better of her. She could now hear harsh whispers, even if she couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Cautiously taking steps towards the door, the record player suddenly clicked off. She became conscious of the sheer vulnerability of herself, of the tenderness of life. Now was the time to examine the handle.
It burst open again, this time she saw the source of the noise...
That would explain everything! The lights, the shutters, the door, the whispers.
Laughing to herself, she fell against the wall.“How ridiculous!” She chuckled.
A gasp let slip from her lips.
A mask of a plague doctor crook met her eyes. Pushed against the wall, she could scarcely swallow. One thought played repeatedly in her mind.