Falling into an open dumpster full of broken dolls was somehow less terrifying than looking up and seeing its cracked porcelain face staring down at them from the balcony. Terror soon returned as the pulsing flesh behind its mask contorted into an especially hideous snarl as it retreated, still intent on finding a way to reach them.
The twins looked at each other, faces far paler than normal and eyes wide with fear as they tried to catch their breath as quickly as possible before clambering over the dolls to the dumpster's edge and hauling themselves over the greasy and worn metal.
As soon as they finished a quick survey of their immediate surroundings, seeing themselves in an alley to the side of the old apartment tower with far too many entrances around them to feel safe but not seeing the creature so feeling reassured, they began to whisper-argue.
Each thought the other was to blame for getting them into this mess. One found the apartment tower online and the other drove them there, both agreed it could be fun to tag the place and neither bothered to look into why it had been left to rot in the first place.
While they were arguing, they failed to notice the faint click of sharpened claws against wet concrete.
No comments:
Post a Comment