You stood there, eyes locked with something that shouldn't have been able to exist, something that was very much alive and something you knew would open the fragile glass door that seperated you as soon as your back was turned. Suddenly your friends seemed years away, though they were only a few doors down.
They were the ones who asked you to join them in exploring the local "murder house" - a long abandoned Edwardian house some two hours from civilisation. They were the ones who said you'd get amazing shots of all the old furniture that had been left behind by an unnamed celebrity who died there and definitely had a secret cellar where he killed his groupies.
So far all you'd found was the thing staring at you through the sliding glass doors of the conservatory. You knew they were unlocked - that's how you all got in and you'd barely begun taking photos of the decaying plants when you heard the door slide open and saw it starting to creep inside.
Instinct took the reins and hurled your body forward to slide the door shut with a firm thud. Unfortunately it now meant that you were the only thing stopping it from coming in and it looked so much stronger than you.
It tilted its head from side-to-side as if it was weighing up the pros and cons of barging its way past you - or through you - to get to the others. You held up the only object in your possession, a tiny compact camera, like it could deter the absolute powerhouse of a creature in front of you.
Fear made your sweaty fingers slip and hit the flash button right as it lowered its head down to your level and in an instant the light went off, it threw its head back with a thunderous hiss and backed away. It didn't go far but just far enough for you to lock the sliding door and run to find your friends, assuming they were still alive and there were no other creatures waiting further inside...
They were the ones who asked you to join them in exploring the local "murder house" - a long abandoned Edwardian house some two hours from civilisation. They were the ones who said you'd get amazing shots of all the old furniture that had been left behind by an unnamed celebrity who died there and definitely had a secret cellar where he killed his groupies.
So far all you'd found was the thing staring at you through the sliding glass doors of the conservatory. You knew they were unlocked - that's how you all got in and you'd barely begun taking photos of the decaying plants when you heard the door slide open and saw it starting to creep inside.
Instinct took the reins and hurled your body forward to slide the door shut with a firm thud. Unfortunately it now meant that you were the only thing stopping it from coming in and it looked so much stronger than you.
It tilted its head from side-to-side as if it was weighing up the pros and cons of barging its way past you - or through you - to get to the others. You held up the only object in your possession, a tiny compact camera, like it could deter the absolute powerhouse of a creature in front of you.
Fear made your sweaty fingers slip and hit the flash button right as it lowered its head down to your level and in an instant the light went off, it threw its head back with a thunderous hiss and backed away. It didn't go far but just far enough for you to lock the sliding door and run to find your friends, assuming they were still alive and there were no other creatures waiting further inside...
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