Ashtyn could sense
something creeping across the room. It
was thick and cold, and seemed to cling to her skin. She felt her stomach start to knot up and her
muscles grew tense.
“Liz, we need to get out
of here.” Ashtyn took a step forward, reaching out towards the other
woman.
Liz stood at the edge of
the black pool, her eyes transfixed on the morbid statue, and her mouth hung
open, her jaw slack.
“Liz…” Ashtyn touched the
woman’s shoulder, and felt a shock of cold shoot down her arm and into her
chest. She stepped back quickly.
Liz seemed to snap out of
her hypnosis. “How… how do we get out of
here?”
“I think the guys are
trying to find the entrance to the cellar.”
Ashtyn almost reached out again, but caught herself. She was surprised to find that she was afraid
to touch Liz.
“Are you alright?” It was Tabitha’s voice.
“Yeah.” Ashtyn gritted her teeth, doing her best not
to speak out loud. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’m not entirely sure,
but something is in here with us.” Tabitha’s voice was strong and sure, which
made Ashtyn feel a little bit better about the whole situation, but not by
much. “It’s weak, and other than
creating a slight chill in the air, I find that it poses no real threat at the
moment.”
“At the moment?” Ashtyn
put her hand over her mouth. That one
slipped out.
“Did you say something?”
Liz turned towards her.
“I was just… talking to
myself.” Ashtyn smiled.
There was a loud crash,
and the musty cellar was suddenly filled with a bright swath of sunlight as the
cellar door burst open, revealing a set of wooden steps that had previously
been hidden in the shadows.
“We’re coming down!”
Max’s voice echoed through the small room.
“Be careful on the
steps.” Ashtyn stepped into the ray of
light, and could see Max and Rita making their way down the rotted, wooden
stairs slowly.
Within seconds whatever
presence had been filling the room faded away, replaced by the damp heat that
seemed to hang over the rest of the island.
“Is that a good thing?”
Ashtyn closed her eyes, doing her best to concentrate on speaking only in her
mind.
Normally she would have
been fine, she had practiced enough, but at that moment her mind was racing to
quickly for her to truly concentrate, and keeping a mental conversation was
proving itself a little too difficult.
“No.” Tabitha’s voice
made Ashtyn’s heart drop.
“It escaped, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Rita was the first one
off the steps, and she rushed to Ashtyn’s side.
“What? That look, I don’t like
that…” She shivered.
“You sense something?”
Ashtyn watched Rita’s face.
“It felt like it was
passing by me. I… I don’t know what it
was, but it just blew right past me.”
“We should get upstairs.”
Ashtyn took Rita by the arm gently, and started towards the steps.
“Are you kidding me? This is prime material for the show!” Liz
pointed towards the black pool. “I mean,
look at that thing, it’s… it’s perfect.”
Ashtyn couldn’t bring
herself to look at the statue again, but she could see Rita and Max’s
reactions. Neither of them seemed as
transfixed as Liz had been, but instead appeared disgusted and unnerved.
“Once we make sure that
everyone is okay,” Max spoke slowly, “and that the stairs can handle the weight
of our equipment, we can get some shots, but right now I think Ashtyn is
right.”
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